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A family joins a cult, they are forced to sissify their son and give him to the prophet as a prophets bride
This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Back to Hell Part VII Prophets Bride
Suddenly,
Everything was black around me. I was in a tunnel. I could see shooting
stars flash by me. I was flying through this time tunnel thinking That
Peter finally forgave and was saving me. I was no longer a grieving
father, and I was back in through this time Tunnel.
I
opened my eyes
I
looked down at my body again. I was now a boy. I was 9 years old. The year
was 1972.
This
strange man was pulling way from my mother as she was crying. He was
saying that the prophet wanted me to live with him.
I
realized that I would no longer be living with my parents, but a prophet
that claimed that he was Jesus’ best friend.
As
my memory was once again going that I was indeed a pedo that St. Peter is
sending back through time to find out how I sinned and what it felt like,
I remembered how we came to be in this situation, where Gods best friend
here on earth was taking me from my parents.
We
were a normal family just months before. The story how we joined The
Sacred Church is one that I heard over and over. My parents were very
religious. They were not satisfied with the churches they were already
members of. They could not feel God there.
One
evening they were going for a walk in the park where they met this couple
sitting on a bench reading the Bible. This was quite strange.
You expect to be mugged in a park or just walk around. You don’t
expect a two lovebirds discuss the bible.
My
parents of course started talking with this couple and a few months later
they were friends. They did everything together, especially with prayer
meetings. These started with the usual reading from the Bible, and
listening to a letter from the prophet and then they just had fun. Years
later I learnt what this fun was. It was having sex. They were sharing
each other’s in what looked like one huge orgy. This was a great way of
getting members in the church.
I
mentioned the prophet. He was a man that claimed to hear God’s voice and
in that way he knew what God wanted him to do on earth. Like at one time
he said it was Ok for a man to have 4 wives. Lately he said God changed
his mind and said that a man can have 7 wives. Everyone adored him. Every
time he sent a letter, people were so quiet when it was read up. Sometimes
people would faint. People loved him, Even if they never seen him. He was
Jesus right hand, and Jesus loved the prophet more than anyone.
My
parents became a member of the Sacred Church. I just turned 9 years old.
Our
lives changed. We no longer owned our own house; sometimes people would
share our house. The House always smelled funny. Many years later I found
out that this was because they would be smoking weed so they would feel
closer to God.
Anything
that my parents owned would have to be given to the prophet. We would be
given drugs and food so we can survive. That meant my parents could
concentrate more and more on entertaining weird people that were staying
at our house.
I
was not totally a full believer. It was at times embarrassing being in the
Sacred Church. As my parents did not have money for anything and
everything was given to us that also meant my clothes. They were all
girls’ clothes, but the prophet explained that even Jesus wore what we
would consider a dress today, so it was OK for boys to wear girl clothes.
So at the tender age of nearly 9, I was told to wear dresses and panties.
My hair was getting long.
Thankfully,
I did not have to go to an ordinary school. The sacred Church educated all
the children. To be honest, I wondered how this school was ever approved.
We had special lessons about the Prophets teachings and what he said to
us.
A
few weeks before I first met this man, He sent a letter to the school.
These letters were read aloud and like most other members, the other
children had big eyes and opened mouths when these letters were read up,
just as if he was sitting next to us.
The
teacher read the letter
I
knew one thing for sure, that the prophet was not going to write my
essay’s because I did not understand a word of that. I think he meant
that Jesus wore what looked like a dress, and he wasn’t a girl. So why
shouldn’t we? It showed that we were united in one faith. It showed that
we were not interested in material things. It showed we did not care if we
were teased. The prophet said that our body was also sacred, that we
should never let it be a sex toy for others.
From
the pictures of him, I never seen of him, he never wore a dress.
The
day came when we finally met the prophet. He suddenly came to our church.
He gave a fiery speech about hell and what it was like to be in Hell. He
also explained that the only way we could get into heaven was to get
people to join the Sacred Church. We needed as many followers as we could
to make heaven a paradise.
Then
he asked all the children to come up so he could bless them. This reminded
me of the politicians that kissed babies so they looked God. The blessing
was easy; he placed a hand on our head and said may God and the prophet
bless us.
When
I came up to be blessed, he stopped a looked closely at me. He asked if I
was a boy or girl.
I
said boy
Then
he said that he liked my white dress, I truly looked like a bride of
Christ. I was about to ask him how a boy could be a bride of Christ when
he blessed me. Then I rose and was about to return to my place when he
said I could sit on his lap for the rest of the service. This must have
made my parents very proud, as they did not complain.
I
sat on his lap, and then he fixed my dress so that my panties were on his
cock. I don’t know how he did it, but his cock was out, because I could
feel it against my bum.
As
the others were praying, he put his hand down his back and started mobbed
my panties down. It is hard to explain the emotions that I had. First I
remembered his letter when he said not to let people touch me in that way,
and now I was sitting with his hard cock against my bum. What if someone
seen this, what if this was a test.
He
told me to move back and forth slowly on it. I did this as confused as I
was I could feel this hard cock run under my ass. It felt so tickly, as if
something inside me wanted more to happen. I don’t know what it was, but
I just felt like pressing my ass against his dick. At the same time, I
knew that this was wrong. It was probably a test from him and I failed. I
was now letting this old man abuse my butt and I was not saying now to
him.
I
don’t know how he did it, but suddenly I could feel his hand on my ass.
At first he just rubbed my ass, and then he started fingering my ass. His
finger explored every crevice inside my ass. It’s hard to tell how I felt. I
had a living finger up my ass. It was like a little worm trying to find a
home. There were some sensations that I never had before. Deep in my mind,
I thought this was wrong. I was sitting with this white fluffy Church
dress and this way older man was putting his finger up my ass when
everyone was praying or acting holy like they should.
After
a while, the prophet raised me up on my feet. Then He stood up and started
shaking. Everyone thought that he was in some connection with God.
Everyone’s hands were waving in the air praising God. As for me, I
thought that he needed a nurse or even doctor, and I was only 9. His
shaking continued and he collapsed to the ground. It actually looked like
the man was having a child. This show or contact with God went on for
about 10 minutes. At least no one saw me trying to fix my panties because
they were all looking at him.
Then
he rose, with sweat on his head and looked very tired.
“
Ladies and gentlemen, I have just have had an inspiration from God. He has
said something that has somewhat shocked me. This young boy here, who at
the moment looks like a bride of God, is to be given a special place in
the Sacred Church. My dear followers, while I before have said that open
sex between pairs is Gods gift, and even between human and animals. The
Sacred Church has always been open about love and we do not see it as a
sin. The only think I have said is that Children should look sexy but not
touched. There is no place for pedophiles in this church.
That’s
what I thought.
Now
I have had a revelation. This young boy that looks like a girl is to be my
bride. He is to be in a holy relationship, not a homosexual relationship
or a pedophile relationship, but a divine relationship.”
I
was white as a sheep. How can I be a bride when I am a boy and I was only
9 years old? I just stood there waiting for my mum or dad to say no.
Only
a man spoke out of turn asking does the prophet’s revelation tell that
it was an adult’s responsibility to teach children about sex. The
prophet just nodded.
My
parents said nothing.
That
night two men that looked like the Mafia came to our door.
This strange man was pulling me away from my mother as she was crying.
He was saying that the prophet wanted me to live with him.
I
realized that I would no longer be living with my parents, but a prophet
boy wife.
As
the car drove by, I looked out the window. Mum was crying and Dad was in a
daze. When you join the Sacred Church, you no longer own your money, your
house, your freedom or your children. I think that it was only now that my
father realized this.
We
finally entered this big house that was hidden in the middle of some
forest. The forest looked haunted if you ask me. The house was also big
enough for one man.
As
I came in, it looked like heaven. Heaven in a haunted forest. The
furniture was so nice and everything was so big. I could get lost in here.
I started running around pretending I was a plane. The Mafia men came
behind me and tried to catch me. But I was a special plane; I could go
beneath the chairs and all.
They
did catch me at the end. Then they lead me up to a big bedroom. The bed
was in a shape of a heart and as I felt the sheets, I never felt something
that was so soft. It was all pink and red and there must have been a
thousand candles lit. Over the bed was a picture of the prophet. He was
smiling on the picture. That smile made me afraid.
One
of the two men asked me to take my clothes off. I shook my head refusing.
Why should I? They stole me from my parents. Then they held me down and
stripped me naked. I was shaking. Not just because I was cold, but I was
afraid they would beat me up or something.
One
man held my hand down and took this black wallet. He took out a needle. I
hate needles and I tried to fight, but to no avail. They held me down and
put the needle in my hands.
Then
the men let go of me, and I decided just to lie there. Realizing the
sheets below me was so soft and nice. I just sang a song while I waved my
hands against them, you know like when you make an angel in the snow. I
looked up at the ceiling and could see these pink bubbles like things
floating across the room. I tried to reach for them but I couldn’t.
This
shadow was sitting next to me. He was totally dark. I tried finding my
eyes to rub them, but my hands were hyper and heavy. It was the prophet
“
You have a pink bubble on your shoulder” I laughed
“
I see that you have had a shot”
“
Yes those bad men gave me a shot. The needle hurt”
“
Well you should be happy they have. You will be getting them quite often.
They are so you can relax and in time believe what I say. I might as well
tell you now, as you most likely wont remember it. You will be brainwashed
to being the Sacred Churches boy whore and you will like it.”
The
words kept going through my head and suddenly the pink bubbles where no
longer fun. They looked like pink tears.
When
I was thinking about that he lowered me to my knees. I was looking at his
cock that was smaller than dads but quite fat. I just stood at it watching
the now pink tears float around it. Without thinking, I wanted to see what
a pink tear felt like. I tried to catch one, but forgot if I wanted to
taste a pink tear, that his cock would go in my mouth. I tried to take my
mouth out but the prophet just kept it there. His cock was a prisoner in
my mouth. He started moving my head back and forth, while he called me
names like boy whore and cocksucker. I didn’t want to be any of these,
but every time I moved my had back, he just slammed it in. Then I could
feel the hot sausage like thing. As I moved my tongue around it, I could
feel its skin and bones and how warm it was. Why was he doing this to me?
After
what seemed like a lifetime of being a cocksucker, he squirted his white
stuff in my mouth. I don’t care who thinks it’s nice, it was gross,
and I was doing my best to spit it out.
After
I did this, he was very silent. I thought that I must have done it bad.
I
looked at him resting on the bed and asked, “ Does this mean I am your
bride”
“
Everyone else will think that. In reality you are my boy whore, my sex
toy, something that I desire”
He
went top sleep
I
missed my parents
The
next few months at the prophets were something that I experienced, and yet
it was like a film. Every morning he would drug me. Then he would ask
questions, like “Are you a faggot? Are you a cocksucker? Are you a boy
whore? Is your body for the Sacred Church”?
At
the start I would not answer these questions, but slowly I started
answering them. Maybe it was because I was starting to believe it all. I
mean the truth was there. My mouth sucked the prophet several times a day.
Also the police that he wanted to blackmail. This was a special job I got.
The
police were becoming concerned about the Sacred Church and started
stooping around. I was told to go out and suck the sheriff. I didn’t ask
why, I just knew that I was a cocksucker; I mean who else would have done
it.
So
I put some panties that had pictures of blue flowers in the front. I
figured that this would have turned on the sheriff. What I didn’t know
was the he was no pedophile.
I
walked up to him, and he looked at me. He tried to walk around me but I
kept blocking him.
“
What do you want boy”
“
I want to show you something in the shed.” We walked in the shed. What
the idiot did not know is that is where the prophet has set up a hidden
camera
“
Do you know,” He started, “ That you are wearing girl panties”
“
Are they?
How could they be girls panties when I am wearing them?”
“
Because this cult wants all boys to be sissies”
“
Why?”
“
Maybe they want you to act like girls and satisfy men. Tell me boy, do
they ever make you do something that you don’t want to?”
“
Do you like my body”?
“
I-I think you could wear more clothes. Now answer my question, do they
sexually abuse you”
“
Its too warm to wear clothes. I don’t suck any cocks here if that’s
what you are saying, but I would suck yours.”
“
You faggot. I do not want any 10 year old sucking me”
“
Are you sure?”
With
that I started feeling his cock. The man was totally breathing hard and
looking at the roof saying to himself that he could not believe what he
was doing.
Then
it was like all the common sense that he had left him. He placed me on the
table and yanked the panties off of me. The smile was wiped off my face
because I didn’t know what he was doing. I was just going to give him a
blowjob, and this has nothing to do with a blowjob.
He
raised my legs over his shoulder while he was shouting that if you want to
be a faggot sissy then I will treat you like one. He told me that I had a
pussy, and then he thrust his cock in my hole. I screamed. It was like I
was going to tear apart. He was thrusting his cock in and out, saying that
I was now his bitch and he would be breeding me. One thing is having a
cock in your mouth, but having it in your ass is a different matter. There
was a smudge of oil on the wall, and I started at that. Experience showed
me that at some stage, he would blow his come in me. He did that.
The
door burst open. It was the prophet. He shot the sheriff shouting that my
virgin boy pussy was made for him. The Sheriff lied in a pool of blood. He
was dead. I didn’t have the energy to scream.
He
dragged me out of the shed. I saw these military jeeps leave. There were
so many of them.
The
Prophet led me up to his house where he led me into a room full of
screens. It was the houses in the compound. You could see the jeeps arrive
at each house and then open fire on the members of the church.
“
This is your fault.” He said to me, “ You were only to give him a blow
job so we could blackmail him. Not seduce him totally. Now we have killed
a sheriff and within hours, the whole FBI will be here. I have sent my men
out to kill all our members. We will not let the FBI destroy our souls.
Today 800 members have been killed. Our paradise will be in heaven.”
With
that I saw that on the screen my family being slaughtered.
Then
He told me in 10 seconds, the whole house would explode, along with him
and me. He will see me in heaven.
He
was right. 868 people were murdered, we were killed in an explosion, but
our paradise was in hell. Because St Peter has given me these experiences
through time, I knew that my time in hell would be agony. I knew I was
going to repent a lot. | |
