Lucifer's Children

by Brett Williams

  She coughed twice, spat, licked her fingertips, and began to tease her sex while tweaking a nipple.

  “What are you waiting for?” she said. “Someone fuck me. Fuck me already so we can get this over with.”

  A man slapped her face, spinning her sideways. He bent her over the altar and, after spitting in the crack of her ass, forced the head of his erection into her anus and plunged the length of his penis into her, eliciting a scream.

  Tears filled her eyes. Her hair, covered with specks of vomit, became damp around the edges from exertion, and the progression cycled from one end to the other, always abstaining from vaginal insertion.

  “More,” she cried. “I need more. Harder. I want your cum.”

  More is what she got.

  The youngest unloaded semen into her anal vault while another man filled her mouth. She swallowed it down and licked her lips as she squeezed the anal load out to drip to the floor. A residual trace drained down an inner thigh.

  “Fuck that bitch,” Kat shouted.

  “Yeah,” Brad said in a mocking lilt, “tear up my girlfriend.”

  “Give her two in the keister—she can take it.”

  “Fuck her, Uncle Rock.”

  A man shoved Amanda off the altar, sat down to proffer his erection. She seated herself on it, smiling, feeling the spectacle coming to a close. Once firmly planted atop it, she leaned back on him and splayed open her legs.

  “Give me another, you perverted fuckers. I hate you one and all! You can have my body but you’ll never get my soul,” Amanda said.

  A stud mounted her to fill her ass with another penis. She wept in pain and joy. Someone else forced his penis into her mouth and she stroked any man within reach. As men switched up, she said, “Lucifer, can you see me fucking them for you? I’m a dirty little whore for you. You can all go to Hell.” She licked her fingers and teased her sex. “Let them fuck my pussy, let me bear children for You. Whatever You want. Just let me go. Oh please, Lucifer, let me breed for You!”

  “Shut up, bitch,” a man said, punctuating the point with a slap across the face.

  “Oh, yeah, baby, rough me up for Lucifer.” Teasing herself and getting off, she squirted an arc of bodily fluid onto a man, who pulled out and jerked an arc of his own across her belly.

  “Ceremonial Father, let them fuck my pussy. Let me breed for Lucifer! Let me escape this madness!”

  “You’re not worthy, virgin,” Kat called.

  “You’re not worthy,” others in attendance repeated.

  “Silence!” Ceremonial Father said. “Lucifer is pleased by your stamina and conviction. However, Lucifer does not need another breeder. Oh no. Lucifer has other plans for you. Commence with the Ceremony of Sacrifice of a Virgin Whore!”

  “No!”

  Two studs grabbed Amanda’s arms as she reached to claw the man standing between her legs. He thrust fast and furiously, realizing his limited time. Another man, the one lying below her, bucked in apparent fury to climax.

  “Noooo—!”

  One of the men previously standing guard pulled a string of rosary beads around her neck. Amanda immediately started to choke. She felt the lack of air burning in her lungs as she gasped unsuccessfully for air. Beads began to pop loose from their line as men let loose her arms. Amanda clawed at the beads which only broke loose faster. Soon, a bare wire the strength and fineness of piano wire began to cut into her neck. The man between her legs spent himself and stepped away as the wire cut deep into her neck. Her vision narrowed to pinpoints as she felt consciousness slipping away …

  * * *

  Her executioner’s muscles bunched in his arms and blood ran in a sheet down her body. She stopped fighting but the executioner didn’t stop until her head had been practically severed. When he did finally let loose of the wire, the limp body tumbled off her final sexual partner where the head bounced off the floor. A pool of blood started to spread out from around the neck.

  “What a nice mockery of a virgin for sacrifice,” Ceremonial Father bellowed. “Lucifer is pleased! Penetrate her vagina, ensure the hymen is intact, that she was indeed a virgin.”

  The youngest man, still wielding an erection, mounted the corpse and penetrated it with a violent thrust. He pulled out a blood-slicked penis. A trickle of blood drained out of the vagina.

  “Excellent! Lucifer is pleased by the sacrifice of a true virgin whore.”

  “Hail Lucifer!”

  AFTERWORD

  It took long enough, but there you have it, folks, Lucifer's Children. I certainly hope you enjoyed the ride. Love it or hate it, there are many other people who deserve a round of thanks for doing their part in making Lucifer's Children a reality. Let me explain. Way back when I first started writing, back when I didn't have a freakin' clue what I was doing, I cranked out a manuscript roughly each month as I sharpened my skills. The second manuscript I wrote was a little gem called—you guessed it—Lucifer's Children. It took just 18 days to write. The writing was horrible but the story kicked ass, or so my mother, my only consistent pre-reader, seemed to believe. I had just finished my first manuscript, a (no surprise) vampire story that, after much padding, reached novel length. I knew because I researched word count on the Internet. But I digress. With one manuscript under my belt I felt compelled to write another. All I needed was an idea. But what?

  One of the most memorable scenes from The X-Files television series for me is the scene in "Die Hand Die Verletzt" (Season 2, Episode 14) where a teenage girl is telling Special Agent Mulder how her parents are devil worshippers who have forced her to breed babies for sacrifice to Satan. With such a great basis for a novel, all I needed now was a little research. It didn't take long to happen upon information about Monarch Mind Control, which has supposedly actually been used to create honest-to-goodness sex slaves. Hot damn, what a story!

  So I wrote the story and moved along to write other manuscripts, but with each new story I wrote, I'd ask for feedback from my pre-reader. Mom kept saying, "It's good, but it's no Lucifer's Children."

  Fast-forward to manuscript number nine, a novel many of you will be familiar with. Family Business. I don't know why, but I added a grown-up Kat to one of the chapters, perhaps because I enjoyed her character in Lucifer's Children, which by now I realized wouldn't be published anywhere and rightly so. I had grown as a writer.

  Fast-forward again to Killercon 3, a now defunct dark fiction convention. It was there that I met Jack Staynes from the UK, an avid fan of Family Business. By then I had actually started writing a sequel to Family Business which tied in to the original manuscript for Lucifer's Children. Jack (and other fans of Family Business) had already mentioned a desire for a sequel but it was Jack who pressed me on the issue. That's when I mentioned the existence of Lucifer's Children, Lucifer's Whore, and the beginning of Live Bait, the sequel to Family Business (and Lucifer's Children), collectively referred to as the Breeder Series. Little did I know that Jack would keep on about these manuscripts, going so far as to outright mention them to prospective publishers.

  It took a while but eventually, due to pressure from my mother, Jack Staynes, publishers, and fans of Family Business such as Mark and Cassandra and others whose names escape me, I realized it was time to rewrite the Breeder Series.

  A little sidebar: I truly dislike rewriting anything, and especially due to subject matter, I didn't know if anyone would publish Lucifer's Children. Suffice to say, writing this novel a second time proved very tough for me. The only thing (besides alcohol) which helped me to do it was the sub-plot of Kat befriending Amanda, a part of the novel I've very proud of and perhaps is my favorite thing about the novel. Kudos to my editor, Cheryl Mullenax, for not only shaving away the alcohol-fueled wordiness of my manuscript but truly making Lucifer's Children all it could be.

  Without the influence of all these people, Lucifer's Children would not exist today. And a big THANK YOU to my girlfriend Erica who has inspired me to drink only occasionally.

  —Brett
W. 3/12/2015

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  Table of Contents

  PART I Amanda

  Ceremony of Flesh

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Ceremony of Insemination

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  First Tattoo

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Ceremony of Prenatal Trauma—

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  PART II Kat

  The Next Level

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Vice Principle’s Office

  Ceremony of Premature Birth

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Rock’s Girls

  Ceremony of Guardianship

  PART III Amy

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  Ceremony of Foundation

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-one

  Ceremony of Serpents

  Chapter Thirty-three

  Chapter Thirty-four

  Chapter Thirty-five

  Chapter Thirty-six

  Recruitment

  Chapter Thirty-eight

  Ceremony of Murder

  Chapter Forty

  PART IV Mandy

  Initiation

  Ceremony of Initial Rape

  Chapter Forty-three

  Chapter Forty-four

  Vicky

  Chapter Forty-six

  Ceremony of Simulated Birth

  Chapter Forty-eight

  Chapter Forty-nine

  Chapter Fifty

  Chapter Fifty-one

  Chapter Fifty-two

  Ceremony of a Virgin Whore