Satan Knows…

The morning sun shone in through my window as I lay on my homely little twin bed. I ran my fingers through my long dark hair wondering what time is was exactly. My name is Sasha. I am 18 years old and I live in a peaceful village at the base of a large group of mountains. My family is large and very religious in the Christian ways. I am not however I have always questioned the Christian beliefs, and because of that My father had forced me to work at the farm alone most of the time, as he would not want anyone in our village to find out I was “not a believer” I recently found that I have strange abilities, to will things to happen I guess. For example though, I have to concentrate very hard, and flick my fingers and I can knock something off a shelf. I worship nature and everything around me. Not some “God” I can’t touch, or smell. I am constantly being preached about the sins humans commit, and the liberties they take with one another. I often fantasize about what it would be like to have a man enter me. To just throw me down, and thrust in as hard and as deep as he could. My fantasies are usually interrupted however.– just then my father yelled up the stairs at me, “Sasha!! It’s time for your chores!” Sighing, I jumped out of bed, put on my white cotton dress that I loved so much and headed for the pasture. Chores weren’t so bad; I got to be alone at least. I would carry the bucket of feed out to the center of the pasture where there was a small grove of trees, and dump it in the horses feed box. There I would find my favorite weeping willow, climb its long knowing branches and sit with my eyes closed imagining what it would be like to finally escape this awful place. At times I would find my hands rubbing my sex and caressing my nipples. I loved thinking about how I would treat a man in bed. I knew I would be in charge-I would draw one of my long fingernails down the center of his sternum and just tease him until he couldn’t stand it anymore. Licking just behind his ear to drive him wild… I began to notice how wet I was and began to push one of my fingers in and out of my virgin cunt, moaning long low moans trying to be as quiet as possible. Reaching a point where I almost couldn’t stand it anymore, I heard a branch break in the distance. I instantly retracted my hand and looked around- expecting to see my father or brothers lurking around, wondering what has been keeping me. I saw nothing. Not trusting my own eyes, I slowly climbed down out of the tree. Branch by brand I lowered myself to the ground quietly. Suddenly something grabbed me from behind, squeezing my round breasts very hard making my cry out in pain-only to find that some sort of plant had been shoved in my face. Then everything went dark….
I awoke to find myself dressed in a short red silk dress, on a large four postured bed. The room was very large and intimidating. There were huge vaulted ceilings and looming windows all covered by dark drapes. A fire place burned in one corner creating an almost comforting glow. As strange as all of this was, I looked down at myself and I felt strangely sexy. I’d never referred to myself as such, and I liked the idea. I wanted to fuck something-bad! It was like someone had turned my sex drive on over load! I could feel every inch of my young body, and I wanted someone to touch me-anything to touch me. I was on my knees on the bed searching around the room hoping to see someone, anyone! Just then I heard an echoing laugh and approaching footsteps. Out of the darkness came a large horned figure. He lingered in the shadows and simply asked “how do you feel my dear?” I was instantly attracted to his voice, and longed for him. “I would feel a lot better if you would come closer” I instantly responded. I was surprised at myself; it was like I was trapped in someone else’s body. His laughter came at me again as he stepped beside the bed.