A Church Girl goes to Hell [F x Any]

[wigglebiscuit]

Welcome to the darker side of succubus-oriented fantasy. This is not the place for cute little anime bimbos. But we’ll get to that in a minute.

Let’s talk about our Church Girl (played by me). We’ve all known the type. Maybe we were the type at some point in our lives. Aloof, judgemental, self-righteous. Cruel in small, petty ways. Almost exclusively Caucasian. So assured of their own salvation. So quick to condemn others to the eternal pits of fiery torment.

Then she died and discovered how wrong she was. Judge not, lest ye be judged.

She has three forms. One is whatever form her master clothes her in while she is in his Court. She is a vehicle for his pleasure, nothing more. His power over her is absolute. Her body can be modified to whatever he wishes. Whatever he wants her to look like is how she appears. One of the characters you will play is her master. Have fun. Be cruel. She deserves it. After all, a virgin in hell is a rare gem indeed.

Then there is her true from. In her mortal coil, she was beautiful, adored by many. But underneath that thin veneer was an ugly soul. Judgemental, haughty, intolerant. She is now a reflection of her true nature. An abomination. Monstrous. Could anyone ever love her?

Finally, there are the skins she acquires in the mortal realm.

Ah, this brings us to the heart of it. In order to acquire souls for her master, she must seduce principled mortals. She must make them break their vows, so that she can steal their souls. In order to do that, she must study them, watching what their eyes follow, learning what they search for when no one else is looking. Then, when she discovers their type, their weakness, their fetish, their secret desire, she must acquire a skin so that she can wear it like a doppelganger.

To do this, she visits hapless victims in their sleep. It is a pleasurable demise, when she consumes them. While in the dream she is beautiful, the reality is not pretty. [Links NSFW!] Once she has consumed that soul, she can then wear that soul’s skin as her own. The more souls she consumes, the greater the variation in her appearance.

Such consumed souls do not count toward the souls she must acquire in order to gain her freedom from her master. Why would he make it that simple? No, what she must then do is appear in a form that pleases her target, and then seduce them. It’s not simple enough just to have sex with them, she must tempt them to violate some vow. What kind of vows? Marriage vows, obviously. But there are others. A priest with a parishioner. A teacher with a student. A boss with an employee. A woman or a man who has vowed to maintain their virginity until marriage. A bride on her wedding day, in her wedding dress. And so on.

Perhaps now you are starting to see the plots we can explore. First, she must appease her master, surrendering her flesh to him. She must wrestle with the fact that she is now hideous, a monster who wears the flesh of others. Could anyone ever forgive her? Could she ever forgive herself?

With me so far?

There is a lot more to this story, but I’m sure you can see that it is a dark tale, not for the faint of heart. Still, there is a way for our doomed Church Girl to find absolution. Even love. There is much I have left undefined, because I value your input as a fellow world-builder.

If this story intrigues you, if you think you might like to explore this world with me, please send me a PM. You will need to be able to write from different sexualities and genders, have an eye for good grammar and sentence structure, and be willing to commit to a longer-term story.

I look forward to hearing from you.

[Malkavian]

Best of luck with this - would be interested in reading up on what you explore here.

[Gman001]

Same. In a big way.