AntiChrist SuperDud

The time had come. The end of days, the biblical coming of the antichrist. He was a terror upon the world, striking quickly by taking out the most powerful leaders in the world and gaining control of the world's nuclear weapons. At first he was declared a terrorist, until the demon spawn began to appear all over the world attacking people in the streets.

When he showed his command over the demons people began to freak out. Just for fun he nuked some cities, starting with shoving a missile up the Vatican's asshole. Then twelve more cities vanished in a hail of nuclear fire, Washington D.C., London, Hong Kong, Chicago, Tokyo, among others.

Of all the cities in the world to call home, the son of the devil took over Las Vegas. What better a town to rule with an iron fist of evil than the devil's playground itself?

It was then with the world in fear, demon's raping and killing people all over the world that the antichrist made his demands. He demanded a young beautiful virgin to become his bride. So that he make use her to bring forth his evil demon children. The demand was issued and humanity was given four days to comply.

So why not kill kill the bastard?

Should the antichrist be murdered, he will return as satan himself. So killing was way out of the question. Humankind's last remnants of a power base decided to give him what he wanted. For they had no choice.

And who was this Antichrist? Who was this man who awakened into such diabolic needs that he could bring forth doom upon the world?

Well his name was Hank Mcdonald. That's right.....this guy.
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Sara Ann Lighthouse did not sign for this! It's one thing to have faith in the Lord and saving her v-card for love and marriage. It's quite another for her to be chosen to be the ultimate bait for the Antichrist! Not only did she not have a say in the matter. She was forced to take the ridiculous lessons on how to sex up a man! Sex up a man! Why, she's never even seen a real penis before! Why would anyone want to touch that little wrinkled thing?!?! Then it gets excited just from her standing there and it grew! GREW! Into some red faced sausage! UGH! They even made her touch it and put her mouth on it. No wonder girls don't like to go down on guys! Why would anyone want to do THAT? Disgusting!

Now Sara Ann is stuck in the back of a SUV and bookended by matching wrestler wanna be bodyguards. They weren't there to protect her. No, not at all! They were there to make sure she didn't run away. She's already tried to run away several times and apparently the zeal and effort she had put into her numerous escape attempts were rigorous enough to call for a full contingent of twelve muscle headed bodyguards to keep her in place. Sara Ann was a petite, curvy brunette with large eyes. She didn't look like she could harm a fly. Was it her fault that she grew up with eight older brothers who spent hours everyday making sure she knew how to fight and defend herself? No! Not at all! It was for her safety after all. Every time she saw a black eye or busted nose, even though she knew it wasn't very Christian of her, Sara Ann felt pleased as pie before she went back to venting anger at her current predicament as the Virgin Bait to Hold off Armageddon.

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Hank was excited, humanity was delivering. His virgin sperm pot was on the way to him as he stood before the mirror adjusting himself. He wanted to give her a good first impressing so he had put on his best bathrobe, made of blood red silk. Of course he had thought about wearing a suit of some kind but he had figured that neither of them were going to be dressed for very long anyway so why wear something that would be a pain in the ass to remove. The bathroom was a simple choice at that point.

"The girl is here sir." A gravely demon voice said from the hallway and Hank glanced out the window.

The convoy of black sedans rolled up in front of the house and Hank grinned. "It's gonna be such a sex night!" He said spinning on his heels and slipping a little. His hands lashed out and grabbed the window seal before he tumbled to the floor.

"Alright time to meet my babymaker."

With glee he trotted down the stairs, once again he slipped on the last stair and whacked his ass on the wood. "Fuck!" He swore. "Fucking stair, who polished these stairs?" He demanded to the demons guarding the hall.

They glanced at each other and shook their heads, "Steve sir."

"Kill him. Or no...get Steve and push him down a bunch of stairs over and over until he dies." Hank ordered, rubbing his ass. "Fucking stairs."

The limped through the front door and glanced at the car that his bride was in. The windows were very dark and he couldn't see inside so he waited for her to come out.

But she didn't.

"The fuck? She sleeping or something? Get her out of there." He ordered a demon.

"Miss Lighthouse, you have to leave the car now." bookend bodyguard one said.

"I don't want to and you can't make me." Sara Ann crossed her arms under her bountiful bosom, causing the round neckline of her white sundress to pull down more and reveal her tempting cleavage. The bodyguards have learned their lesson though. Anytime the young woman showed off any of her charms, she inevitably unleashed some sort of lethal attack that marked one of them. It wasn't worth the eye full to deal with the pain of being taken down by a petite woman that they could each hold over their head.

Bookend bodyguard two said, "Miss Lighthouse, if you do not get out of the car willingly, we have orders to rip your dress off and carry you screaming to meet the Antichrist. You can do it on your own or with help. You decide." Personally, he would be happy if she picked option number two. Then they can all get a little payback for the hell she put them in the past few months. How the fuck did that little angelic looking girl know how to jump kick?!?! That fuckin' broke his nose!

Sara Ann's shapely dark eyebrows furrowed into a fierce frown as she quickly went over her options. Except she didn't really have any options. It was either walk or be stripped bare and screaming bloody murder. The things she would do to be a good Christian woman and help the Lord Above. Raising glaring blue eyes, she clipped out, "I will walk. Get out of my way."

Bookend bodyguard two opened the door and stepped out of the way. There were five other guards standing near to help if she tried anything. What? Like I would be dumb enough to try something here. She rolled her eyes in disgust. Her lower lip thrust out in a mutinous pout, Sara Ann stepped out of the SUV. It was like angel choir sang and the a bright beam of the sunlight landed on her. It seemed like she was glowing with ethereal beauty. A petite brunette with an innocent face and womanly curves in all the right places. Dressed in a flattering white sundress that showed off her pale shoulders and clung to her curves in a very loving manner.

Just ignore the look of pure venomous disgust in her blue eyes and clenched jaw.

Hank smiled wide and brightly as he saw the girl step out form the car. She was wearing a wonderful dress that revealed all her sexy lady bits, well not reveal but he could totally see her breasts. The tops of them. It was awesome, he wanted her naked already though so that he could be inside her.

He came down the stairs with a smile, almost fluttering his way to her. "Hello there my dear. Thank you for coming, well you having come yet, but you will. I promise."

He gestured to the house, ignoring the disgusted look in her eyes. "Check out this beautiful house. I had it built for you....Not really, that's a lie. The house was already here, I just took it over. But it's a nice house, you'll like having my evil kids here."

Hank took her hand and pulled her toward the house, "Come on my dear let's make intercourse. Your strawberry is going to be so popped."

Sara Ann met the Antichrist and the world didn't end.

Gosh darnit! Where is salvation anyways? Wasn't the good Lord up above keeping an eye on things down here? He couldn't possibly think that she could do anything to help in this awful situation? Is she actually going to have intercourse with the devil on Earth?!?!?!

Her pretty face twisted further as a scowl bloomed in righteous virgin fury! Is it Hugh Jackman? Is that the Antichrist? NO! He's a good guy. This must be his evil, scruffier, bastard begotten brother who has lived a life of sin and come to no good!

What did he mean about coming? Of course she was coming! She's following him wasn't she? The last straw to break the camel's back was when he made a comment about her being popped. She meekly let him take her arm and allowed him to bring her in closer. She pretended to stumble, moved into him, took a firm grip on his arm and just swiveled her weight the right way and BAM! Stupid Antichrist fell on the ground. Holding back a satisfied smile on the inside, Sara Ann dawned "Oh no!" face, leaned down to look at the lameo and asked in a baby voice, "Are you ok? Did you trip?"

The next thing he knew he was on the ground. Hank looked around wildly as if looking for an attqcker but saw only his guards and the virgin. He blinked and looked up at her then got to his feet quickly. "Stupid shoes. I don't normally wear slippers. They're slippery. Check it out." He point to his little red slippers with pictures of devils on them. "Do you like? I can get you a pair."

He smiled and led her into the house. "Here we are my dear. Welcome to Helladise." He paused and glanced at her. "Get it? Like paradise but I'm the devil so it is a helladise." He explained.

A demon laughed, "Good one boss."

Hank pointed. "See he gets it."

"I'm a woman."

"See? She gets it....gross." he soun in front of her and nodded. "Okay I get it alright. You are not too happy to be here to bare the sons of satan but look at the bright side. You are immune to the apocalypse now. When we burn the world to hell, you will be queen. And that's...you know that's pretty cool."

He reach out and ran his fingers through her hair. "So come on. Try to see the bright side. How abkut we have some dinner before he create the beast with two backs."

Sara Ann volunteered to teach Sunday school at her church. When you deal with a bunch of rowdy little rascals, you learn to put on the "Happy Face" and lure the little monsters to follow your instructions as you try to fill their minds about virtues, morals and the love of Jesus Christ, the son of God. She put on "Happy Face" and beamed at the scruffy Antichrist with wide blue eyes.

"Dinner sounds great! I haven't eaten a thing at all today? Can I have whatever I want? Do you have a personal chef to do your bidding?" she said in her baby voice. She didn't understand why men were more likely to fall for the fake voice but they seem to like it and respond to it well enough. It worked really well when she was a little girl. It got her out of trouble and landed her older brothers into it. Boy am I gonna drag this meal out to kingdom come!

She laid her hand on his arm and fluttered along his side with vapid comments about the huge house. She cheered on the inside every time she managed to step on his silly devil slippers or caused him to trip by putting her foot in the way by accident.

When they entered the huge dining room, Sara Ann insisted on sitting on the other end of the long table. "I should sit here because that's what you do when you're on a date. You seat across from each other and talk." She said as she walked to the opposite end and sat in the ornate wooden chair. She grinned when she realized that she couldn't even see him with the humongous flower arrangement sitting in the middle. "What's for dinner? I'm just starving!"

Hank felt like a fool. Here he was trying to seduce this pretty little virgin girl and he kept tripping over himself. It was like he was nervous or something. He didn't like it, he felt stupid and what made it worse was that he couldn't yell at anyone about it. He urged himself to get his shit together and with focus he stopped tripping, though it did seem like he was tripped over her feet not his own. That alone made him feel a little bad, because he wondered if he was kicking her.

In the dinning room she insisted that she sit across from him and he cursed the length of the table. Dinner came out promply and Hank smiled, "I hope you like steak my dear, I had a couple of large steaks prepared for us. Along with the meat I have some potatoes roasted with corn on the cob. We will need our energy for the sex making later tonight." He explained.

Hank leaned left and right as he tried to see his beautiful bride on the other side of the table. All the while he was talking to her, "I want you to know that things wont be as bad for you as you think my dear. I'm sorry this was forced upon you but it is really for the best. Besides you will be a queen, just wait until you taste what real power feels like its absolutely incred.......MOTHERFUCKING FLOWER!" Hank shoved his chair away and stormed over to the middle of the table and grabbed the vase, then he chucked it against the wall causing it to shatter.

Calmly he returned to his seat and smiled at her, "Ible. There now I can enjoy your beauty. Tell me about yourself."

Sara Ann looked at the huge slab of mooing meat on her plate with a bountiful helping of mashed potatoes and a golden, steaming corn on the cob with butter. It looked fantastic and exactly like the meals that her brothers would drool over. That thought made her miss her family and she felt a pang for her family come through her immense wall of pissed off. Which is not allowed! She must hold tight onto her anger and make the evil Antichrist pay! Yeah! PAY!

With that thought firmly in place, she began to cut into the steak with extra slow precision and diced it up into tiny itty bitty bites of moo. I'm going to drag this meal out as long as possible and talk his bleeding ears off until they bleed from boredom!

She plastered her best Sunday school smile on her angelic face and beamed at the Antichrist named Hank. Why would anyone want to be named HANK?

"My name is Sara Ann Lighthouse. This steak looks SO good! I know I'm going to want to eat every single bite of it!" She takes a tiny bite into her mouth, chews it into smithereans, swallows as slow as a snail and makes a bright AH sound of satisfaction. "I was born December 24, 1992--which makes me 20 years old right now but I'll be turning 21 very soon! Mama said--"

Sara Ann told Hank all about her mother's long intensive ordeal to give birth to her, the story about how her parents met and fell in love, all about her siblings and the things they use to do when they were kids, how many times she had to go to the dentist when she was a kid, how she had thought the dentist was really a vampire in disguise because she had just read the forbidden book Interview with a Vampire, all about the best friends she had since preschool, the talent shows she's entered and won, everything she's ever learned in kindergarten and used later in life, how she tried to dye her hair blonde and got pink hair instead, the fact that Santa Clause is very much real and people should stop lying about he isn't, thankfully the tooth fairy is NOT real, four leaf clovers were indeed lucky, and every single detail she could remember about the kids she taught in Sunday School.

All that talking made her really thirsty and she had quickly drank all of the water in the glass and the wine. She didn't really care for the taste of wine but the servant kept filling that up instead of her water glass. Even when she called him a stupid lout and ordered him to fill her water or else! The spinning of her head didn't help when she tried to glare at the terrible servant and he kept moving around on her.

Sara Ann looked down at her plate. It finally stopped being three and turned into one again. There was a lot of food still on there. She beamed at Hank and said, "Wow! I have so much FOOD! This is amazing! I'm going to eat all night--"

SPLAT!

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Sara Ann beamed in her sleep as she lay happily plastered to her mashed potatoes and snored at her moo bites.