Feature Writer: Corpse_rider
Feature Title: Sacrifice to the Demon
Published: 23.10.2022
Story Codes: Demonic
Synopsis: Sex and Sacrifice on Halloween night
Sacrifice to the Demon
Torches blazed and sacred chants were phrased
As they start to cry, hands held to the sky
In the night, the fires are burning bright
The ritual has begun, Satan’s work is done
Six-six-six, the number of the beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight.Iron Maiden – The Number of the Beast
Bella gave her make-up a final check in her compact mirror as the taxi ground to a halt on the long gravel driveway. The size of the mansion was striking and she missed what the driver was saying.
‘Sorry?’ she muttered distractedly, her eyes still on the mansion. Its vast bulk almost blended into the night sky behind it.
‘I said, that’s twenny-five, miss.’
‘Yes, of course.’ Bella fumbled in her purse. After paying him she stepped out of the cab into the cool October night then pulled her phone from her purse and sent a text to say she’d arrived.
The pulsating thump of music sounded from inside the stately-looking building and Bella could see on an upper floor there were flickering lights of different hues and colors, and occasional silhouettes of party-goers as they moved near windows.
Something else caught her eye, and looking across the wide gravel forecourt she saw the silhouettes of two large parked lorries. She noticed the black shape of a man leaning against one of them, He drew on a cigarette, the red tip bright in the ink night dark. He was too far away and it was too dark to see his features but Bella had the notion he was watching her.
‘Bella!’ a familiar voice hailed.
She turned to see her friend, a bottle in one hand and a glass in the other, descend the steps from the mansion’s entrance.
As her friend approached, Bella saw that she wore a stylish sexy vampire costume, the plastic material hugging her shapely contours. The shaft of light from the open door made her shadow long enhancing her gothic vibe. Bella stepped forward and she found herself in a tight embrace.
‘I was worried about you, Bella. Where were you?’
‘Sorry, Lisa, you know me getting ready — and the taxi got a bit lost finding this place — it’s well off the beaten track isn’t it?’
‘Never, mind,’ Lisa kissed her lightly on the cheek, ‘You’re here now that’s all that matters. Come on inside and get a drink. ‘
Lisa led Bella into the mouth of the building past two Doric columns supported an arched porch with stone gargoyle-like statuettes perched on top.
‘How did you get this place for a party?’ Bella asked, still awed at the splendour of the building.
‘Oh, Charles. You know, Charlie, right? He has this uncle who’s a count — or a lord or something, proper aristo shit, you know? Anyway, Charlie managed to bend his arm to lend us the place. We’ve only got certain rooms, mind you, but plenty of space for a party. I don’t think this place is used much, costs an arm and a leg to run, I’ll bet.’
By now they were in a vast hallway with chandeliers hanging from a high ceiling. In front, a wide ornate curved staircase led up to the first floor.
‘Nice outfit, honey,’ Lisa complimented.
Bella felt herself blush slightly as she mumbled her thanks. Her outfit, a simple skeleton-patterned costume, looked decidedly frumpy compared to her friend’s stylish outfit and she wished she’d ordered something different from the online store.
They were about to climb the stairs when Lisa turned to her. ‘Oh, by the way, no phones at the party, honey. House rules, leave yours in there.’ She indicated a large ornately carved wooden bow by the front door filled with mobiles placed on an ancient-looking chest of drawers that reeked of wood polish.
Bella went over to it and took her phone out. She was about to let it drop in the bowl when Lisa’s name was called by two party-goers who’d appeared at the top of the staircase. Bella discreetly slipped her phone back into her handbag and rejoined her friend. She wasn’t sure why she’d done it, other than not wanting to be apart from her phone, besides, she couldn’t see any harm in keeping it with her if she didn’t take it out.
Lisa, as she climbed the stairs, was chatting with the guy who’d called her name. He was wearing a grim reaper costume complete with a scythe which he held in one hand while in his other, somewhat comically, he held a beer bottle. Beside him was a buxom girl in a revealing Halloween nurse’s outfit with obligatory blood splatter on its white front.
As Bella hurried to catch up she couldn’t help but admire her friend’s curvaceous rump which was accentuated by her climbing the staircase. Lisa who was of Kenyan descent always said it was her best asset and that she’d inherited it from her mother. ‘African girls have the best booty,’ she was fond of saying.
‘Hey, there you are,’ the grim reaper said, jabbing his bottle towards Bella. ‘Thought maybe you weren’t coming.’
‘Eh, no just a little late is all,’ Bella said squinting to try and recognise the features in the hooded cowl.
Recognizing Bella’s predicament, he pushed back the hood to reveal his face, but since his face was painted white with circles of black around his eyes it wasn’t a great help, but despite this, she managed to recognize him. ‘Chris,’ she grinned. ‘Nice costume.’
‘This is Tammy. You remember Tammy?’ Chris said.
‘Sure, of course,’ Bella smiled, and Tammy, a smear of fake blood across her mouth and cheek, returned her smile. These were Lisa’s friends. In fact, it would be fair to say everyone at this party either knew or was friends with Lisa. Since Bella had struck up her friendship with Lisa just over a year ago she’d been introduced to most of her friends but there always seemed to be more, and trying to remember them all sometimes made Bella’s head spin.
‘Have you a drink yet?’ Tammy asked.
‘No, I just got here,’ Bella said.
‘You must try the punch, it’s divine,’ Tammy enthused.’ Here I’ll take you up.’
Before Bella could protest, Tammy had taken her hand and was pulling her up the stairs to the top. Bella looked over her shoulder at Lisa, who gave a half shrug and grinned. ‘Must do what the nurse says, honey.’
Bella allowed herself to be pulled along as they reached the top of the stairs.
‘We’re so relieved you made it,’ Tammy said. ‘Everyone was getting worried.’
‘Wait a minute, what do you mean everybody?’
Tammy seemed to check herself. ‘I mean Lisa, and some of the others — you know?’
Bella was perplexed –she’d met plenty of Lisa’s friends from clubs and gatherings throughout the year, but she would say she knew more than a handful really well.
She was about to query the buxom nurse further when she caught sight of something that froze the breath in her throat. The landing although dimly lit was bedecked with huge paintings, each illuminated by wall-mounted picture lights.
The paintings were clearly all depictions of Hell, but the artist or artists had not treated the subject with the traditional view of tormented souls and hellfire but had rather interpreted the subject with pornographic overtones.
She resisted a tug on her hand as she stood mesmerized by the image of the nearest painting. It was crammed with the most lurid and erotic images Bella had ever seen.
‘Oh, the paintings,’ she heard Tammy comment from nearby. ‘They’re something else aren’t they? That girl looks like me a bit, don’t you think?’ She pointed at a blonde big breasted girl, who was riding a winged demon while sucking on another demon’s obscenely large cock.
‘I’ll get you that drink,’ Tammy said, releasing her hand. Bella’s eyes were fixed on the painting. From further down the landing from a doorway thumping dance music pounded.
Bella continued to gaze at the explicit vision in front of her.
The artist had contrived a vast chamber the top and bottom of which went beyond the borders of the painting, elaborate stairwells and entrances to unseen places were set in the vast stone walls connected with arched bridges and connecting spans crisscrossing the space. There were also rocks with flattened tops suspended unsupported in the air and on every surface were figures. Most were humans, all naked and writhing, and wherever they were located, otherworldly beings were there too, demonic creatures with bat-like wings, horns and long tails, some with cloven hooves, some with more normal human-like feet. But everyone, whether human or demonic, was engaged in copulation or some other sexual act.
It was a scene of wanton lustful abandon.
Men and women, in couples and groups as well as and demons and demonesses all fucked each other in a wide variety of sex positions. Some of the demons sported more than one penis, even some of the demonesses had huge cocks which they put to wanton use on human females and men. Bella leaned closer to inspect the depiction of a demoness. She looked magnificent, there was a luster to her reddish skin and she stood, legs apart, her chest out a commanding expression on her face. Two magnificent horns sprouted from her forehead and her figure was framed by her two great wings folded behind her. Her long red tail coiled around one leg like a whip. It was an image of female power and beauty combined.
Bella stepped back to take in the entire painting once more. No depravity seemed unrealized by the artist’s perverted imagination. In the center, a sign, seemingly carved into the rock face and surmounted by a demon and demoness in flagrant were two words; Infernum Stupri.
Bella was suddenly aware of an arm around her waist and she felt lips softly nuzzle the back of her neck. She half turned at last able to wrench her eyes from the erotic masterpiece. ‘Lisa? How’d you get up here so quickly? We left you talking on the stairs.’
Lisa laughed. ‘That was a while ago, girlfriend. You’ve been standing here looking at that painting for twenty minutes. Here’s your drink, by the way, Tammy came earlier with it but you were too busy admiring the art.’
‘Twenty minutes? No that can’t be,’ Bella said slowly.
‘They draw you in don’t they, these paintings?’
Bella nodded and looked back into the pornographic vision. ‘What does ‘Infernum Stupri’ mean?’
‘I believe that’s the title of the painting. Latin, I think.’
‘Yes, but what does it mean?’
She felt Lisa playfully squeeze her bottom. ‘Haven’t you worked that out yet? It means; Fucking Hell.’
‘Fucking Hell,’ Bella repeated under her breath.
Lisa give an abrupt laugh. ‘Come, on you can’t stand out here all night getting wet at the pervy paintings.’
‘Lisa!’ Bella protested, in mock offense.
Lisa took her hand and gently led her towards the doorway from where the music blared and pumped from powerful speakers.
‘If you like that painting, there’s one in here you’ll love. Lisa said, though she had to raise her voice to be heard over the music as they entered the room crowded that was filled with party-goers mingling, chatting, and dancing under the kaleidoscope of flashing disco lights.
Bella took a drink from her glass. Tammy had been right, the punch was gorgeous. Taking another gulp she almost choked as she was jostled by a couple dancing. Both wore ballroom dancing outfits — the man in a suit, the woman in a pink outfit each with a white square sheet of paper with the number six pinned on. The woman wore a werewolf mask that covered her whole head. The couple disappeared among other costumed revelers, as Lisa, still holding Bella’s hand, guided her through the crowd to the far end of the room where a long table was situated its surface covered in beer cans, wine and spirit bottles, snacks, bowls of segmented fruit and savory and sweet treats.
Four large candles were interspersed along the middle of the table and in the centre of the table a familiar object a large orb set into a carved hand which acted as its holder. It was familiar to Bella as she had one just like it in her bedroom, a gift from Lisa on Bella’s birthday not long after they’d first met. Ever since having it she’d sometimes had the peculiar sensation of being watched. Lisa had one in her bedroom too, Bella remembered.
‘There,’ Lisa pointed, almost shouting into Bella’s ear to be heard above the blaring music. Bella followed Lisa’s finger and saw a painting on the wall above her.
It bore some resemblance to the painting that had so entranced her on landing.
The wall-mounted picture light illuminated the image that otherwise would have been lost in the pulsating flash of the disco lights. It too showed a vision of hell with similar scenes of carnality and lust, but in this painting in the centre was a large muscular demon, standing on rock suspended in space, a half dozen naked women fawning at his feet like their hands reaching up to fondle and stroke his huge erect cock. The demon despite the attention of his admirers looked away from them in disinterest and Bella thought she detected a contemplative look in his features that somehow suggested loneliness.
‘Isn’t he magnificent?’ Lisa said, not having to raise her voice due to a lull in the music.
Bella cast her eyes over the muscular frame of the demon. His powerful wings partly unfurled the strong horns jutting from his forehead, the sleek potent tail that looked like a whip.
‘Who is he?’ Bella asked. Clearly from his position in the painting he was of some importance.
‘Balzoth.’ Lisa said, and Bella thought she detected an air of reverence and awe in her friend’s tone.
‘Balzoth,’ Lisa repeated. The name was strangely pleasing to pronounce. Her eyes drifted to the potent cock that almost seemed to come out of the painting — some painterly trick that fooled the eye, no doubt. She felt a tingling in her loins. Christ, Lisa was right, she thought; staring at these paintings did turn you on.
The next track began to blare from the speakers, a raunchy Nicky Minaj number.
‘Let’s dance,’ Lisa said, pulling Bella by the hand and leading her through into the maelstrom of bodies swaying and moving to the beat of the music.
Bella drank the remainder of the punch in her glass as Lisa placed her arm around her waist and pulled her close. Bella gyrated her hips against Lisa provocatively, and Lisa grinned her delight, pouting her lips in return and blowing Bella a kiss.
They had been on and off lovers since their friendship began, Lisa introducing Bella to the pleasures of woman-on-woman sex and transforming Bella from bi-curious to bisexual. They were not a couple for Lisa was polyamorous and had other lovers, both men and women in her large circle of friends. Bella was more conservative in her outlook. Deep down she longed for one life partner to make her feel whole.
As they swirled on the makeshift dance floor they met Tammy and Chris. Tammy handed Bella a bottle of pear cider and took Bella’s empty glass, Bella grinned her thanks as Tammy was swallowed up in the crowd. Everyone seemed so friendly Bella thought for people they were mixing with on the dance floor were smiling and complimenting her on her outfit. Bella was suddenly feeling like the center of attention. ‘Everyone keeps looking at me,’ she to Lisa putting her mouth to her friend’s ear to be heard.
Lisa shook her head dismissively as if to say Bella was imagining things.
The music tracks seemed to blend into each other and Bella felt as though her sense of time was slipping away. She did not know how long they had been dancing but it had become hot in the room, the temperature raised from the body heat of the revelers, and the air was thick with the smell of perfume, sweat and the sweet smell from incense sticks. The effect was making Bella’s head feel woozy.
The temperature was not the only thing getting hotter, Bella thought, for some of those dancing had removed some or all of their costumes. A few girls were topless or naked, and most of the men had removed their shirts and through a gap in the crowd, that closed as quickly as it opened, Bella saw a naked couple, the girl’s thighs hooked around the man’s hips as they fucked to the beat of the music.
A bright, white light from within her small handbag caught Bella’s eye. Her phone was ringing.
‘Back in a minute,’ she shouted to Lisa. Lisa frowned but then turned and began dancing with a shirtless man who was near them. Bella pushed through the press of bodies as she fished her phone from her handbag. She looked at the name on the screen and frowned. It was Cassy.
Cassy was an old friend of Bella’s from her college days. She and Cassy had once been close to but since Cassy married and had had a baby, Bella had seen less and less of her. They’d bumped into each other at a nightclub when Bella was with Lisa and her friends — Cassy hadn’t seemed impressed by Bella’s choice of new friends. More recently, just a fortnight ago they’d bumped into each other again in a supermarket. The conversation had been short as Cassandra’s toddler had chosen to have a tantrum but they’d agreed to catch up another time. This didn’t seem a particularly good time, Bella reflected. She was free from the crowd now and found herself by the refreshment table.
Again the painting drew her eye with the magnificent demonic form in the center of the artwork.
Unbidden, the name formed her mind — Balzoth.
Bella put the phone to her ear. ‘Hey, Cassy. You okay? It’s not a good time right now.’
Cassy said something but the volume of the music blotted out the words.
‘What? No, sorry you need to speak up. I’m at a party,’ Bella shouted. She put her bottle on the table and pressed her free hand tight to her other ear to help block out the music.
‘What?’ Bella said. ‘Yeah, she’s with me. I said — she is with me. What? Did you say a cult? Look I can’t hear you. I’ll call you back in a bit.’
The phone went dead and Bella was about to put the phone back in her handbag when a text message appeared on the screen:
Texting instead. Been doing research online. That new friend of yours — she is in a cult. People in it have disappeared. You may be in danger. You need to stay away from.
But Bella could read no more for the phone was snatched out of her hand and disappeared with a splash into the bowl of punch on the table. Lisa’s face loomed close. ‘Bad girl. I told you no phones. House rules.’
‘Hey, you didn’t have to do that.’ Bella said, angrily.
Lisa raised an eyebrow. ‘Don’t be like that, honey. I’ll buy you a new phone. A better one. Your stuff’s backed up on the Cloud, right?’
‘That’s not the point.’ Bella opened her mouth to say something else, but her words were stifled as Lisa leaned in and kissed her fully.
For a brief moment, she resisted, placing a hand on Lisa’s chest to try and push her away but her friend stood her ground and placed one arm around the small of Bella’s back and her other hand on the back of her head to hold her in place. Bella’s relented giving in to Lisa and returning her kiss with equal passion. Again she felt the stirrings of arousal though she knew she should still have been mad at her friend.
Lisa broke the kiss, her brown eyes were pools of desire. ‘I know somewhere we can go to be alone.’
‘What about the party?’
‘It’ll still be here. Besides, we have to get you ready. It’s not long to midnight.’
‘Ready for what?’ Bella shouted, as the volume of the music swelled.
Lisa was pulling her by the hand turned and shouted a response, but her words were swallowed by the music, then a further exchange was impossible as Bella was led through the press of bodies.
More costumes and clothing had been shed by the revelers. and although most were still dancing the packed room gave off the impression more of a sex orgy than a Halloween party.
The press of bodies, the heat, the noise, the smell, all contrived to make Bella’s head spin.
Then they were out.
The blare of the music had hardly reduced but in the landing it felt instantly cooler, the air clearer.
‘Just down here,’ Lisa said, her hand clasping Bella’s tightly.
Bella’s eyes were drawn to the pornographic paintings of Hell as she was led down the corridor, with their depictions of demonic carnality and countless humans writhing in eternal ecstasy.
‘In here,’ Lisa said, pulling her into a large bedroom.
The door closed with a click and the music from the party was muted. Lisa moved into the darkness of the room and flicked a switch on a bedside lamp. Bella sat down on the bed glad to be off her feet. Lisa kicked off her shoes and then kneeled and undoing the zip on Bella’s ankle boots, pulled them off too.
The air felt cool and refreshing on Bella’s feet. Lisa climbed on the bed straddling Bella, and kissed her gently on the lips. ‘Got you to myself at last,’ she purred, planting another kiss.
‘What did you mean about getting ready?’ Bella asked.
Lisa kissed her again. ‘Later, honey,’ she whispered then her tongue was in Bella’s mouth.
As they kissed Bella placed a hand on one of Lisa’s ample breasts. Lisa reached behind her own back and pulled a cord to loosen her Vampire outfit and the garment began to fall away. Bella tugged it open and Lisa’s big dark breasts spilled out. Lisa kneaded one breast in her hand and breaking the kiss moved her lips down to Lisa’s neck kissing and licking the sensitive skin there and making her lover purr with pleasure.
Lisa leaned forward so Bella fell back on the bed and Lisa pushed her body up so she could smother Bella’s pale face in the flesh of her big breasts. Bella relished the sensation as Lisa pressed and stroked her face with her soft smooth firm breasts. For a few moments she teased Lisa with her nipples, allowing them to drop tantalizingly on to Lisa’s lips before pulling them away.
Bella reached around Lisa’s back and used her hands to pull Lisa down closed so she could draw a hardened bud into her mouth. Lisa gave a soft cry as Bella sucked and tongued her nipple. Lisa pulled away only to replace one nipple with another in Bella’s hungry mouth. As Bella sucked each nipple in turn, and kneaded the other breast whilst squeezing t Lisa’s free nipple in between her fingers she felt her own arousal increase, each gasp and soft cry from Lisa made her wetter still.
Lisa’s costume was down only to her waist and she used a free hand to push the short dress down over her rump so she could wriggle free of it and was now naked except for her panties. She kissed Bella again her tongue sliding into the warm pit of Bella’s mouth. Bella moaned as her hands roved over Lisa’s bare back, gliding down then over her lover’s wide, fleshy firm rump.
Lisa pulled Bella over onto her side so her hand could reach the zip of her costume.
‘I want you naked,’ she breathed as she pulled the zip down.
Bella sat up so she could more easily strip off her outfit, aware of Lisa’s hungry eyes on her body as she did so and feeling even more turned on. Both girls wore only their panties now as Bella lay back down. Lisa snaked her arms around Bella’s back and after giving Bella a passionate kiss turned her over onto her back and moved down the pale skinned body, her tongue leaving a cooling trail of saliva as she moved her mouth over the curve of Bella’s neck and down to the soft valley of her breasts. Bella buried her fingers in Lisa’s soft black cascade of hair, stroking and caressing her head as Lisa’s mouth played with her breasts.
‘I want to taste you,’ Bella panted.
Lisa lifted her head from Bella’s pale mounds and in response to the request moved up her legs on either side of Bella. She carefully swept Bella’s hair back so she could plant her knees on either side of her head to gaze down through the valley of her breasts into Bella’s eyes.
Bella’s hands reached up to cup Lisa’s breasts kneading and squeezing them. Lisa lowered herself so the thin damp material of her panties met Bella’s lips.
Bella inhaled the scent of Lisa’s arousal with relish and released one of Lisa’s big breasts from her grasp so she could pull the material aside to taste and lick.
Lisa stopped her. ‘Uh, uh, girl. You want to drink from my cup, you tear them panties off.’
Bella obediently dropped her other hand and hooked her fingers under the thinnest part of the garment around Lisa’s hips. She pulled it and the material of the panties stretched to its limit, gave a moment of resistance, then tore.
Bella, triumphant, pulled the destroyed underwear away and flung it to one side. Her mouth was on Lisa’s pussy before the torn panties landed on the floor.
A low throaty groan emitted from Lisa’s mouth as Bella’s tongue ravished her pussy. Bella’s cheeks were wet with Lisa’s juice as she pressed her mouth harder against the dark-skinned girl’s opening, thrusting her tongue as deep as she could then swirling the tip against Lisa’s sensitive inner vaginal walls, before withdrawing to caress lick and tease the dark slick labial folds.
Lisa grasped Bella’s hands in her own, bringing them up and crushing them against her breasts as she began to rhythmically ride Bella’s face.
Bella complying with Lisa’s desire began thrusting her tongue deep inside as Lisa pelvis pushed down on her face, using her tongue as a surrogate cock.
As Lisa rode her faster Bella pulled her hands away from the dark fleshy mounds of Lisa’s breast so she could grip Lisa’s hips and hold her in place for Bella need to taste her lover’s come. Her tongue slid upwards to find the sensitive bud of Lisa’s clit.
Lisa cursed from the intensity of the sensation Bella’s tongue inflicted on her. And as Bella swirled her tongue and pressed the bud with her tongue tip, Lisa squirmed in delirium, her breathing deep and fast as her orgasm began to build.
Bella swirled her tongue faster, urging on Lisa to reach the peak of her orgasm, and her hands had to grip Lisa’s thighs more forcefully to hold her in place.
Lisa cried out as she ground her pussy hard into Bella’s face, she needed to reach her climax — nothing else mattered.
Then, like a tsunami of pleasure, it came.
Lisa cried out, her back arched, her head thrown back and her body, sheened in sweat, tensed as though hit by a bolt of lightning.
Below, Bella relished the tangy taste of Lisa’s come.
The spasm of orgasm passed and Lisa’s body relaxed. For a few moments she remained in place on Bella’s face, too drained to move.
At last, she pulled herself off and moved down so she could kiss Bella whose face was wet from Lisa’s juice. The kiss was soft and tender, the animalistic urgency and lust having subsided.
They kissed and petted each other and Lisa, feeling her strength returning, was ready to reciprocate the orgasm, returning the attention Bella had lavished on her.
She kissed Bella’s cheeks then moved down to kiss her neck, then to her breasts, spending more time nuzzling, kissing then sucking Bella’s hardened pink, nipples, sucking hard to be rewarded by Bella’s gasps of pleasure.
Down again, her tongue leaving a wet trail of saliva as she moved over Bella’s pale stomach, to the dip in her navel, then down over her belly and to the swell of her pubis, her soft pubic hair caressing Lisa’s lips and cheeks.
Then down once more.
Bella spread her legs wider in anticipation of the pleasure to come, her heels dug into the mattress. A gasp, then she sucked in a sharp breath as Lisa’s soft lips hit their mark.
Bella knew from past experience how good Lisa was at giving head and she closed her eyes and let out her breath slowly as she felt Lisa slide a finger with ease inside her wet cleft. The next sensation was the tip of Lisa’s tongue as it slowly traced a path around moist folds of labial skin, as though circling the entrance in search of entry. Bella swore and tossed her head to one side. Her eyes snapped open as Lisa, without warning, thrust her tongue deep inside.
And that was when Bella saw it.
It stood on a dresser near the bedroom window and Bella wondered how she had not noticed it before though her attention had been on Lisa rather than the room, and the light from the bedside lamp although adequate, allowed the further recesses of the room to remain in relative gloom.
The statuette of the demon stood perhaps two feet in height. The creature stood legs apart, hands on hips, in a commanding posture. Its wings were not fully extended. Its phallus, though not erect, looked potent and thick as it hung, its mass swelled by its rounded scrotum behind. The demon’s muscular body seemed coiled with pent-up energy like a bodybuilder in a workout. Its name whispered in Bella’s mind, for which demon it was, was clear from the distinctive shape of its horns.
Balzoth.
The statuette’s base was ornately carved and looking at it Bella felt a tremor of trepidation as though an ice fold finger had run down her spine, for held in skeletal-like talons was a familiar object; a crystal orb. The same type that was on the refreshments table in the party room they had just left.
The same orb that was in Lisa’s bedroom.
The same orb that was in her own bedroom.
The moment of disquiet however vanished quickly, for the sensual touches of Lisa as she expertly used her mouth, tongue and fingers to float Bella on a wave of delirious pleasure was overwhelming.
Bella’s hand reached down and stroked Lisa’s head as she was administered to. She shuddered and gasped as Lisa drove her tongue back and forth while her finger deep inside stroked and caressed Bella’s slippery vaginal walls.
Bella was in a state of delirium such was the heavenly sensations flowing through her mind, her eyes were fixed on the statuette and she had the queer feeling it was watching her. The eyes, she realized — someone must have painted in the eyes for she could see the whites either side of the dark irises.
Then, such introspective thoughts were blotted from her mind as a deeper wave of pleasure crashed around her — engulfing all thoughts, for Lisa was using her tongue on Bella’s clit pressing and crushing against the sensitive hard bud as she slid another finger inside and began to finger fuck the pale-skinned girl she was inflicting such pleasure on.
Bella’s hands grasped mounds of the duvet she lay on, her fingers drawn tight crushing the bedding material in her fists. The heels of her feet drove down further on the mattress as the muscles in her arms and legs tensed. Her breathing, heavy and deep, began to quicken. Part of her wanted to scream ‘stop’ — that the pleasure was too much, too intense, but she knew Lisa would have paid no heed. Lisa would not stop until an orgasm wracked Bella’s body and flooded her mind. Bella would not complain. She loved the torture such pleasure could give.
‘Oh Fuck!’ she cried between breaths, for she feel the rush of orgasm approach.
Encouraged by the Bella’s cursing, Lisa worked her tongue and fingers faster.
Bella’s hips rose of the bed and Lisa used her free to push them down again as she pressed her face harder into Bella’s pussy.
Bella let out a shout as the dam burst and the orgasm took her. Every fiber of her body seemed to contract and tense, her heart pounded, her fingers tightened, her toes curled, her head pushed back on the mattress hard.
Mercifully the orgasm subsided and she felt her body fall limp as though she were a marionette with its strings cut. She drew in breath as she recovered from the ordeal.
Lisa slithered up beside her and gave a kiss on her cheek. ‘Are you okay, hon?’
‘Mmm,’ Bella managed. She had not recovered enough to speak.
‘Sorry it was just a quickly. Time’s getting on?’
Bella frowned and found her voice, though she still felt drained of energy from her orgasm. ‘What do you mean? And you said earlier, back in the room we were in, something about getting me ready?’
Lisa propped herself up on one elbow and looked deep into Bella’s eyes. ‘Do you trust me, Bella?’
‘Yes.’
‘Do you love me?’
Bella hesitated for a second, taken aback by the question. ‘Yes. You’re not answering my question, though.’
Lisa was silent for a while but Bella sensed it would do no good to prompt her further.
‘We have a visitor coming tonight,’ she said at last.
‘A visitor? Who?’ Bella asked. Her mind was at last feeling clear.
‘Someone important. You’re to meet him.’
‘Not the owner of this mansion we’re in?’
‘No.’
‘Who, then?’
Lisa didn’t answer her, instead, she sat up and rolled off the bed. ‘We need to get you ready. Your make-up will need to be removed,’ she said flatly.
‘Why? Does whoever this is, want me to look plain and dull, is that it?’
‘No. They want to see you as you are, they want to see you …’ she paused as if searching for the right word. ‘Pure.’
‘Pure? What virginal?’ Bella laughed.
‘No, not that. Just …’ Again Lisa broke off as if words eluded her. She slid open a drawer on the small bedside table and took out a packet of cotton pads and a bottle of make-up removal cream. ‘Pure,’ she shrugged as though that was the only word that fitted.
‘I can take my own make-up off, you know?’ Bella said as Lisa squirted some cream onto a cotton pad.
‘You’ve no mirror. Here lie back so your head is near the light,’ Lisa instructed.
Bella relented and Lisa bent over her and carefully pulled one of Bella’s eyelids down with her fingertips and began to wipe off the black eyeliner.
‘Why take off my makeup if I’ll be putting my Halloween costume back on? What sense does that make?’ Bella said petulantly.
‘Stop fussing,’ Lisa chided. ‘There’s something else you can wear here. I’ll show you in a minute.’
‘What? Well, I hope it’s in my size. And another thing, when I arrived tonight there were two lorries out front. Why are they here?’
‘Oh, you noticed those. They were told to park at the back,’ Lisa said irritably. She finished removing the eyeliner and used a fresh pad to clean off the eye-shadow on the same eye.
‘Well?’
‘Well what?’
‘The lorries,’ Bella prompted, flatly.
‘They here to clear up after the party,’ Lisa said simply.
‘Two lorries? What is everybody going to trash the place? You don’t need two lorries to clear up a party. And shouldn’t they come tomorrow if they’re needed?’
‘They are here for all the paintings and decorations — those are only on loan – plus there’s the speakers and lighting and other things too.’
‘What other things?’
‘What’s with all these questions, honey?’ Lisa asked, moving to the other eye.’ ‘Turn your face to the light.’
Bella complied. ‘is that one of the other things?’ she indicated the statuette that stood on the dresser.
Lisa followed her gaze. ‘Balzoth,’ she said almost under her breath. Bella noted a tone of almost reverence as she spoke the demon’s name. ‘Yes,’ she said abruptly then resumed removing Bella’s make-up.
‘And who exactly am I supposed to be meeting?’
‘You’ll see,’ Lisa said mysteriously. ‘Mouth.’
Bella opened her mouth and pulled her lips taught over her teeth as Lisa pressed a fresh cotton pad to them to wipe off her lipstick. This done, she used another pad to start wiping around the other parts of Bella’s face. She looked over her handiwork.
‘There, all done,’ she said, finally.
There was a knock at the door.
‘Yes?’ Lisa said.
The door opened a fraction and a man spoke. ‘Is she ready? It’s time.’
‘Two shakes,’ Lisa said.
The door closed.
Bella felt a sudden sensation of unease.
Lisa pulled open a drawer and took out two folded garments. One was white the other a cream color. She handed the white one to Bella. ‘Wear this.’ She said unnecessarily, as she unfolded her own garment.
It was a simple short-sleeved hooded robe. Lisa slipped into hers and looked questioningly at Bella who still held hers in her lap.
‘What is this?’ she said, slowly.
‘A robe. Put it on.’ Such was the no-nonsense tone in Lisa’s voice, Bella slipped the garment on without protest. The material was thin and felt like cotton.
‘I meant; What’s going on?’
‘I told you. You’re going to meet someone.’ Lisa moved towards the door and then turned when she realized Bella was still standing by the bed. She extended a hand and gave Bella an encouraging smile.
‘Are you in cult, Lisa?’
Lisa looked at her levelly. ‘We don’t call it that.’
‘What do you call it?’
‘Please take my hand, Bella. It’s nearly time.’
Bella stood her ground. ‘I’ll come later. You go ahead.’
‘You have to come now. Listen, you said you trusted me. You said you loved me.’
‘I know.’
‘Do you think I would do anything to hurt you?’
‘No,’ Bella said simply. It was beyond her to think Lisa could ever hurt her.
‘So?’
Bella hesitated a moment longer, then took a step forward and let Lisa take her hand.
Just as she was led back out onto the landing, she realized the music had stopped and a sense of something being terribly wrong struck her — but by then it was far too late.
Bella made to go back to the dubious safety of the room, but Lisa anticipating this , got there first, and closed the door, barring entry.
Bella’s heart sank at the sight in front of her.
All the way down the landing, on either side they stood, ominously still, the party-goers, but now none wore a costume instead they all wore a cream gown like the one Lisa wore.
‘Bring her. It is time,’ a tall bearded man said.
The two figures nearest her, both strong-looking men stepped forward and took Bella’s arms. Bella cried out and twisted around to find Lisa watching impassively.
‘Lisa, help me!’ she cried.
‘Don’t struggle, Bella. Please. It is for the best,’ Lisa said, plaintively, as if she were persuading a child to take some medicine.
Bella struggled, but against the strength of her two captors it was quite futile. They began to march her down the corridor.
Bella craned her neck to see Lisa was following, just behind.
‘Please, Lisa, tell them to let me go. I just want to go home.’
‘I can’t, honey. You have been chosen.’
They were at the top of the stairs now. On either side more robed figures stood. As she was taken down, some watched her expressionlessly, while others smiled benignly.
‘I trusted you, Lisa, I trusted you!’
‘I know,’ Lisa sounded pained at her friend’s distress.
‘Where are they taking me?’ Bella cried as they reached the bottom of the stairs and proceeded down a candlelit corridor flanked with yet more people in the cream-coloured robes. Bella’s attire alone was white.
‘Everything will be alright, Bella. Please don’t be afraid.’
They reached a conservatory with two glass double doors that were wide open. Her two captors propelled her forward and the cool night air chilled her through the thin material of her white robe.
After a brief distance over a gravel path she felt cool grass under feet. The lawn was huge and when Bella saw where they were taking her to, she stiffened and struggled as hard as she could but they only held her more firmly.
Her stomach flipped over in cold fear.
In front, on the expanse of lawn, a huge white circle had been painted and within, the symbol of a pentagram was drawn. At the center of the pentagram stood a large rectangular stone slab with vertical wooden poles at each corner.
Dozens of lanterns containing lit candles were placed around the area to illuminate the scene. By the stone slab, a single figure stood, waiting.
‘No!’ Bella shouted. ‘Lisa, don’t let them do this to me, please.’
The men gripping her arms moved her forward, but Bella dug her heels hard into the soft grassy earth to halt their progress. In response they simply lifted her up and carried her towards the stone slab that could be meant only for her. As she was carried across the lawn she detected the unmistakable smell of petrol. Were they going to burn her alive?
Others were coming out of the house now, their cream robes flapping as a gust of wind passed over the lawn. Bella realized that even if she could get free of the men carrying her she would never get far before being caught. What small hope she had clung to shriveled and vanished as they arrived at the stone slab.
Bella was lifted and laid on her back The stone beneath her felt hard and cold. The sky above was dark and clear. Stars twinkled through the black canvas of night.
‘Bind her,’ an authoritative voice commanded.
Bella kept her gaze on the stars above as she felt her arms being stretched above her head while someone else pulled her legs apart so she lay spreadeagled. Ropes looped over her wrists and ankles and were then tightened roughly as she was tied to the four poles that were placed on each corner of the slab.
There was a familiar voice in her ear. ‘Please don’t be scared, Bella. Something’s going to happen soon.’
‘What?’ Bella could hear the fear in her own voice.
‘Something wonderful,’ Lisa answered her voice filled with conviction and excitement.
Bella said nothing.
When Lisa spoke next it was with harshness, but her words were not addressed to Bella. ‘You. Get me a hairbrush. I won’t have her looking like this when He comes.’
There was silence again and Bella closed her eyes for a few moments. She could almost be alone but when she opened them she turned her head and saw the perimeter of the white circle filling with cream-robed cultists, for she was now sure that was what they were. Cassy had tried to warn her on her phone, but she had ignored that one slim chance.
Lisa’s face hovered over her. She was smiling but there was concern in her eyes. ‘I know it’s uncomfortable for you right now, but it’s all for the best. You’ll see.’
‘I’m not convinced,’ Lisa retorted sarcastically.
Lisa winced in response. ‘I know you won’t believe me now, but it is a great honor to be in the position you are in.’
‘Great honor?’ Bella gave a bitter laugh.
‘Yes,’ Lisa continued, she placed a warm hand on Bella’s forehead. ‘You were chosen, Bella. What I’d give to have been chosen — what any of the girls here would give. We’re all so jealous, you know.’
‘I don’t mind swapping,’ Bella quipped.
Lisa looked shocked. ‘You don’t know what you’re saying. You were chosen. By Him.’
For a moment Lisa was distracted, she turned and said something to someone out of Bella’s view. A moment later she felt her hair tugged, as Lisa began to brush it.
‘It’s nearly time,’ a man nearby said.
‘I’ll just be a minute,’ Lisa told him.
‘Prepare her,’ the man intoned — these instructions seemed to be given to someone else.
Bella saw two men approach her. Each held a large pair of scissors and the sight fear leapt in her heart. The first man who had a tall wiry frame and a shock of blond hair and whose eyes were rimmed with mascara from his Halloween make-up, took the scissors to the hem of Bella’s robe and began slicing upwards. The thin material parted easily, the blades traveling up the middle of her body and through the valley of her breasts to make a final cut near her neckline. Bella flinched as the blade of the scissors came close to her chin when he made the final cut.
‘Watch it,’ Lisa Scowled, ‘Cut her and I’ll take those scissors to your balls.’
The man shrugged an apology and retreated out of view. The other man, squat and broad-faced with curly dark hair and a thin beard used his scissors to cut through the sleeves of Bella’s robe. This done, he pulled the sliced garment away. Bella lifted her bottom to assist the robe’s removal. The man stepped back turned and was gone. The night air was cool on her naked skin.
‘Don’t worry,’ Lisa said, as she finished brushing Bella’s hair. ‘You won’t feel cold for much longer. it’s nearly midnight.’
Bella felt a chill run through her that had nothing to do with the night’s temperature. ‘Lisa, I’m scared,’ she said. She could feel her eyes welling up with tears.’
‘Oh, honey, don’t be,’ Lisa said her brow knitted in concern and sympathy. She stroked Bella’s forehead.
‘I’m going to die, aren’t I?’
‘You mustn’t think of it like that. Think of it as being …’ Lisa paused, searching for the right word. ‘Reborn.’
Tears rolled down the sides of Bella’s face. Lisa wiped them away with her hands.
‘Don’t cry, Bella. You don’t want Him to see you with your eyes all red and puffy.’
‘I don’t care.’
Lisa bent over and kissed her on the mouth. ‘I love you, Bella, I always have and always will, don’t forget that.’
‘Then let me go.’
‘I can’t, honey. You have been chosen.’ She planted a kiss on Bella’s forehead then stepped back and turned to the man who seemed to be the leader. ‘She is ready. We can begin.’
Both the man and Lisa went to join the others who now stood in a great circle around the pentagram. Bella looked from one side to the other at the circle of gowned figures — she estimated there were around sixty of them. They stood silent and waiting and although they were too far from her to see their faces in the near dark she knew all their gazes were fined on her naked form. There was something else too — an object incongruous to the ritual they were enacting — a full-length mirror on a stand had been placed inside the circle — for what purpose Bella could not begin to guess.
The man Lisa had spoken to, and who Bell assumed was the cult leader, suddenly threw up his arms, his head back as though he were addressing the heavens.
‘Behold,’ he cried, his voice hard and commanding, ‘We are gathered on this sacred night to welcome our master to this mortal dimension. As the hour of midnight approaches we complete this sacrificial circle made of our bodies. Brothers, sisters, discard your gowns. Prepare to receive your master in your pure natural form.’
There was movement around the circle as the cult members removed their gowns, which were tossed behind them. The leader too removed his and stood naked with the others.
‘We welcome you master with carnality in our hearts and minds in our souls filled with lust, and deviancy of the purest and unholy kind.’
The next words he spoke, Bella could not understand, for they were in what sounded like Latin. Only one word stood out. A name:
Balzoth.
The stream of strange words continued, rising in pitch and intensity and then coming to a stop with a final shout.
A wall of fire suddenly leapt up behind the circle of naked cultists and began to spread around them until their bodies were silhouetted by angry red flames and Bella realized now what the smell of petrol had been for. It had been doused around the perimeter for this moment.
The leader gestured again and gave a command, and Bella now saw movement from the cult members as they began to engage in various sex acts. She watched in fascination, her own plight momentarily forgotten, as the carnal show began.
The sounds of sex could begin to be heard over the crackle of burning grass – moans, soft cries, grunts, the slap of flesh on flesh and another sound, a name was being uttered. It seemed to start somewhere and then spread until it came from all around her, chanted over and over; Balzoth.
Three girls were down on their hands and knees, the rearmost and middle girl engaged in oral sex with the girl in front, their faces pressed tight into the crevasse of the receiver’s rump. Book-ending the three girls, were two muscular men; the one at the rear humping the girl from behind doggy style while the man in front face fucked the lead girl, from whose chin dangled a string of saliva and come.
Beside this tableaux, a strongly build black man stood legs apart as a pale plump girl on her knees sucked him off while his hands supported the rump of another girl, athletic in build, in whose crotch his face was buried as she sat high up in reverse position on his shoulders, her thighs either side of his head, her legs dangling down his back. Her hands were on the back of his head and her back was arched slightly, her head back in ecstasy as he pleasured her with his tongue.
Another girl, Bella recognized as Tammy, was on her hands and knees being spit-roasted by another woman and man. The woman who was dark-haired and of a thick build was positioned at her rear, fucking her hard with a strap-on dildo, while the man in front thrust his stiff cock into her mouth. As she was buffeted by her two lovers her dangling big breasts swung pendulously to and fro.
Next to them a blonde-haired girl straddled and lent over a man who lay on his back while she in turn was anally penetrated by another man. Beside them another threesome was taking place with a petite girl on her back, her legs apart as a big heavy-breasted woman performed oral sex on her while she in turn was humped from behind a squat bearded man — Bella couldn’t be sure but it looked like one of the men who had cut her gown off.
Next to them, a man stood while two girls, down on their knees, performed fellatio. Each girl alternated sucking his cock. Both girls had their long hair in two tails which swished as they bobbed their heads.
Two other girls, one pale-skinned, the other dark, were in a sixty-nine position while a man penetrated the girl on top from the rear.
Many others were in couples in more conventional positions, One woman mounted a man standing, supporting her weight with his hands under her buttocks.
Two red-haired girls who seemed to be identical twins sat, their legs entwined as they adopted the scissoring position grinding their pussies against each other.
Lisa, Bella saw, was on her knees pleasuring the cult leader with her mouth and using a free hand to finger herself as she did so.
And from all around the chant of Balzoth, over and over.
Anyone whose mouth was not buried in a pussy, ass or filled with cock called the Demon’s name.
As the circular orgy progressed the chant grew in volume.
Bella, watching such a vista of sex, felt the stirrings of her own arousal. She seemed in no immediate threat to her and the sight of so many people fucking was making her horny but then something else intruded in her mind.
Bella was not sure when it started and for a while she thought she was imagining it – a very gentle vibration coming through the stone slab she was tied on, but then it became more noticeable as the sensation grew in intensity.
Bella wondered if she should call out, but then how could she expect help from people who had put her here? There was no explanation for the sensation — the stone slab had been placed far outside the mansion there was no sign of any machinery that could cause the vibrations.
And still, it grew. The sound, low in frequency and hard to hear at first, began to swell. It was now clearly audible through the sounds of sex and the monotonous chanting – a low rumbling that grew steadily and the alarm Bella felt grew with it.
‘Hey,’ she yelled. ‘Hey, something’s not right. Lisa! Lisa!’
No one, not even Lisa, who was now being fucked from behind by the cult leader, paid any attention. It wasn’t just the slab — it was the whole ground shaking. The grumbling was becoming a roar – but still the cultists fucked, oblivious of the earthquake that seemed to be building under them all.
The chanting grew louder, faster; ‘Balzoth … Balzoth … Balzoth …’ the cries of pleasure, the grunts grew in intensity too like some obscene erotic music score to the unending chant.
Bella watched in horror a large mound of earth just a few meters from her begin to heave. It rose and fell as though the very ground was breathing.
‘Balzoth … Balzoth … Balzoth …’
The ground swelled to an alarming degree.
Bella screamed as a terrific crack sounded and as a tear appeared then spread a long jagged rent in the ground. Steam rose through the fissure.
Bella screamed again.
‘Balzoth … Balzoth … Balzoth …’
The swollen earth subsided then rose again as though something was trying to break through. The tear in the ground widened and from within Bella could see a fiery red glow as though lava flowed inside. The steam was thicker but as Bella gaped, something moved within.
‘Balzoth … Balzoth … Balzoth …’
A first it looked like two black fingers piercing the thick mist but as they emerged they tapered into a thicker conical shape and now resembled horns. Horns that as they continued to rise up, showed themselves to curl and twist in shape. A short distance behind the emerging horns two black shark-tooth-like objects emerged and as they rose up from the thick mist around them Bella saw they were the tips of two huge folded leathery wings. The head the horns were attached to began to emerge too as the demon rose to the surface.
‘Balzoth …’ Bella breathed.
He seemed to be climbing some unseen steps as he rose into the night air for rather than climbing out of the huge crack in the earth like some zombie emerging from its grave, the demon stepped up out of the earth, arms by his side, head held high.
As he set foot on the cool grass Bella’s heart was in her throat.
The creature was huge, perhaps seven or eight feet tall — more if the horns were counted. The demon’s chest was broad, the body rippling with muscles, his skin dark red in color, and his tail was long and twitched in the air as though it had a life of its own.
Balzoth the demon was much more impressive than the depictions Bella had seen in the mansion. He stood side-on but even then Bella could make out his heavy thick phallus that hung potently between his legs.
The chanting had stopped. The sex had stopped. The circle of naked cultists stared in awe and reverence at the appearance of their master.
The demon’s great head turned as it viewed its audience.
Then it spoke, its voice deep and guttural. ‘Continue with your play, my children. The music of lust arouses me.’
Obediently, the cultists resumed their orgy of sex, all of them renewing their lustful actions with gusto, knowing their master might be watching.
Balzoth gazed around and seemed satisfied at his follower’s carnal acts. Then he slowly turned his head and looked straight into Bella’s eyes.
Bella felt like a frozen rabbit in the headlines she could only stare back slack-mouthed. Then Balzoth spoke again. Just one word, but it chilled her to the bone.
Her name.
‘Bella.’
Bella, powerless to speak, could only stare back in helpless awe.
Balzoth cast his gaze over her body then gave a low scowl of disapproval. Bella hoped it was not directed at her.
The demon waved his hand over her body like a magician and instantly the ropes that bound her ankles and wrists loosened and fell away. She could move again but under the demon’s gaze, she didn’t dare and remained awkwardly in the spreadeagled position as if she was still tied to the poles.
The great demon seemed to sense her predicament for Balzoth gave a wry smile.
He moved to the foot of the slab and Bella watched with widening eyes as he climbed onto the slab and moved up over her so his face was only inches from her own. His arms supported his weight his taloned hands on either side of her chest held him up in the posture of someone about to do a press-up.
His huge powerfully built body dwarfed hers and vast leathery wings were like canvas covering them both.
Balzoth stared down at her but did not speak.
Long moments passed.
The sounds of fucking continued unabated around them.
Balzoth cocked his head slightly as though waiting for her to speak or act.
Bella ever so slowly moved her arms from their outstretched position. She could feel the heat from his great body warm her, but she wanted to touch him with her hands. She continued her slow movement as though she were in the company of a wild tiger with which any sudden move might provoke disaster. Gradually and carefully her hands were under his broad muscular chest. She reached up and laid her palms against his hot chest all the while holding his gaze. A ghost of a smile crossed his lips.
Bella wondered at the sensation within her for she felt not a trace of fear but rather a growing feeling of arousal. She realized that something heavy and warm lay on her lower stomach and it dawned on her that this was his phallus.
She slipped one hand down between her body and his and reached for the organ. It was thick, long and hot to the touch, but not yet fully erect. She stroked it gently and felt it harden under her touch.
Balzoth’s smile widened.
‘Fuck me,’ she implored.
Her hand below glided over the smooth head of his cock. Warm syrupy precum soaked her fingers. She brought her hand to her mouth and licked the slimy discharge hungrily.
Balzoth emitted a low growl from deep in his throat. Bella wondered what sound he might make if he came. She wanted to know.
Balzoth shifted his hips down so the head of his great phallus rested on Bella’s soft entrance between her legs. She bent her knees and brought her heels back to accommodate his entry. She knew she had never taken something so big inside her. His girth and length should have worried her, but Bella could not care if she was split in two.
She needed him to take her. To feel him inside.
Bella took a deep breath as she felt his thick rounded glans begin to push into her, stretching her labial lips wide as it sought to enter her body. It felt incredibly tight and painful, but deeply arousing at the same time. Bella knew she must be wet down there and could only hope that this would facilitate the passage of Balzoth’s giant member.
The pressure increased and Bella’s face was etched with pain at the effort of taking him into her. She reached with both hands between their legs to grip his hot shaft, willing him to enter. The carnal moans, cries, grunts, and whimpers from the cultists seemed to lend encouragement to the struggle to be penetrated and Bella’s eyes were saucers as Balzoth stared down pitilessly into her gaze. He knew she wanted him and felt no sympathy for any pain this caused her.
He pushed in harder.
Bella screamed — and then he was in.
Bella’s back arched as his pushed deeper into her, her skin was coated in sweat and her body trembled from the ordeal of having something of such size force its way into her body.
Balzoth although only half inside Bella began to withdraw and thrust his cock into her, his rhythm slow and steady.
Bella gulped in lungfuls of air as she was ridden by the behemoth creature. Balzoth spread his wings as he pushed deeper into her and Bella cried out in both pain and pleasure. Her hands were on his chest, her nails digging into the hot red skin of the demon, then up to feel his face then higher still, and he bent his head so she could reach his horns and grasp them like handles.
She was amazed that some part of her mind was still capable of thinking. She tried to recall how long since her last period and work out if she was ovulating. Could she get pregnant by Balzoth? She hoped so.
But then Balzoth spoke — or rather roared something, not to Bella but to his acolytes, though he did not address any specific one of them. And with this utterance any notions Bella had of living beyond this night and the possibility of being impregnated vanished swiftly.
‘Bring me the sacrificial blade,’ Balzoth commanded.
Bella’s eyes betrayed hurt but Balzoth glared down. His gaze seemed to say: what did you expect?
Then he thrust into her and Bella gasped with pleasure.
He continued to fuck her and Bella, among the pleasure also felt a flame of anger grow inside her.
She bucked her hips to meet his thrust. She gripped his horns tighter and defiantly met his gaze. Kill me then, she thought, see if I care, but I’m going to give you the fuck of your demonic life — I’m going to make you wish you’d spared my life so you could fuck me again. I’m going to make every girl you fuck after me, seem like a lame limp doll.
Balzoth seemed to read her thoughts and he smiled, bemused at Bella’s response, which only infuriated her more.
Then the Demon turned his head distractedly and Bellla looked to the side too.
Lisa stood there, her head bowed in reverence, holding up in her hands a velvet red pillow on top of which lay an ornate dagger.
Its blade was wide and long and looked wickedly sharp. It must have been easily twelve inches in length. The hilt was ornately carved with a myriad of valuable looking small stones that glittered and shone in the light from the flaming circle of fire.
Balzoth reached out and grasped the hilt and lifted the dagger. Lisa backed away as though in the presence of royalty, before turning and going back to the cultist orgy of sex.
Balzoth studied the dagger approvingly the held it for Bella to see even as he thrust his huge cock into her once more.
Bella realized she was looking at the implement of her death and the rage she had felt only moments ago drained from her. She released the grip on his horns and her arms went limply to her sides. She looked into Balzoth eyes. ‘Please, not yet. I want you to come in me first.’
Balzoth gave a small shake of his head. ‘My seed would burn you like acid.’
‘What does that matter? Please?’
‘No, Bella. Your time has come.’
Around them, the cultist’s cries and groans rose in pitch as though the imminent sacrifice aroused them further.
Balzoth drew up his knees so he could raise himself to a sitting position though his cock remained embedded inside Bella and he could still move his hips enough to fuck her.
His huge leather bat-like wings extended and spread wide as, gripping the dagger’s hilt in both hands, he raised it high above his head. The dagger’s blade was pointed down.
‘Bella,’ he said his deep voice thick and guttural. ‘Do you relinquish your life, your soul, willingly?’
‘I do,’ Bella said.
‘Then prepare yourself.’
Bella took a deep breath, arching her back she pushed out her chest to meet the blow from the blade.
Her eyes fixed on the blade that shone in the firelight.
The groans and cries seemed to reach a crescendo — cultists would orgasm as she died.
Balzoth held his poise and seconds seemed to stretch into eternity.
His eyes blazed and he plunged the dagger down in a killing arc, its blade aimed at Bella’s heart.
Bella braced for the impact, for the blade to pierce the skin of her breast, to punch through her breastbone and sink into her heart, extinguishing her life.
That didn’t happen.
Bella gazed in wonder for the blow was checked just above her chest. The tip of the dagger touching her skin lightly.
Balzoths muscles tensed as he held the dagger in position.
Then, from the top of the hilt, a blazing white light erupted — lighting-like jagged electrical beams shot out horizontally from the small stones embedded there.
Instinctively Bella looked away from the intensity of light and in doing so saw where these beams went. Each one penetrated a cult member. Their bodies, many still in some sex act, convulsed as they were impaled by the beams. None were spared. Every single cultist was speared by a lightning bolt.
Bella felt a hand on her chin. Balzoth tilted her head back to look at him. She looked down at the blade which had started to glow a bluish light.
The light grew brighter until the metal of the blade was no longer visible — then, to Bella’s alarm, it flowed into her body.
Bella felt her entire body suddenly filled with burning energy — it flowed through her like an adrenaline rush, energizing every fiber of her. She could see her body actually glowing, her skin iridescent. She could feel the tingling, energizing sensation especially on the end of her spine, on the back of her shoulders and around her forehead.
She looked at the blade, Balzoth gripped the hilt with both hands and his muscles bulged as though he was struggling to hold the dagger in place as the crackling electrical energy beams continued to flow from it.
Time melted away and Bella could not tell if seconds, minutes or hours had passed. The flow of energy from the blade into her body seemed to last forever. Balzoth’s lips were closed tight and his eyes were fixated on the dagger as he held it tightly in place, intense concentration etched into his features.
Then, as suddenly as it had begun the fantastical spectacle ended.
The bright bluish-white bolts simply vanished as did the stream of energy flowing into Bella’s body.
The dagger transformed again into a normal object, though now it looked dull and useless. Bella could see Balzoth’s muscles relax, relief seemed to replace the intensity on his face and he gave a deep sigh. His eyes shifted from the dagger to Bella’s eyes and he gave her a weary smile, then, he tossed the dagger away.
‘It is done,’ he intoned. ‘You are reborn.’
He withdrew his cock from inside her and climbing off clambered down from the stone slab. He seemed somehow smaller than before, and the stone slab she lay on seemed smaller too, but her attention was fully focused on something else, for as she raised her arms she stared at them. Her skin was no longer a pale white but was now a deep red color. She looked down her body and saw her entire body was now that same color.
Bella sat up and felt something crunch underneath her. It felt as though she had been lying on coarse sand rather than hard stone. She climbed off the stone slab and noted again how it seemed to have shrunk in size.
She looked around — the cultists who she had last seen impaled on spears of lightning in the numerous acts of sex had vanished. She was alone now with Balzoth.
She flexed her shoulders which felt stiff from the long period on the slab and felt something strange in her muscles there. She twitched them and caught sight of something move, just behind her shoulder. She turned her head and gave a sharp cry.
At the sight of a wing.
She looked over her other shoulder. Then she flexed the muscles on her shoulders and felt a sensation there she had never had before as the wings — her wings – leathery and bat-like in shape, spread out behind her.
Startled at her own new appendages she twitched her muscles back again and her wings folded.
She looked up at Balzoth who watched her with an amused smile and it began to dawn on her what had happened. Bella reached with trembling hands up to the top of her head and her fingers touched what she knew must be there.
The horns — her horns, were long and smooth, they curved out then inward and she had to stretch her arms for her hands to find the tips of them. She caught sight of the mirror that stood looking so completely out of place in the middle of the lawn and as she strode over she realized she had been wrong about Balzoth and the slab having grown smaller — it was she who had increased in size.
Her reflection stopped her dead — the figure the mirror reflected was more beautiful than anything she could have imagined, her arms and legs were toned and strong, her torso sculpted, with breasts large and firm. And something else — something long and thin behind her.
She had a tail.
Bella clenched her muscles on her buttocks and her tail twitched and moved. He flexed her shoulder muscles again and this time was undisturbed at the sight of her wings spreading out behind her. She turned to Balzoth wanting him to share the sight of her new form.
‘Reborn,’ he said proudly. ‘Reborn in the image of the Great One.’
Bella decided there was no need to ask who the Great One was.
‘Can I fly?’
‘Not here. But where we going, you will soar high.’
Her eyes flitted from Balzoth to something that caught her eye that was on the stone slab. A skull was there in the place her own head had been, and strewn across the slab, mounds of greyish sand.
She recalled the crunching sensation under her as he had risen to get off the slab.
Aware of Balzoth’s gaze on her she went back to the slab and stared down at the skull. It lay on its side, its jaw hanging open. The grey sand it was on extended the length of the slab. It lay in uneven heaps with pieces of bone sticking out and she realized that the grey sand must be ash. How could she have not noticed it earlier? There had been nothing on the slab when she had been lain down and tied there, she was sure.
‘Your mortal remains,’ Balzoth explained.
Bella reached out and touched the skull only to see it crumple under her finger tips. She tried to process this latest revelation in her mind. She had been transformed – the skull and bones of her old self lay like the sloughed-off skin of a snake, for in her new form it was still her — her memories, thoughts and feelings were still present. Her conscious mind was still alive.
She turned and looked at the white circle around which the cultists had been. The fire that had surrounded it was nearly out. Only here and there could small flames be seen, and she saw now that dotted around the circle piles of ash-like substance lay with skulls and pieces of bones embedded.
Bella went closer and walked the perimeter.
‘Keep inside the circle,’ Balzoth warned. ‘To step beyond it would be . . . unwise.’
Bella did not acknowledge his warning, instead staring down at the skulls on top of their bed of ashes.
‘Theirs was the sacrifice, Bella. Not yours. They gave their lives — their life-force, so that you could be what you are now are.’
She looked at Balzoth. ‘You mean they knew?’
‘Of course.’
Bella looked at the sacrificial dagger that lay on the ground where Balzoth had discarded it. The dagger was not a tool merely to take life she realized, but a conduit.
She thought of Lisa’s reassurances.
She thought of Lisa.
She looked around desperately at the cultist remains, focusing her mind to recall where in the circle she had last seen her. As she moved to the spot, Balzoth spoke.
‘You will see them all again’
‘What do you mean?’ Bella demanded, feeling grief for the loss of Lisa.
‘Their mortal forms are no more, as you see. But they still exist –they dwell now on the astral plains of Hell, where I will take you.’
On the place she had last seen Lisa there was a pile of intermingled ash and bones on which lay two skulls. One must have been the cult’s leader, the other, which was smaller she reasoned, must be have been Lisa’s.
‘The one who called herself Lisa, Balzoth began.
‘Yes?’ Bella said, impatiently.
‘Humbly requested that she be allowed to be your personal slave in Hell.’
Bella touched Lisa’s skull with her toes and like her own skull, it too, crumbled upon contact.
‘Granted,’ Bella said.
She turned and saw that Balzoth had all ready begun to descend back into the fissure in the earth, steam rose around him. He extended an arm to her. ‘Come, it is time to leave this world.’
Bella went to him and took his hand. Gazing down she saw stairs descend then vanish into a reddish cloud below.
As she began to descend she took a last look on at the world she was leaving behind. She felt no sense of loss or regret. And one person was uppermost in her mind.
‘When we find my friend, Lisa, can we have her together? — she was in such awe of you.’
Balzoth smiled. ‘Of course. It will be my pleasure.’
‘And hers.’
‘And yours.’ He gave a throaty laugh.
They were still on the stairs which now disappeared into a red glowing mist both above and below them. The air around them was pleasantly warm. And then to Bella’s alarm, the stairs in mid-space ceased. There was only the mist below.
‘What now?’ she asked, looking into Balzoth’s amused eyes.
‘Now?’ Balzoth echoed, still holding her hand. ‘Were we are now, Bella, we have no need of stairs.’
And with that, he spread his huge wings wide and stepped off the stairs taking Bella with him.
She found her own wings stretch to their fullest expanse, the new muscles in her shoulders reacting automatically to the motion of falling and hand in hand, Bella and Balzoth flew down to the astral plains of Hell where somewhere, a dark-skinned girl who owned what she believed to be the sexiest ass in Hell, waited for her new demonic mistress.
THE END