Steampunk Satanic Cowgirl by Destiny1961

Writer: Destiny1961

Subject:: Steampunk Satanic Cowgirl

Link: LS666 Email / 17.12.2023

Steampunk Satanic Cowgirl

So I live in the southern parts of the United States, where there are still cowboys. But there is this one cowboy bar on the outskirts of town. It is interracial. There are lots of “dressers” there. And I am told, it has a rather dark satanic theme to it.

I have this friend who has given her soul to Satan. And she has tried to get me to give my soul too. She is a ”transgirl” and tells me, this bar has this “New World Night”. It’s kind of “Steampunk” and girls get to drink half price and can even get high.

Her name is Sara. She tells me that they are having this special night where the cowgirls can ride the bull. I think it’s a mechanical bull. She tells me, if the girl can stay on the bull, for a certain amount of time, they become a VIP.

Sara says she knows how much I want to be a girl and like sex, lust , and plays on that. She buys me this dark cowgirl outfit and talks me into it. Sara also says they have this idea of a one world religion, where all are welcome, and pray before all events.

It is a Saturday morning and Sara talks me into dressing. We’re going to this gender-friendly bar to shoot some pool. We drink and Sara even brings some weed. She then makes a bet with me, that if I lose we go to that other barb(to their “New World Night”). Sara tells me, she knows my thoughts. She says that I can literally be feminine — that I just need my spirit right — and the other place is doing a spiritual thing to help. So I give in and we go.

As we walk in, there are  many like us there. There are symbols all over and seems we are the two that look the most feminine. They have this little ceremony. Some lay hands on us, calling for our spirits to open up. We are given some weed, but it’s spiked.

One of the owners slips a collar on me, that has a pentagram. Then a leash is attached. They ask if I am going to bull ride. There are about four or five who do and there are what look like booths. We pick a booth and toss out leashes over the doors but one is chosen for me. I am high as a kite so figure will not stay on a bull when the doors open.

Behind them are black men who are very hung. But mine looks like he has a baseball bat for a cock. I am a bit confused. We’re all guided to an area and they all sit. I am tugged as we are set above our bulls and lowered until I feel about four inches of what feels like horse cock stretch me. They all begin to say some sort of incantation and then I hear a quick countdown. The guy starts to pound up into me. My breathing is heavy as I  bounce up and down on his huge fuck stick.

Others start to fall off their guys as mine wraps a towel around my waist to make sure I do not. I am about to pass out, as he goes deeper and harder. After about twenty minutes, he pulls me down hard. He pulls until he opens my womb and then fills it. But there is this tingle. It is like my spirit breaks as he finishes up. I have been broken, like a horse, and the others are sitting there jerking. I look as my bull tells me to take over. I go down the line and suck one, while the other fuck me.

After being filled, the owner tells me that I am now his new VIP. I join him in the special VIP room. We go and others watch as I go to the center to find a round table with candles around it. There is a bong there and he lights it for me to partake. I am commanded to light the candles as he removes his pants to reveal an even bigger cock.

He walks over and kisses my neck and says I am the new demon queen of spades. I no longer feel any male power as he lifts me and lays me in the center of the table that is a pentagram. He calls out and offers me to Satan and then leans over me and slides his cock in slowly and then quicker and fucks me hard. Finally he shoves deep as it hurts and fills me.

THE END?