DEVILISH CRUELTY by Robertos

Writer: Robertos

Subject: DEVILISH CRUELTY

Blogger’s Notes: I always loved this story but it was never uploaded here in full. I found the story in three parts on XNXX stories and connected them.

Devilish Cruelty

CHAPTER 1 — DEVILISH CRUELTY

It all started when my wife and I were watching television one night; it was one of those police detective shows that proliferated across the weekly viewing, in this one, the villain had a sadistic kink and was capturing young girls and tormenting them. We watched it through and then went off to bed. We talked about the show and agreed that the plot had been rather stupid. Somehow though, we began talking of the kink the guy had towards girls.

“I can’t see any pleasure in hurting someone like that unless they wanted to be hurt,” I commented.

My wife was a little surprised and asked would like hurting a girl if she wanted it.

I felt a bit embarrassed at what I’d unthinkingly said, “Well, if someone wanted it,” I mumbled.

“Would you like to hurt me,” my wife persisted, still seeming surprised at my admission.

“No, of course not, because you don’t want it,” I replied, although the thought of it turned me on.

“Well you can hurt me a little bit if you’d like it,” she casually told me.

I was really surprised at what she said. She’d never shown any kinkiness before and I thought that she was just being frivolous. Nothing more was said and we got into bed and the light was turned off. We kissed and my hands began to slide over my wife’s belly and up onto her breasts. She slid her hand to my hard cock and fondled it beautifully.

Soon I had her on her back with knees slightly raised and legs parted. I easily slid my cock into her very slippery cunt. She sighed, we kissed, and our hands constantly explored each other’s bodies. Slowly, deeply, I fucked her, controlling myself so that I could keep going. Our excitement grew and we were both breathing hard. She was moaning softly and getting hot.

I took each of her nipples between my forefinger and thumb and began squeezing and rolling her large nipples between my fingers. We fucked and kissed and licked at each other, the whole time her pussy was probed by my lusting cock. I could tell that she was becoming more and more excited as my cock began to shove hard into her body and her breathing turned to excited panting.

I was now squeezing and twisting my wife’s nipples so firmly that she was giving little gasps and cries. We’d never done this before but I was worked up because of the movie we’d watched, and because of what she’d said afterward. I was now panting hard and fucking hard, although still slowly to hold myself in check. I screwed her nipple around and around and she gasped and uttered cries of pain. I wasn’t sure what she’d be thinking and I asked her if I was hurting her too much.

“It’s alright darling, keep hurting me,” she whispered softly and lovingly.

Fuck! I was fucking thrilled by this, so I took her at her word and grasped both nipples once more, and began squeezing and twisting even harder. Soon I had her gasping and crying out loudly as I worked harder and harder at her nipples.

After a little while I asked, “Had I better stop?”

She unhesitatingly whispered, “No, no, it’s all right, keep doing it.”

“You sure?” I asked as I hesitated.

“Yes, keep going,” she said softly.

“I think that you like being hurt a little bit?” I suggested excitedly.

“Yes,” she answered in a hardly audible voice.

“Arrr, owwww,” she now gasped plaintively between gasps of anguish as I pulled, twisted, and squeezed as hard as I possibly could.

“Oh God! That’s great,” I enthused as she responded to the pain that I was causing her.

“Are your nipples getting nice and sore?” I asked as I grinned down at her.

“Ooo yes,” she groaned, “they’re getting so tender just to touch.”

I got off the bed and went to the chair where I’d tossed my clothes. Marg watched as I picked my pants up and slid the leather belt from the waist.

“Hands on head,” I said with a grin.

Marg unhesitatingly clasped her fingers behind her head and lay back with her tits pushed upwards by this position.

“We’ll see how you like getting your tits belted,” I said with a sadistic sneer.

I took the belt near the end with just nine or ten inches of the leather free to slap with.

Whack.

I brought the end of the belt swishing down across her tits with a firm slap.

“Aggh,” she gasped as the sharp pain stung her.

“Wow! That’s fabulous,” I laughed.

Whack. Another short, sharp slap.

“Arrrh-owwwwh,” She again yelled in pain as the belt flayed her tender tits.

“That’s right, finger your cunt,” I told her.

I don’t know whether she realized that she was doing it, but both of her hands had immediately gone to her cunt and she was fiddling with herself.

Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack.

A whole series of rapid slaps landed as I worked the belt back and forth.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Oh fuck that hurts,” she gasped after she finally stopped yelling with the pain.

She doesn’t usually use such words but they just seemed to come naturally under the circumstances.

“You love it you dirty pain slut,” I told her as I stroked my hard, throbbing cock.

I, at that stage, had never spoken to her like that before, but I said it without thinking, and she didn’t complain.

“Oh gosh darling,” she gasped, “you’re so cruel.”

“You love it bitch,” I answered.

She just smiled up at me, which was as good as answering with a yes. I now aimed again and brought the end of the leather belt thrashing down across her tits. She let out an involuntary scream and clutched at herself to protect her tits.

“You dirty, fucking whore,” I sneered as I looked down at her in her anguish.

She saw that I was about to unleash another blow and she frantically told me to wait just a moment until she caught her breath. Fucking Christ! I nearly blew my load at the thought that she was so willing to take more of my flogging. After just a moment rubbing her tits, she moved her hands away and waited cringingly.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Yes,” she answered as she screwed up her face in anticipation of the horrendous pain which was about to come.

I carefully aimed.

“This is going to make you scream,” I said spitefully.

Whish the belt sliced through the air as it rapidly accelerated until it flayed across the soft flesh of her tits. I’d given it all I could and the loud cracking slap of the leather against flesh was immediately drowned out by my wife’s frantic screaming. She writhed on the bed, howling and clutching her tits. Her tears poured forth and streamed down her cheeks.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she whimpered through her tears as she rolled back and forth and rubbed at herself.

I discarded the belt, thinking that I’d better not do anymore, and I started hugging and comforting her as she wept.

“Oh sweetheart,” she finally managed to murmur, “That hurt so much.”

“I’m sorry darling,” I said comfortingly, “I shouldn’t have done it so hard.”

“No, no,” she answered, “Don’t be sorry.”

That was an end to that sort of thing for the night, we were soon fucking, kissing and hugging, and loving each other lustfully.

Later, when all was finished and we were lying back on the bed, I said that she would probably never want to do that again.

“Didn’t you enjoy it?’ she quickly asked.

“Of course I did, you were magnificent,” I told her.

“Well, we can do it again as soon as I forget how much it hurt me,” she giggled teasingly.

“Really!” I exclaimed excitedly, then I added, “But not that last bit eh.”

She wriggled closer so that she could whisper into my ear …

“That too if you want,” she softly whispered, and she slid her tongue into my ear and licked me.

xxxxx

It so happened that it was almost a week before we once more experimented with this newfound aspect of sex I’d in the meantime been planning for it and had a bit of equipment ready and waiting. I began by once again squeezing, twisting, and pulling on my wife’s nipples, but after just a few moments I produced my two large, spring clamps which I firmly secured on each of my wife’s nipples.

Having done that I brought out a roll of cord which I used to tightly bind her tits and I then looped the ends of the cord up around her neck so that her tits were two, firm, round globes rapidly going a deep red. I next dragged her tits upwards towards her head and tightly tied the cord around her neck.

I took up my leather belt and began firmly slapping at her bound tits.

“You like that don’t you, you fucking slut …” I sneered at her.

She grinned up at me even though she kept wincing as the belt hurt her swollen tits.

After some time, in which my wife’s bound tits began to go somewhat purple rather than the original red, I made her kneel, then lean forward with her ass stuck up into the air. I then lengthened out the amount of belt which I’d been using to slap her tits with and I now commenced flogging her ass.

I soon had her crying out and whimpering with the pain of it, but I could tell that she was so excited about being hurt in that way.

“You dirty fucking whore, you filthy fucking bitch,” I snarled.

I was thrilled to hear her murmur, “Yes.”

That inspired me and I viciously lashed her ass until she was howling in pain and sobbing plaintively.

“You filthy fucking cunt, you disgusting fucking perverted fucking harlot, you pathetic pain-loving bitch,” I kept a constant barrage of invective aiming at her ears.

My lust eventually reached a peak and I mounted my wife’s doggie fashion and fucked her roughly while dragging on the cords binding her tits so that they were almost being ripped from her body. She was screaming and howling while I abused her with an absolute torrent of the foulest names that I could think of.

It was fucking great because Marg began to cum just at the same time as myself and we fucked frantically before both collapsing on the bed gasping and panting.

xxxxx

We enjoyed these sorts of sessions regularly, with me experimenting with ever more painful ways of hurting my submissive wife. It was some months later that it happened we were watching that very same television show that had set us off on this course.

That particular television show, more often than not, had a plot centering around odd, even mad people with strange and sometimes weird events happening, and very frequently these odd and bizarre events had a definite sexual slant. Anyhow, this particular week the weird plot involved a group of Satan worshipers who sought out a woman to abuse and ultimately to sacrifice on an altar to The Devil. Of course, as always happens, the police arrived just in time to save her.

The lead up to the show’s end had been very sexual and it seemed a shame when the police arrived and the show finished. I turned off the telly and we soon went to bed. Straight away I was fondling and touching my wife, and soon we were kissing and then licking and sucking at each other in the sixty-nine position. Soon we were getting very excited and worked up. I was thinking of the perversions of the television show we’d watched.

“I’d love to see you in the hands of those guys,” I said without thinking much.

My wife lifted her mouth from my cock just long enough to murmur …

“What guys?”

“Those Devil worshipers,” I replied with my mouth half buried in her cunt.

“Oh God! But…” she exclaimed, seemingly shocked out of her lust and sitting up suddenly.

“Not of course,” I said to reassure her as I remembered that in the television show the men were about to torture the girl to death.

Although you couldn’t see it in the movie, the men had a crucifix and it was fairly obvious what they’d been doing with it while they were chanting their devilish mumbo jumbo with the woman tied up. I felt my cock twitching at the thought. We’d interrupted our loving licking and sucking, and now I straddled my wife’s head and Marg began sucking my cock deeply and slowly right to the back of her mouth.

Soon I was sighing and groaning as she sucked and sucked on my lusting cock. I took her head in my hands and began slowly fucking her mouth, moving her head back and forth on my cock and using her head like a fuck toy.

“You dirty, Satanic whore,” I murmured lovingly as I fucked her mouth.

She made a noise, presumably of protest but of course could say nothing. I was getting more and more excited now, and I knew that soon I’d fill her mouth with my sperm.

“Fucking slut!” I moaned lustfully.

I was panting and grasping her head tightly now. I had her gasping and gulping and gagging slightly as I fucked her mouth deeply and unrelentingly.

“You’re good for one fucking thing you fucking bitch — to be a fucking sacrificial fucking whore to The Devil,” I groaned in my lust.

Saying these sorts of things got me so worked up that just moments later I stiffened my body as my cock nearly choked my wife and my cum surged out into her mouth.

xxxxx

Some days later we were fucking again and I told my wife that I’d told guys on the net all about what we did together. I told her that I was looking for someone like-minded who lived local to us. She was stunned but at the same time, I think excited. She asked just what sort of men I was looking for but didn’t complain about what I’d done. I wonder if there are men who would use her as a sacrifice and torture her to death for “The Devil.”

CHAPTER 2 — DEVIL WORSHIP

It was quite some weeks later, long after the posting had disappeared from the current pages of the personal columns, that a message came, asking for certain details about my wife, whether I was serious about using her as a sacrifice to The Devil, and indeed, if I was, whether my wife would be a willing participant or would have to be forced.

I was thrilled and sent off a speedy reply, telling the guy all about how we’d come into this sort of thing, and how excited my wife and I were when we spoke of such things. I told him how I’d advertised my wife without her knowledge, but that, although shocked when I told her, she had nevertheless been tremendously excited by what I’d done.

I told him how I often when we were fucking, told my wife how I would share her with other men, and how this talk excited her. I was quite honest with him in letting him know that I wasn’t sure whether Margie actually would do anything along those lines, but that I would be eager to try.

After quite a few messages back and forth, the guy suggested that the three of us meet. He suggested that if Marg agreed to meet up with him, even just at a cafe for a cup of coffee, it would show that she was willing to take things further and we could see if she was prepared to do anything

It was with some nervous trepidation that I told my wife about this guy and his proposal. She gasped and expressed shock that I’d taken things that far, but straight away began asking about this guy and wanting to know every detail of what had been said between us.

She gasped and her eyes opened wide when I told her of the guy’s interest in what I had said about Satanism and using Margie as some sort of an offering, but she couldn’t hide her excitement and I knew that her expressions of shock and horror were just to cover her embarrassment and so that she didn’t appear as a complete slut by agreeing straight out.

My next message to the unknown guy detailed all of my wife’s reactions to the proposal and everything that she’d said. It was then decided between us when and where we should meet.

Margie was incredibly flustered when the time came, but I took note of how she dressed carefully and spent time with her hair and her makeup. I knew that she was certainly ready for this sexy exploit, but at that stage, I was still unsure whether she’d be willing to take things any further than just meeting with this guy.

It wasn’t until we reached the cafe, that it occurred to me that this guy could turn out to be someone sleazy that Margie, and perhaps even myself, wouldn’t want anything to do with, although from my point of view, I was feeling so horny that I’d have been happy with just about anybody fucking my wife.

I glanced around at the few other patrons. They were all couples or women, apart from just one guy, and he’d taken no notice of us as we’d entered. We were somewhat earlier than the agreed-upon time, so we settled down to wait.

Margie was tremendously nervous, just a little flushed-looking, and couldn’t stop fidgeting. I knew that it was a big step for her, and for both of us for that matter.

I glanced across at the doorway as a guy entered. He was perhaps in his fifties and looked very suave and well-dressed. It never actually occurred to me that this was our man until he hesitated, glancing about at the seated patrons, and showed an uncertainty as to where to seat himself. Suddenly I realized that this must be David, and, catching his eye as he again glanced in our direction, I nodded to him and gave a look indicating to him that we were the ones he was looking for.

The guy immediately lost the look of indecision and came quickly to our table.

“David?” I asked questioningly as he came up.

“Hello,” he said, offering his hand in a friendly manner, “And this will be the lovely Margaret?” he said smilingly turning his attention to my wife.

Margie blushed noticeably and looked coy and even more flustered, but the guy pretended not to notice and sat down between us. We immediately began to relax as the guy, acting as if there was nothing more going on than just having coffee, chattered away calmly, and began talking of a funny experience he’d had on the way there.

After just a few minutes Margie had gained some composure and was joining in the casual talk, although, each time her eyes encountered those of David, she immediately lowered them in some lingering embarrassment.

Having made the meeting so easy, and having relaxed us all, David skillfully turned the talk in the direction that he wanted. We were talking of some frivolous thing when he then mentioned something along the same lines that he’d seen on the internet. “Isn’t the internet great for getting information on all sorts of things,” he casually continued, turning the conversation onto the news, general interest items, music, etc, that could be accessed.

The conversation now drifted in that direction.

“And you can meet such nice people like yourselves, and of course where else could you propose kinky sexual activities,” he said this with a laugh and a knowing look, and in such a way that it seemed that it was just the right thing to be said, so that Margie, even though she felt a shiver of excitement run through her body, didn’t completely succumb to embarrassment.

To keep the conversation going on this topic, I made some light comments about all tastes being catered for. David seized on the opportunity leaning forward and lowering his voice a little, even though our talk couldn’t have been heard by the other patrons.

“Yes,” he said, “I couldn’t believe my eyes the picture I saw the other day.”

His leaning forward as if sharing something secret and confidential, along with the lowering of his voice, made us feel closer like some sort of conspirators. Margie and I eagerly awaited to hear just what it was he’d seen.

“Could not believe my eyes,” David again chuckled to emphasize the point, “A picture of several Roman soldiers sodomizing Jesus.”

I’d had my eyes on David as he said this, and I could see that he was watching Margie to see what her reaction would be. Her reaction was one of giving a little gasp, so unexpected this sort of thing was.

“Fucking Mother of God!” David said in exclamation, “It’s amazing isn’t it, the things that people come up with.”

David had taken not only Margie by surprise, but myself also, and I was a bit lost for words.

“That’s incredible,” I said in some confusion of thought.

I quickly saw that this line of talk needed to continue or it would be hard to get back to it again.

“I’ve never seen anything like that, but I’ve seen photos of girls fucking themselves with a crucifix,” I said to lead the talk in the same direction.

“Yes, that sort of thing looks so fabulous doesn’t it,” David commented, his face beaming as he looked at me and almost winked.

He could have winked and Margie wouldn’t have noticed as she had her gaze lowered in confused embarrassment.

“Have you and Margie ever fucked around with a crucifix?” David now asked with a devilish grin.

I answered that we hadn’t. I was wondering if this was going too far for Margie.

“You should try it, it’s so crude, so kinky, so sacrilegious,” David eagerly continued, then putting the pressure right on, he asked my wife directly, “Would you be in something like that Margie?”

I saw my wife momentarily look at David before confusedly looking away. She then caught my eye, but even with me, she showed great embarrassment. She had a high color and her eyes had a look of wild excitement. Her lips were parted sensuously and I could see her breasts beneath her light blouse rising and falling as her breath came in excited gasps.

The next moment I was so thrilled and was filled with such pride in my wife as I heard her quietly answer with a single word …

“Yes.”

David’s eyes met mine. He was grinning with an evil look of satisfaction. I couldn’t help but grin back and give a nod indicating that she was ready to be led further down this sinful, blasphemous path.

“You’d love it I know,” David continued, again directing his talk towards my wife, “The feel of that holiest object entering your pussy, sliding further and further in until the body of Christ entered your cunt and fucked you.”

Margie gave what was half a gasp and half a moan of delight, but couldn’t bring herself to look at either of us.

“Of course, I’ve got some specially designed ones at my apartment; they’ve got nice round cock heads on the end so they slot into you nicely — we could go and try them up on you if you liked.”

“No,” Margie stammered as she shook her head.

Even though she had said, “No” … I knew that this was only out of sheer embarrassment. Now that the crunch had come, she found it hard to be an outright slut and say yes.

“I’ll pay for the coffee,” I said, standing up and going to the counter.

I glanced back and could see David still talking animatedly to my wife. I wondered what he was telling her now. Having paid for the coffee, we all made ready to leave. All three of us knew that we were going to David’s apartment, though none of us had said so.

Out in the street, David hailed a cab and he gave the address to the driver as we all got in. The journey took only a matter of minutes as our destination was just on the edge of the city blocks. Minutes later we were entering David’s apartment and he was leading us into the bedroom. David and I noted that Margie had said nothing in opposition to going to the apartment, and it was obvious that she was ready for whatever we wanted to do with her.

David opened a drawer and took out a small crucifix some ten inches long. He handed it to me and I held it so that Margie could also look at it. The oblong section of the shaft gradually turned into a round section and then was fitted with a large cock-head at the end. The metal figure of Christ was exquisitely formed and at David’s pointing it out to us, we saw that the figure had in fact, not the usual loin cloth but a hard, erect penis. David also told us to take note of the sign that was traditionally attached to the top of the cross; we looked closely and saw that it was engraved with the words, “FOR SATAN’S SLUT.”

I was so incredibly horny at all of this, Margie and I had talked about these sorts of things, but now here it was for real.

“Okay, let’s strip your wife off,” David suggested.

“Yes,” I eagerly agreed as I turned to Margie and began undressing her.

She offered no resistance and helped me in her undressing.

“You’re going to feel so incredibly crude and dirty, and bad and sinful sweetheart,” David said to my wife as he watched me stripping her naked, then as I slid down her panties, which were the last item of clothing to come off, David exclaimed appreciatively to Margie, “Fucking whore of Satan! you’re fucking beautiful.”

My wife beamed at such words.

“You say you’ve never done anything like this before?” David said with a grin, confirming what I’d already told him.

“No, only a bit of talk that’s all,” I replied as I helped Margie onto the bed, lifted her knees, and spread her legs.

David took a tube of lubricant and squeezed a bit onto my wife’s already wet cunt, then massaged it around letting his fingers slide sensuously through her cunt lips.

“You’re already nice and juicy and hardly need this,” he laughed as he played about with my wife’s cunt.

“Okay, baby,” David said.

With a grin, he took the crucifix and easily slipped the round cock-head into my wife’s sloppy cunt.

“You’re going to love being dirty and filthy and sinful — a slut and a harlot for The Devil.”

He slowly slid the shaft of the crucifix into Margie’s juicy cunt as he told her this. Margie was propped up on her elbows to watch this sacrilegious outrage of her body.

“See the body of Christ entering your whore’s cunt,” David told my wife.

He eased the crucifix further forward and the sculpted figure on the cross began to disappear between her cunt lips and into her fuck-pit. Margie moaned, but not one of anguish, rather it was one of lustful feeling.

“Oh my …” she began but then stopped in half a sentence.

She had been going to say, “Oh my God,” but held her tongue halfway through.

David knew what she’d intended and he laughed at her sneeringly.

“Oh my, Satan,” might be more appropriate he chuckled.

Margie smiled but said nothing more as she lifted her knees a little more and spread her thighs a little further. She was panting with lustful excitement now and pumped her cunt forward so that the crucifix disappeared up her sloppy cunt as far as the crossbar.

“You wicked, evil fucking whore,” David said grinning down at my wife, “Jesus is really up to you now.”

He turned to the drawer and took out a thick-tipped, black ink marker. Taking off the cap, he scrawled in thick black letters across my wife’s belly. “SATAN’S FUCK SLUT.” He then stripped his pants off and stood on the bed in front of Margie and held his huge, rigid cock for her to suck. She didn’t hesitate, grasping his cock and lovingly sucking it and licking it before then taking it right into the back of her throat so that she gagged slightly.

I had taken over fucking her with the unholy crucifix as soon as David had relinquished it, and I was now thrilled in sliding it in and out of Margie’s incredibly juicy cunt as she sucked on David’s rampant cock.

David was almost ready to cum, so proficiently did my wife suck on his huge organ. He wanted to hold off so pulled his pulsing cock from Margie’s mouth and slapped her several times across the face with its heavy weight. He then turned his attention to the painting that hung on the wall above the head of the bed.

Tuning it over so that the obverse side was now facing outward, he hung it in that position. Margie and I had watched him doing this and now saw that the painting was of The Devil with a hairy, goat-like body cloven feet, and with spread thighs revealing massive sexual organs. Written across the top was the word “SATAN,” and across the bottom the words, “THE DEVIL.”

Pushing my wife into a kneeling position before this painting, he firmly grasped the back of her neck and forced her head downwards, then climbing behind her he inserted his cock into her ass-hole and began sodomizing her.

“Look at the painting and beg your Lord Satan to make you his whore,” David told my wife.

Margie did indeed look up to the painting of The Devil but said nothing.

“Go on whore,” David prompted her, and began to lead her in the words to use, “Oh my Lord Satan, take me and make me your whore,” he urged.

Margie lifted her head again to view the painting.

“Oh my Lord Satan, help me to be your evil and wicked whore,” she said clearly.

“Yes! Yes!” David exclaimed encouragingly, “You are an evil, depraved, blasphemous, wicked harlot.”

I looked at my wife’s face and could see that she was thrilled to be so praised by David. All three of us were incredibly excited and lustful. Margie was ready for anything that we might decide to do with her, and she gave as good as she received, sucking each of us in turn and pumping her cunt and ass to the rhythm of our fucking cocks.

As David pulled his cock from her mouth in order not to cum, so close did he get each time she sucked him, Margie would eagerly look for my cock to replace him. Then, after some minutes, as the rolls reversed and I had to stop her sucking, she turned lustfully to David once more. During the times when we weren’t fucking my wife’s mouth, David and I would take our choice of Margie’s ass or cunt, fucking each hole vigorously and lustfully.

David several times took up the ink marker to write more degrading filth on my wife’s body. Across her back, with an arrow pointing to her ass-hole, he had written, “THE DEVIL’S FUCK HOLE,” while across her forehead he had written the single word, “SLUT.”

The whole time that we were fucking Margie, she was subjected to a barrage of filthy and blasphemous adjectives from David. She showed no aversion whatsoever to this talk, and I believe that it excited her as much as it did us.

For some two hours, we frantically kept this up but finally, David could hold himself back no longer and let pent-up cum burst forth into my wife’s mouth. Seeing this, I too let myself go and filled her ass, which was the hole that I happened to be fucking at the time, with my considerable outpouring of cum. Margie herself had already climaxed three times but could have kept going as long as there were cocks ready for the fucking.

The three of us lay on the bed panting.

“Did you tell her about The Cult?” David asked me.

“No, not yet,” I said grinning.

I saw Margie’s eyes open wide.

“What?” she exclaimed wide-eyed, “What’s The Cult?”

“The Cult my dear,” David said grinning at her, “Is a group of twenty-seven Satanists, of whom I am one. You are to become the property of The Cult and will be initiated into the most evil acts imaginable, all of which I am sure that you’ll love. After that, you will be offered as a sacrifice to Satan and will become his property.”

Margie’s mind was reeling in wonderment at this revelation. She knew not what all of this meant, but her lustful excitement surged to new heights.

CHAPTER 3 – SATANIC CULT

Everything about my wife Margie’s session with David had been fabulous. The talk of Satan and Devil worship had tremendously excited us both.

David’s revelation about the Satanic cult of twenty-seven men, and his suggestion that Margie could be taken and used by them all, really stirred our lustfulness, though I thought that Margie would never take things any further than more threesomes with David. To my great surprise though,. I found that she couldn’t stop fantasizing about the Cult of Satan

David was thrilled when I told him of this lustful fascination with the cult. He informed me that to date the cult had only had girls who had been heavily drugged, and the possibility of having Margie submitting of her own free will was something that made him lust even more for my wife. I still, even though Margie did seem so lured by it all, couldn’t believe that she would ever go so far as to agree to be used in that way.

David, to try my wife out to see if she indeed would consider going further, spoke directly to her, and told her to go shopping and to purchase the most beautiful underwear available — stockings, suspender belt, panties, camisole, quarter-cup bra, as well as the most elegant shoes with extreme high heels that she could find. All of this clothing was to be of virginal white and the most beautiful and delicate design. He then told her that she would wear this outfit when she was taken to the Satanic Chapel to be used by the other cult members.

I was amazed when Margie, without hesitation, agreed to all that she was told. Two days later she was excitedly showing me the things she had purchased.

I couldn’t believe it.

“Do you want to go through with this thing?” I asked in wonderment.

At first, she thought that I didn’t want her to do it, but when I told her that I would think her the most wonderful thing if she did indeed submit and be used as a Satanic offering, she told me that she did indeed want to do it even though she was somewhat scared and apprehensive about it.

“Perhaps,” I told her, “You’re already under Satan’s control.”

This thought thrilled us both incredibly, and Margie became more confident about going ahead with it.

It took some weeks before the session with The Satanic Cult was arranged. David explained that the various members were scattered about the country and that it took time for them to arrange to gather together. During this time, Margie became more and more excited and thrilled at the prospect of what might happen to her, and she couldn’t stop talking about it and wondering just what would happen.

Finally, the day and the time arrived. Margie spent a long time in her preparation but looked superb when she finally declared that she was ready. The underwear that she’d bought was so gorgeous and she looked perfect in every way, and so very sexy.

David had already joined us and he and I had excitedly and eagerly awaited my wife’s readiness.

In the car, we drove for miles through open countryside, but finally, after more than an hour’s drive, David directed me to turn up a small, unsealed road, along which we traveled for some miles more before pulling into the grounds of what looked like an old country church.

The lower windows of the building looked to be shrouded with heavy, black, cloth drapes, but a large, upper, stained glass window shone magnificently with colored pictures of the crucified Christ at the top, with the saints depicted beneath, and right at the base the inferno of Hell with the damned souls being consumed by the flames.

The night was cold and it was threatening rain. There was no one about out of doors, although a large number of cars were parked outside the old building. Entering by a side doorway, and passing a boiler that emanated warmth, Margie and I found ourselves in a small room which, judging from the hubbub of voices, was attached to the main hall of the church.

David told Margie to take off the coat that she’d worn over her underwear outfit and to prepare her mind for what was about to take place. I could see that she was tremendously excited, but also, almost trembling with nervousness.

“Don’t worry,” David told her with a smile, “Satan and his devils are with you.”

I felt a cold shiver run through my spine, but Margie, on the contrary, seemed to take heart at this statement and grow less nervous. Peering through the open doorway, I could just see the altar and surrounds all draped in black satin cloth with the floor carpeted with a deep purple carpet.

David quickly stripped his clothes off and donned a thick, black, garment, pulling the cowl up over his head. He then flipped a couple of switches on the wall so that the area of the altar darkened and suffused with a reddish glow, the rest of the hall being submerged in shadow. Immediately the chatter in the church subsided into an excited and expectant murmuring as the congregation of Satanists eagerly saw that what they’d impatiently been waiting for, was about to take place.

“Wait here,” David said to us, he then stepped through the doorway into the church.

We could hear his voice addressing the gathered men who had immediately hushed in excited expectation.

“Satanic Brothers,” he began, “As you know, our Lord Satan has delivered to us a young woman to be abused for his glory.”

Again an excited murmur arose from the unseen congregation.

“Not only is this woman young, but she is beautiful as well. She is a pure and chaste bride, having been married before God in his holy church. Our Lord Satan has chosen this young bride and her husband to be corrupted for his glory. He has chosen them to corrupt and destroy the purity and chastity of their marriage. He has chosen them to make a mockery of their wedding vows before God, and he has chosen this young bride for us to look upon her body, and to molest with evil thoughts in our minds, and finally to fuck and to abuse in abominable ways.”

Again a murmur of approbation arose.

“Our Lord Satan has sown his seeds of evil,” David continued, “And this young woman has shown her worth by offering a prayer to him while she was being fucked with the holy symbol of the crucifix.”

More murmurs of approval.

“The husband of this pure offering to The Lord Devil has seen the evil of the Satanic way, and willingly offers his chaste wife to be used in the practice of wickedness and evil.”

Here David motioned to Margie to step forth into the presence of the gathered congregation.

I looked at my wife’s face and saw her eyes wide with nervousness, and a flush upon her face, all of which made her look even more beautiful. She stepped forward onto the raised platform before the men who would abuse and corrupt her for Satan. There was a great hubbub of comments and sounds of approval from the gathered men. There were gasps at her pure loveliness and sexiness, as well as comments of praise, and a general enthusiasm and eagerness of the men to lay hands upon her pure body.

I’d looked towards the darkened body of the church as Margie had stepped forward onto the raised platform, my gaze being greeted by a sea of faces all shrouded in the same black, hooded garb that David wore. I felt a shudder, not of fear for my wife, but of elation, as I thought of how she was to become their victim and a sacrifice to Satan.

David now beckoned to me to step forward, and he next addressed me directly.

“Robert, having conformed to the rituals and rites of the Christian church in wedding Margaret, and having promised before God to honor your wife and remain true and faithful to her, do you now renounce those vows and give your wife to be abused and used in honor of The Evil One, Lord Satan?”

I felt overwhelming lust arising within me, and I felt my cock rapidly swelling as I answered in a firm, loud voice.

“I do!”

An appreciative murmur of approval, with one or two of the congregation commenting more audibly.

“Fellow Satanists,” David resumed, now addressing the congregation, “Let us behold this man’s wife, the pure and lovely victim of Our Lord The Devil, as yet chaste and unsullied but even now with her mind filled by Satan’s power, and wishing to become His whore and His harlot.”

Margaret’s heart was racing, her mind was in a whirl. She’d listened to everything that had been said and had grown more and more lustful and excited. She knew that the moment she had stepped through that door, she was lost and would truly become a whore of The Devil, but she’d had no qualms about what she was doing she was savoring the wonderful moment of formally giving herself to The Evil One.

I watched on with incredible lust and excitement as I saw my darling wife being gloated upon and offered to Satan. I knew that very soon she would be fucked and ravished by all of these assembled men.

“Margaret,” David now spoke again, addressing my wife, “Before God’s altar you promised chastity and purity, you promised faithfulness towards your husband Robert, do you now freely renounce those vows?”

Margaret went to speak but in her extreme excitement, the words could hardly be heard even by David standing right before her.

She took a deep breath and then in a pure and sweet voice uttered, “I do!”

“And do you, Margaret,” David continued, smiling lecherously at her as he spoke, “Do you give yourself to Satan to be his whore and slut, that you may be made corrupt and sinful?”

Once more Margaret answered clearly, “I do!”

“Do you offer your body to the disciples of Satan, that they may use you for wicked and sinful purposes that The Lord Devil shall be pleased to see your purity and chastity defiled and sullied?”

Margaret’s mind was surging with lustful excitement and she wondered if The Devil had indeed possessed her.

Again in a clear, melodious voice, she answered in the affirmative, “I do!”

Whereas I had only been asked one question, it was obvious that David was turned on by making my wife answer many questions about her degradation.

“Are you willing to become Satan’s harlot?” she was asked.

She replied, “I am!”

“Are you desirous of becoming base and wicked and to have your body used for gross indecencies?”

Again she replied, “I am!”

David’s grin had become more and more broad with each question. He now turned back to address the men in the congregation.

“Brothers in wickedness,” he said grinning, “Let us please our Lord and Master, Satan, and destroy every last vestige of goodness in this victim of The Evil One. Let us truly make her his whore and slut and harlot.”

Turning to some large object that stood covered with purple silk shrouds.

“Let the slut be taught the difference between good and evil.”

With these words, he pulled the silk cloth so that it fell away to reveal a life-sized crucifix, that crucifix that had been a part of the original church for over one hundred years, and which had been venerated by worshipers for that length of time. Margie gasped when she saw the crucifix. Between the loins of Christ, protruded a huge, fat, curved, erect penis some two inches thick and perhaps ten inches long.

At David’s last words, the men in the congregation had eagerly surged forward to do what they would with Margie. Her beautiful underwear was now almost ripped from her body and several burly men now bodily lifted her naked body upwards towards the crucifix.

At the same time, she felt a greasy hand slopping muck onto her asshole, and she immediately knew the purpose as she was located on to the massive cock of Jesus which, with her downward weight, pressed at the hole of her ass, pushing it open so that the huge cock began to slide upwards into her body.

“God!” she gasped

She felt the massive head of the cock opening her hole and stretching her anal passage wide.

“Not a word we use here,” one of the men laughed at her.

“My Lord and Master, Satan,” Margie gasped, correcting herself.

The head of the huge cock had entered her hole and she felt as if she would be split open. The men held her upright in position and let her weight sink slowly down on the cock of Christ as it slowly entered her bowels. She was gasping and panting, she had never before blasphemed but now, almost without thinking, and perhaps with The Devil controlling her mind.

“Fuck me with the cock of Christ,” she uttered, “That I am sodomized for The Lord Satan.”

Fortunate that she was a petite little thing and light of weight, the massively thick cock only slowly penetrated up into her intestines but even so her anus did reach the bottom curve of the cock and she was supported and impaled thus, gasping as she felt the huge thickness of Christ’s cock stretching her incredibly, feeling the cock pressing and stretching the furthest recesses of her anal passage.

In this position, the men buckled two leather straps around Margie’s arms and fastened her to the crossbar of the crucifix so that she was like a crucified whore with the cock of Christ up her ass.

While the number of men had been positioning and fastening Margie, other men had dragged another large object across in front of her. This object was slightly larger than the crucifix upon which Margie was fastened, and, being covered with a purple shroud, she assumed that it was another such figure of Christ upon the cross.

Once Margie was positioned and fastened to the cross, with the huge cock deep within her bowels, David again stood in front of her, and looking up at her, he said loudly so that all could hear.

“Behold, slut of Satan, your Master.”

With these words, he tugged the purple silk cloth which easily fell away to reveal a huge, magnificent, carved image of The Devil, similar to the portrait that she had first seen at David’s apartment on the occasion of her being fucked with the crucifix.

Margie gasped and stared at the splendor of the beast. It wasn’t until a moment or two of staring at the cruel and fearsome face of the carved image before she looked further over the splendid being and saw a massive cock rising proudly from between the animal-like loins of the Satanic Beast.

The men now edged the carved image of Satan close to Margie so that the huge, thick cock pressed against her naked belly. The closer it came to her, the more she was entranced by the eyes that looked straight into her own. At first, she had the idea that the eyes were real but she asked herself how could they be. And yet they stared cruelly into her own and seemed to be alive. She was truly entranced.

She stared at the transfixing eyes, at first with some feelings of fear, then of fascination, and finally of submission and devotion.

The men supported Margie once again and undid the straps attaching her to the cross, then two men, standing on small stools, lifted her up off the cock of Christ and then positioned her so that not only was that original cock still probing at her ass, but also the huge cock of The Devil was entering into her vagina.

Slowly both cocks, those of Christ and Satan penetrated together into her body. She gasped as she felt the two massive cocks entering into both the anus and vagina, stretching both channels incredibly.

“Fucking whore! Filthy slut! Satanic cunt!” she heard them call and which filled her with ever-increasing lust for what was being done to her.

She clung to the animal-like image of Satan and gazed into the fascinating eyes. Never had she experienced such a feeling, she felt that she must surely be ripped open by the massive cocks within her body, and yet her holes seemed to slowly accommodate them and she felt more wonderful than she had ever felt in her entire life.

While she hung there impaled, the men had been busy fastening some machines to the base of the two statues. A switch was thrown and a dull droning noise began. A lever on each machine was then operated and both crucifix and figure of Satan began to tremble so that the two cocks vibrated within her ass and cunt.

“VE STNA, HL STN, LD f DKNSS, RG STNA” Margie’s words came out like a chant of Devilish ritual.

Electrodes were next placed nearby and green arcs of electric discharge flowed and quivered over Margie’s naked body.

Her body shook and quivered, with the green arcs of electricity crackling and twisting.

“VE SATNA” she babbled over and over and over.

Robert got very excited at seeing his wife subjected to such spectacular treatment, and thinking that she was being electrocuted to death.

“No, no, it’s not lethal,” one of the men told him after he’d said something about Margie being killed, “It’s just very nasty,” the man laughed, “The fucking whore is fucked isn’t she,”

After some ten minutes of subjection to this treatment, David finally threw the switch. The violent arcing and the shaking of the vibrators stopped. Margie slumped between the crucifix and the Satanic idol, panting and gasping, her magnificently naked body glistening with perspiration.

Many hands lifted her from the cocks and her ass and cunt gaped open after the incredible fucking from the two massive cocks.

“All right,” David said, taking charge, “Onto the altar with the whore.”

She was lifted up by many willing hands, and in a moment her naked body was lying upon the black altar, her arms and legs askew and hanging over the edges. The men eagerly gathered around Margaret’s body upon the black altar.

“Lord Satan,” David began, addressing the disciples.

He then began babbling a strange tongue, unlike anything that Robert had ever heard. Somewhere along the way he seemed to revert to English.

“Ever and ever for Satan’s glory, whose power and kingdom is his, into evil deliver us, with wicked temptation and covetousness of our neighbor’s wife, this kingdom of evil is forever yours Lord Satan the Evil One knowing all wickedness, sin, and corruption. Take then this woman sacrificed upon your altar, ravage her mind and body, and take her to torment and destroy for your glory and honor Lord Satan. Let us, your disciples abuse and ravage the body of this woman, taking all good from her to be replaced with corruption and sin. May you so defile her Lord Satan, that she becomes vile and corrupt.”

David then once more drifted into the strange mumbo-jumbo, not unlike the words that Margaret had used when being electrified and tortured.

“VE STNA, HL STN, LD f DKNSS, RG STNA”

David then gave Robert a card and told him to deliver the prayer to Satan.

Robert looked at the card and began to recite the words …

“My Lord and Master, Satan. I give to you my wife to use as you wish. May she, a fallen Christian and follower of god, be pleasing to you oh Lord Satan, in that she, once holy and pure, is now vile and filled with sin. May it please you oh Lord Satan, to see your disciples make every foul and sinful use of my wife’s body in your name, and may it please you that I give her to You, through your disciples, to use in any way that they may see that it pleases you, even in life or in death. Ave Satanas.”

Upon completion of this strange ritual, the men fell upon Margie’s body and took everything that they wanted, fucking her mouth, cunt, and ass; mauling her breasts, touching every private part of her body. Nothing was spared so that before long every orifice in her body was a mess of sperm, sloppy and dribbling.

Some men had demon masks with horns and evil eyes, some had adopted masks in the form of goat heads, and all of these Margie gave her lusting body to, as if to The Devil, Satan. Never had she felt such lustfulness for sexual depravity. She thrilled in the knowledge that all was evil and wicked, done in the name of Satan.

Man after man had his desire with Margaret, many, after a short time, coming back to again rape and abuse her body, this time in one opening, next time in another. Not one man at a time by any means, at times she had two, three, or four men abusing her femininity until she was vile and corrupted.

The men continually fucked and abused her voluptuous body, with many more milling about her and wanting their turn with her lovely nakedness. Margie freely gave of herself, lusting and desiring more and more of the lovely, big, hard cocks that entered her body by way of cunt, mouth, and ass. Her hands groped about for those cocks that were waiting and not actually in her body.

She, when men ejaculated into her mouth, happily swallowed it down and then looked about her for the next cock that was to fuck her mouth. Those men who called her a whore of Satan, or some other demeaning name, she responded to all the more, not that there was any cock that she didn’t respond to.

Now one man pushed his entire hand up into Margie’s sperm-soaked cunt. This was a sign for others to try the same, at first only using her stretched and sloppy cunt, but soon she was heaved this way and that as her ass too became an orifice for men’s hands to enter.

Never in her life had Margaret felt so used and abused, and she reveled in it, responding to every abuse of her body, wanting ever more and more. She knew that now she belonged to The Devil, to Satan, and she wanted to be sinful and unholy in the extreme for Him. She knew that she would do anything whatsoever that was evil, she wanted this treatment to never stop, and indeed, it went on for some hours of incredible lust and debauchery.

David standing next to Robert, looked upon the scene of total depravity.

“Your wife, Margaret, is truly possessed by The Devil now,” then he added with a malicious grin, “We’ll do this sort of thing a few more times before we use her in celebrating a Black Mass.”

THE END