Feature writer: Althalus
Feature title: Lucifer’s Minion
Uploaded: ASSTR
Story codes: Mf Ff, Rape, Best, bdsm, Caution
Lucifer’s Minion
Walking alone at night isn’t safe for a woman… Especially in the bad part of town. A girl got kidnapped there a few years back, and no one ever saw her again. She was just strolling down midway boulevard, and someone started following her. Then there was a van, and lots of someones trying to shut her up.
They beat her unconscious and then they tied her together. a greasy rag stuffed in her mouth muffled her cries when they left her alone in a room without windows. She could see, but the future looked pretty damn bleak. She heard dogs barking somewhere and then the deadbolt slid back from the door. A group of nondescript men entered, guiding scary looking mongrels into the room. They growled and snapped at each other and the men laughed. One of them leaned down toward her and she screeched as she saw the gleam of a blade.
“It’s okay, pretty thing. I’m not gonna cut you… yet.”
With that, the large man laughed and grappled with her skirt. He slid it up over her small hips and cut her panties off of her body. His breath quickened as her soft pink flesh made its debut. the light brown hairs curled gently over her budding lips, and he smiled at the sheen of sweat along her thighs. Tears squeezed out of her eyes as she realized what he was going to do. his fingers stroked the damp curly hair, and her nipples got hard instantly. she willed her body to cringe from the touch, but it would not obey. His large finger found its way between her hot lips, but it didn’t get very far.
“Uh oh! I think she’s still got her cherry!” He said happily and loudly.
The other men jeered and crowded close, ushering a large black dog forward. he was straining against his leash, trying to get at her. The one with the loud mouth slapped her until she got up on her knees.
“Do you see this dog? do you?!”
He smacked her again, making her nose bleed. she nodded furiously.
“His name is Jake. he’s going to fuck you hard, until we make him stop.”
They pushed her down on her hands and knees over a mattress. The dog investigated her rear end with a tentative sniff, and she cried out through her gag when he suddenly licked her. She tried to move away, but they hit her repeatedly until she no longer moved from the center of the mattress.
Jake leaned against her eagerly and put his paws around her slender waist, clutching her close. He rubbed her secret hot spot ineffectually at first, and she sobbed openly as she thought about the uselessness of “saving” herself for that special person. His stomach was warm on her back as he humped, searching for just the right angle.
He tickled and teased her quivering flesh, pushing and probing with the tip of his cock. At long last he found the weak spot in her wetness. He braced his feet a bit, slipping between her virgin folds expertly. he seemed to know just what he was doing. He pushed his penis an inch or so inside, and then he thrust all of it into that forgiving flesh. She wailed as the dog pumped in and out, harder and seemingly deeper every time. She started to wonder if it would ever end…
She wasn’t sure, but she thought the men behind her had a video camera. She heard a camera shutter click; they were taking pictures. Semen and blood trickled down her legs, and she shuddered in disgust as they grabbed the dog and led him away.
Two of the men carried her to a small bathroom, where they bathed and douched her, being nice after her ordeal… Perhaps to prepare her for the next one. They took her to another room lit only by candles. there was a statue of a man with horns… And a huge erect phallus. The statue stood in front of a flat square block – maybe it was an altar. They brought her to it and made her kiss and lick the phallus while they took pictures.
Then two of them lifted her up to compare the phallus to her pussy. There was no possibility of entrance. The erection was three inches thick and eleven inches long! They couldn’t even get the tip of it inside her, so they lay her on the altar.
They spread her legs and one of them spread her pussy lips with his fingers. she was wet and glistening – a glorious sight. The man unzipped his pants and squeezed his cock, urging it to full size and gloating in the throbbing pleasure. He lay over her quivering body and pushed his head slowly past her pink lips, nudging her open. She sucked in her breath and her hips rose from the altar to ease the pressure. He pulled back, teasing her, now pushing just his head in again. Then an inch of his length entered her, but he withdrew immediately. it went on this way for ten minutes, as he introduced his cock to her slowly. with one hard shove he was finally all the way in. She moaned and he pulled out a little, coming back full force the next second. his face contorted – she was unbelievably tight! He thrust in and out faster and faster, and she wrapped her legs around him so the stone wouldn’t scrape her thighs. Her spasmodic cunt aroused his climax, and he filled her with his cream.
He left, but another man came. and another, and another. she fucked so many men on that altar that she lost count. She sensed it was getting late when they washed and douched her a second time. They took her to another small room with a mattress in the corner and a bare bulb in the paint-chipped ceiling. they made her lie down and they forced a huge piece of plastic into her tender parts, fastening the straps on the end of it around her waist. They told her they would be watching her, and if she took it out they would make her eat it. Then they gave her a shapeless cotton dress with faded blue flowers to wear. She put it on and lay back down, flat on the mattress. It was the most comfortable position, considering the giant plug in her pussy.
She slept for a while, and then awoke when someone opened the door.
They had a tray with a sandwich, some crackers, and a plastic cup of juice on it. no silverware, no plate. The man with the tray took out the plug and left the room with it. when he came back, he forced her down on the floor and fucked her – hard. He spent himself unceremoniously, and stuck a few fingers into her cunt as an afterthought. he led her to the bathroom where he douched her and pushed the plastic back into her, fastening the straps quickly.
She had no concept of time in the room with no windows, but several days worth of meals passed this way. the person who brought her meal would always take out the plug and fuck her brutally, cleaning her vagina afterward. She wondered if they ever cleaned that weird plastic thing, and then she thought that must be why they were taking it out every so often. Sometimes that thing was unbearable, but she didn’t dare take it out herself. She had no idea that the reason it seemed so awful sometimes was that each time the plastic came out it was replaced with a slighter larger replica of the original plug. It was an efficient way to stretch her too-tight cunt for their purposes.
After the sex one day (or evening?) someone came to her in the dark and removed the cotton dress. She was sitting on the mattress when they came in, and they pushed her down on her back once the dress was off. He/she started rubbing a spicy-smelling oil into her skin. they went over every part of her body, paying special attention to her breasts and her inner thighs. The person never turned on the light, and left without saying anything. The oil was making her skin tingle, and she could swear the soft hands had belonged to a woman.
After every third meal from then on, the same person would come and rub her naked body with special scented oils – always in the dark. Once she tried to flick the light on while the masseuse was still in the room, but the switch didn’t work. As exhausted as her soul was, she was intrigued by the stark contrast of this person with the rest of her abductors.
One night (day?) the person with the scented oils continued massaging long after the necessary parts were oiled. She felt hands roaming all over her, soft insistent hands. soon she was really starting to enjoy the sensation, and her body started to move in response. Her stomach tensed as the hands neared her pubis for the first time ever, tickling the soft hairs experimentally, seeming almost shy. The stranger parted her inner lips and rubbed her moist pearl slowly. she moaned – she couldn’t help it! And the finger slipped inside her, moving in ways that made her writhe.
A hot mouth came down on her breast, and small teeth brushed her nipple. She gasped and pushed up against the body that was over hers, and pleasuring her so successfully. The stranger made no sound, and the orgasm that he provoked was somehow unsatisfying… she had no idea if he had received anything pleasant from the encounter. After the room was empty again and she was plugged, she wondered why the hell she should care about anything when she was imprisoned with a bunch of lunatic Satan-worshipers.
Finally, someone on the high end of things decided that she was ready to try mounting the statue again. The room was lit with candles again, as before, and there were two people fucking passionately on the altar before the statue. as soon as the man came, he reached down beside the altar and brought a huge knife to his partner’s throat. She was dead in a matter of minutes, her blood flowing over the stone altar and pooling around like a black stain. To the girl’s horror, men scooped the blood up on their hands and rushed at her, rubbing the blood on every inch of her exposed skin. When the faded cotton dress started to impede their progress, they tore it away from her body and continued their frenzied massage. Then two of the men carried the dead woman’s body away.
As repulsed as she was by this strange and macabre ritual, she could not do anything to resist for fear of losing her own life. She stood as still as the statue before her, and did not protest when they pushed her down and started having sex with her on the altar where the woman had just been slain. She couldn’t even feel them – they were meaningless to her abused and stretched vagina. A dozen men spent themselves in her cunt, and then two of them lifted her up to the phallus. They held her in place and slid her down on its length slowly. She felt every inch of the false cock riding up inside her; unlike them, it was too big to ignore.
She clutched the statue (she was facing it) and swayed on the phallus, pushing her clit against the base. She tried to keep her bearers from letting her weight rest entirely on the shaft, but it seemed that was what they wanted. She clutched the horned statue close. the men were chanting something, but none of that mattered to her. Neither did the congealing blood on her skin.
She could feel a pulse in the phallus – it was ALIVE!
She started to scream as jets of hot semen spurted up into her, filling her tired soul with rapture beyond anything she could imagine. Her nails scraped skin from the back of the statue; the men on the ground were no longer holding her. the statue’s arms came around her back and guided her hips. The statue-man pumped into her with inhuman strength and held her close as she came. Her breasts bounced as he thrust in and out of her black box, and the men below watched in awe as the dark lord fucked their sacrificial lamb.
The onlookers became lust-enraged; they grabbed each other and started having sex everywhere. There were men with men, men with women, women with women… and they were all moaning and shouting their ecstasy. The living statue inspired them to greater heights than they had ever reached alone, and they longed to plunge to their deaths in unholy joy. They didn’t know what they were wishing for.
The mood suddenly shifted as the doors to the altar room slammed shut by unseen forces. A few of the people having sex glanced around, like a chill wind had passed by and stolen their breath away. The girl could feel a rumble start deep inside the statue-man, and she panicked as he lifted her up off of his massive cock. She was utterly spent, and she hoped above all else that he/it would not kill her. But death did not seem to be her fate, for she was carried silently to the altar.
Every writhing body was stilled now, watching to see what this incarnation of the dark lord would do. what glories would he bestow upon his faithful servants? What miracles might they soon witness?
When he turned, his eyes were ablaze with malice and his hands were great burning claws with which he reached out and jerked the nearest man to his feet. The man’s screams were magnified by the vaulted ceiling, and soon a ripple of fear passed through the congregation. The man’s penis was hanging flaccid now, and looked quite ridiculous to the girl, who was seated on the altar as if nothing were amiss. She figured if he was going to kill her, there was nothing she could do about it now. Why not enjoy the show?
The smell of human flesh burning is most unpleasant, and the charred man who was still struggling to free himself from his flaming captor was no exception. His screams were long silent, but he twitched as though still conscious. Which of course, he was.
The statue-man turned on the others and they all flinched at his glare. They backed away, scrambling for the door, climbing over one another, screaming and crying… no one was in the mood to fuck any longer. The most horrifying thing about what the dark lord had done was that the man was still alive, still moving. He could no longer express his agony to the world, but it was clear that he felt it.
Choosing who was to be next was quite simple. He just reached into their minds and clamped down on the first one to harm the lost girl. That man, that abomination, was then unable to move from his position. His arms and legs would not obey his mind, no matter how he tried. He could not scramble, and cringe, and crawl away like the others.
The girl watched in fascination as the statue-man walked swiftly up to the man who had tossed her into the van, and eviscerated him. As he stood, rooted to the spot, his guts still drooping from his stomach, the statue-man chose his next victim. It was another brute; the one who’d brought the dog to fuck her. She smiled a private smile as he was torn limb from limb by the statue-man, and later fed to the same dogs she’d seen days (or was it weeks?) before.
By the time his vengeance was visited upon each member of that depraved congregation, the room reeked of blood and shit. It was clearly time to go. The statue-man picked the girl up and carried her to another room, at the end of an interminably long hallway. she started to wonder how it could even be connected to the rooms she had known – it was such a long corridor.
There was a bath and a roomy shower, and the girl immediately went into the stall and turned on the hot water. Blood and fecal matter do not a pleasant bouquet make. The steam fogged up the mirror and the shower door, but she could still see the statue-man’s silhouette when he entered the bathroom. He was trying to be stealthy, which was odd. The girl didn’t really mind another person being in there with her, since the last 30 or so showers had been spent with someone else cleaning her vagina.
She slid the door open just a smidgen, and peeked out. steam billowed out of the shower, but through it she could just make out the tall statue-man. His skin was bronzed, his hair a deep brown, and he had two horns jutting from his head. He looked for all the world like a giant satyr, having the hind legs and tail of a goat. she suddenly thought of a Disney movie about Greek gods, and stifled a giggle. He looked up sharply at the sound, and she quieted down immediately. she had already seen what this satyr was capable of.
He pierced the mist with his hulking form and stooped down comically to enter the shower stall with her. She backed up against the wall, not out of fear, but to give him room. the spray of warm water wet his fur and made it look sleek and inviting to the touch. She reached down and stroked his leg, marveling at how soft it was. He was just standing there, staring down at her, so she lathered her hands up and started to rub him down. The blood was coming off him in rivulets, and the soap helped with the smell. her fingers lingered over his abdomen, caressing the ridge of muscle, and her breath caught in her throat when she noticed his huge cock beginning to swell. A tremor of fear went through her; she stopped soaping him down and just stood there, waiting. When it seemed an eternity had passed and he didn’t move, she reached out and started rubbing his huge arms with her soapy hands.
“Why don’t you turn around so I can do your back?” She murmured, almost laughing at the sound of those words in this place.
But he seemed to think the request was reasonable, and he turned to face the tiled wall. the girl hissed through her teeth as her eyes took in the criss-crossed landscape of his back. She remembered causing the freshest scratches with her own hands, but beneath those… the pale welts revealed a painful history she could hardly imagine. She swept her soapy hands over his back gingerly, being extra careful so as not to irritate the open wounds. His muscles flexed as she worked her way across, and when she started to scratch him lightly between the shoulder blades he hunched forward so that his back curved out towards her. When she finished the small of his back she started to lather up his fur, but soon realized that shampoo would be much better suited for that purpose. she squeezed some out into her hand and then just stared for a moment, not quite knowing where to start.
The girl knelt uncertainly and massaged the shampoo into the fur of his left flank, adding more as she moved down his leg. tThe fur was damn thick, and she wondered briefly what the statue-man used to clean it back where he was from. He started to turn just as she finished scrubbing his sleek rump. she tried to shampoo the front of his legs quickly, but it was difficult with such an imposing erection staring her in the face.
When she finally stood to face him (or rather, his chest) she had to ask: “Who are you?”
THE END