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Feature Writer: Satan’s Fist
Feature Title: Race With The Devil 3
Published: 01.11.2024
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Satanism, Devil Worship
Synopsis: In which Warren and Peter join the coven, and Andrew gets his conversion.
Race With The Devil 3
The sun rose on Saturday, casting golden hues over the sprawling ranch where Andrew’s family had gathered. Excitement and anticipation filled the air as they awaited their special guests, Warren and Peter, who were to be initiated into the coven during a black mass.
Andrew, the patriarch of the family, addressed his grandchildren and explained that Warren and Peter had been chosen by Beelzebub, the Demon Lord of filth and pestilence, also known as the Lord of the Flies. He commanded Charlie, the youngest of his grandchildren, to accept Beelzebub’s mark on behalf of the family. Charlie’s eyes widened with eager curiosity as he accepted his grandfather’s wishes.
But just what would this ceremony entail? Charlie wondered. Andrew reassured him not to worry, for all would be revealed in due time.
As preparations for the ritual began, Andrew turned to Charlie and asked when was the last time he had used the toilet. With a sheepish grin, Charlie admitted it had been two days ago. A ripple of laughter went through the group as Andrew nodded approvingly.
“Good,” he said, “That will be important for receiving Beelzebub’s gift and holding it until Warren and Peter are ready for you.”
As the fiery sun sank below the horizon, Warren and Peter arrived at the pre-black mass feast with Andrew’s incestuous clan of Satan worshippers. The air was thick with the scent of cooked flesh and the sound of sinister laughter echoed through the halls.
Around a grand, blood-stained table sat the members of Andrew’s family, all eagerly awaiting the main course — one of Sally’s tender legs, freshly sacrificed to their dark lord just a week prior. The sight of their kin being served as nourishment filled them with perverse delight, and there seemed to be no limits to their twisted desires. For Warren and Peter, this was a place where they finally felt like they belonged, amidst a family bound by their devotion to evil for the rest of their days.
As the preliminary parts of the ritual concluded, every member of the group shed their robes and stood naked, swaying in the flickering light of the fire. Andrew, their leader, beckoned Warren, Peter, and Charlie to step forward in front of the altar. In a deep, commanding voice he spoke.
“Andrew and Peter have been sent to us by Satan himself, to bring our entire family closer to him. They bring us the gift of pestilence, Beelzebub’s curse of disease, to make us whole. By infecting the youngest among us, they will spread it to all of us.”
Charlie looked at the gaunt, emaciated figures standing naked with him before the dark altar. He could see their sunken features, protruding bones, and KS lesions — signs of the terminal stages of AIDS. His grandfather decreed that he be infected with this death sentence, and his parents had eagerly agreed. As he stood there, surrounded by members of his own family willing to sacrifice him for their twisted beliefs, Charlie couldn’t help but feel a sense of terror and betrayal creeping over him.
Charlie knew there was no escaping his fate. His mind raced with thoughts of revenge as he watched his family eagerly accept the disease that he would soon spread to them. Andrew and Agatha, Charlie’s grandmother, helped him onto the bloodstained altar in the dimly lit room. The pungent smell of death and decay filled his nostrils, making him feel nauseous.
Agatha leaned in close to Charlie’s ear, her voice trembling with excitement.
“Promise me, my beloved grandchild,” she whispered, “That you will infect me first with this deadly disease.”
She then kissed him hard on the lips, biting down until blood trickled from his mouth.
At the same time, Andrew grabbed one of Charlie’s ankles while Agatha took hold of the other, pulling his legs apart and exposing his juvenile nether regions to their diseased clutches. Charlie could feel their hungry gazes upon him as they prepared to sentence him to a slow and painful death.
With a sacrificial dagger in hand, Andrew scraped the tip of the blade around Charlie’s anus while chanting incantations to Beelzebub. The air was thick with the pungent scent of burning incense and the eerie echoes of his voice. His goal was to make sure the virus would take hold quickly and intensely but without causing any physical harm. The blade glinted in the dim light as it opened a path into Charlie’s bloodstream, paving the way for the toxic seed that Warren and Peter were about to gift him.
Charlie’s grandparents were the first to descend upon him, their wrinkled hands rough against his skin as they prepared him for his impending death fuck.
Agatha mounted his immature face with an eagerness that only an extreme masochist could possess. She grasped his ankles tightly and pulled them back, exposing his vulnerable body for the upcoming assault. With a maniacal gleam in her eye, she urged Charlie to use both hands to tear open her perineum once again, craving the pain and pleasure it brought her. And without hesitation, Charlie responded with a moan of excitement, eagerly complying with his grandmother’s request.
Charlie could only moan in response, his body already trembling with anticipation.
“Fuck yes, granny,” he gasped.
Meanwhile, Andrew took his place between his grandson’s legs, handing him a plastic tube for breathing before thrusting his large cock into the teenager’s uninfected asshole one last time.
Agatha’s howls of agony mixed with pleasure filled the room as she reached her orgasm. All the while, Charlie inserted not just one, but eight fingers into both of her holes and pulled with all his might. He could feel his grandfather’s heavy balls slapping against his bare buttocks as he continued to ravage Agatha.
Suddenly, with a violent tear, her perineum tore open, spraying Charlie’s face with a mixture of blood and feces. But instead of being repulsed, Charlie eagerly opened his mouth and swallowed the gruesome offering before rubbing his entire face into Agatha’s gaping wound.
Meanwhile, Andrew thrust into Charlie’s young teenage body with a feverish pace as Warren and Peter took their places on either side of him. They used their hands to get each other hard, eager to join in on the twisted act of infecting the youngest grandson.
The rest of the family formed a circle around the altar, with Charlie’s parents positioned on either side of his head so they could whisper satanic encouragement to him. His uncle, aunt, and cousins completed the circle, masturbating each other and his parents while chanting praises to Beelzebub. The air was thick with the smell of sex and sulfur as the family gave themselves over completely to their dark desires.
Andrew’s thrusts were forceful and relentless as he drove his cock in and out of his grandson’s hole. With each stroke, the build-up of feces from the past two days coated his member, leaving a trail of filth behind. Peter and Warren watched with wide eyes, quickly getting to their knees to lean in and clean off Andrew’s cock as it continued to thrust in and out of his grandson.
Meanwhile, Charlie’s grandmother rode her wounded orifice over her grandson’s face, completely enveloping it with every movement. His chin to his forehead was completely swallowed by what could only be described as a cloaca — a grotesque fusion of both vaginal and anal openings. But Charlie was grateful that his grandfather had the foresight to insert a breathing tube for him, complete with nostril plugs so he could continue using his tongue on Agatha without having to gasp for air. The scent of sweat, sex, and excrement hung heavy in the air as the twisted family engaged in their taboo acts.
Beth and Bob leaned in close, their breath hot against Charlie’s ears as they whispered words of encouragement. The intensity of their desire was palpable, knowing that their father was violating their son in preparation for two men with AIDS to have sex with his young body — an act that would inevitably shorten his lifespan.
But to them, it was a sacrifice worth making for the glory of Satan. Charlie’s mother, Beth, beamed with pride at her son’s submission to the dark lord, while his father promised to join him soon when Charlie became the “bug-daddy” of their twisted family. As Agatha rode her grandson’s face violently, pushing more and more of him inside her body, she smeared blood and feces all over his head. Beth and Bob eagerly licked up what they could, relishing in the filth and depravity of it all.
As the depraved orgy around the altar raged on, Andrew pulled his soiled cock out of Charlie’s violated anus with a wet squelch. He stepped back, allowing Warren and Peter to take his place. The air was thick with the stench of sweat, sex, and feces as the family members engaged in their shameless and incestuous acts.
Andrew joined in with his other children and grandchildren, eagerly participating in their debauchery. With mouths and fingers, they diligently worked to clean their cousin’s waste from his member. The sight of the family kneeling between Andrew’s thighs, their faces smeared with filth and pleasure, was both repulsive and oddly alluring.
Meanwhile, the insertion of four fingers each into Charlie’s stretched sphincter kept his blood flowing and screams muffled as he buried his face into Agatha’s arse-cunt. The sounds of moans, grunts, and slurping filled the air as the family indulged in their twisted desires.
Warren and Peter stood with anticipation, taking their place between Charlie’s outstretched legs. In unison, they reached for a single blade, the metallic glint of it catching the dim light in the room. With practiced precision, they ran the sharp edge down the length of their throbbing cocks, drawing out drops of toxic blood.
Agatha whispered something to Bob, who then shifted his position to stand directly behind her. Beth placed her hands behind Charlie’s head, offering support. As Warren thrust his bloody cock into Charlie’s pure body, Beth lifted and steadied her son’s head. With a mighty push and a bloodcurdling scream, Agatha enveloped the entire head into her own body. The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the metallic scent of blood as this dark ritual unfolded before them.
Moans of pleasure and pain fill the room as Warren’s throbbing cock finally penetrates Charlie’s tight virgin asshole, causing him to gasp loudly against Agatha’s twat. Peter follows soon after, his long member sliding slowly yet steadily into the boy’s passage, eliciting more gasps and whimpers from him. The feel of their hardness stretching and filling him up is both exhilarating and terrifying for Charlie, but he continues to endure it all for the glory of their dark lord. His eyes are closed tightly, his face buried deep between his grandmother’s legs as he tastes the tangy mixture of sweat, blood, and excrement that coats her inner thighs.
Andrew stands beside the altar watching approvingly as his son takes on two men at once while still managing to milk sweet releases from Colin who lies beneath him, eyes glazed over in ecstasy. Brian joins in on the fun too, taking turns with their father ravaging Cass’ mouth and pussy before pushing inside her tightness. The room vibrates with lustful moans and grunts echoing off the walls amidst the clanking of chains against flesh and metal restraints.
Agatha rides out her orgasm on top of Charlie’s face until she finally collapses onto him breathlessly.
The air is thick with a tangy, metallic aroma as the ritual of perversion and debauchery reaches its peak. Charlie’s body arches violently under the relentless thrusts of Warren and Peter, his vocal cords straining to keep up with the intense sensations coursing through him. Blood drips from his anus onto the cold altar beneath him, mixing with the thick layer of fluids coating its surface. Each groan that escapes his lips is muffled by Agatha’s plump ass, their combined moisture creating a slick soundtrack for the orgy.
Beverley guides Brian’s hands to her waist, encouraging him to push deeper into her daughter’s exposed mouth as he pistons his hips violently against her. She watches in twisted delight as Colin struggles to keep up with Brian’s powerful strokes, feeling the familiar sting of his cum filling her already full womb. Cass’ high-pitched cries echo off the walls, matching the harsh grunts that escape Brian’s throat.
Andrew stands at the head of the altar, eyes closed in blissful ecstasy as he guides Colin’s hand to his member, fingers curled tightly around it. He gasps out words of encouragement between deep breaths, urging him to take every last drop of filth offered by his twisted family. His cock throbs angrily in anticipation of his release.
As the sun rose over the ritual site, its golden rays illuminated the twisted aftermath of the previous night’s Satanic gathering. The coven slowly made their way back to the ranch, their bodies still bearing the marks of their twisted deeds. Agatha, with her crotch, stapled back together, stumbled along in a daze as Beth gently bathed her son, tending to him with care as any loving parent would do.
Two weeks passed and Andrew suddenly fell ill, his body wracked with the worst flu he had ever experienced. A hush fell over the ranch as everyone held their breath, secretly hoping that their youngest member would succumb to the illness. And when it was revealed that Andrew was now HIV positive, a twisted sense of joy and celebration filled the air. As they gathered around a cake to mark this momentous occasion, the coven revelled in their wickedness and darkness.
THE END OF CHAPTER THREE
That is one Satanic family