RACHEL & MARCUS 2 by Satan’s Fist

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Writer: Satan’s Fist

Subject: RACHEL & MARCUS 2

Link: LS666 Email / 31.03.2025

Story Codes: Scat, Fist, Satanism

Characters: Rachel (34), Markus (39), Mary – 8 months pregnant (14), Mark (13), twins Sindy & Beth (11)

Synopsis: The family welcomes a new member

Rachel & Marcus 2

Marcus and Rachel, once a seemingly average suburban couple, had embraced a dark and twisted path that led them to the depths of Satanism. Their home, which was once filled with the laughter of innocent children, now reverberated with the unholy chants and depraved moans of their newfound faith each Friday night.

The walls of the once pristine living room were now adorned with the symbols of their dark lord, and the scent of incense mixed with the aroma of bodily fluids filled the air, a constant reminder of their devotion to the Prince of Darkness. As the twilight of another Friday descended upon the house of unholy delights, Marcus and Rachel eagerly prepared for their weekly ritual.

The children, now fully indoctrinated into the obscene rites of their parents’ religion, assisted in setting up the altar, each one playing a role that grew more perverse with every passing week. The anticipation of the evening’s debauchery was palpable, a twisted excitement that had become as much a part of their lives as the very breath they drew.

Marcus, his eyes gleaming with lustful anticipation, approached the heavily pregnant Mary, running his hands over her swollen belly, whispering dark incantations to the unborn child that grew within her, a living testament to their blasphemous union with Satan. Rachel, adorned in a crimson robe that barely contained her twisted desires, began to lead the twins, Sindy and Beth, into a frenzied dance around the makeshift altar, their youthful laughter mingling with the low, guttural chanting that filled the room.

Meanwhile, Mark, the eldest son, watched with a mix of curiosity and excitement as the adults around him engaged in acts that would make even the most jaded soul cringe. The night grew darker, and the house grew louder, as the family of worshippers descended into an orgy of scat and fisting, each grunt and scream a symphony of pleasure dedicated to their master below.

The door to the basement swung open with a creak that seemed to echo the very essence of their depravity. Marcus, Rachel, and the children had transformed the once innocent space into a dungeon of sin, where the sacredness of the human body was desecrated in the most profane ways imaginable.

The room was dimly lit by flickering candles, casting eerie shadows across the walls adorned with satanic graffiti and the remnants of past rituals. The altar, a twisted amalgamation of steel and leather, beckoned them closer, its cold embrace promising a night of carnality that would surpass all others. Upon it lay an assortment of vile instruments, each one designed to bring the participants closer to the abyss of ecstasy that awaited them.

Rachel’s eyes gleamed with excitement as she surveyed the scene, her mind racing with thoughts of the unspeakable acts she would soon perform upon the trembling forms of her offspring. The air grew thick with anticipation as each member of the family took their place, ready to offer themselves to the dark gods of lust and pain that had come to dominate their lives.

The ritual was about to begin, and with it, a descent into a world where the boundaries of morality were shattered, and the only law was the will of the one they called Satan. The ritual commenced with Rachel standing at the head of the altar, her eyes closed in silent prayer as she invoked the name of Satan, her body trembling with the power that flowed through her.

The twins, Sindy and Beth, lay bound to the cold steel, their young faces a mix of fear and excitement as they awaited the initiation that would seal their fate as servants of the dark lord. Mark, though only a year younger than his sisters, watched with a sense of responsibility, knowing that his role in this twisted ceremony was to both participate and protect.

Meanwhile, the heavily pregnant Mary, her belly swollen and stretched to near bursting, knelt before her mother, her gaze fixed on the floor as she felt the unborn child within her stir in response to the malevolent energy that filled the room. The chant grew louder, the candles flickering with the intensity of their voices, as Marcus took up the sacred tools of their blasphemous worship.

He approached Rachel, who opened her eyes to reveal a fiery passion that mirrored his own, and together they descended upon the bound twins, their hands and mouths beginning the ritualistic defilement that would bring them all closer to the dark deity they so fervently adored. The night grew wild as the family members paired off, each indulging in the most depraved desires of their hearts, the sounds of their flesh colliding and their screams of pleasure echoing through the damp, musty air of the basement, a symphony of sin that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house.

The walls of the room grew wet with sweat and other, more vile fluids, as the once-innocent siblings were introduced to the ultimate form of worship in the name of Satan, their bodies contorted in positions that spoke of both pain and ecstasy. Marcus, feeling the power of Satan surge through his veins, turned to the youngest of his daughters, Sindy, her eyes wide with a mix of terror and fascination.

He approached her with a leather-covered dildo in hand, its surface studded with sharp metal spikes, a tool of both pleasure and pain that had been blessed by their unholy master. Rachel, her desires reaching a fever pitch, began to instruct her children, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to come from the very bowels of hell itself.

“Feel the embrace of your lord,” she purred, as Marcus pressed the spiked toy against Sindy’s delicate flesh.

Mark, his curiosity piqued, watched intently as his sister’s body quivered in response to the invasive object, unsure if she felt fear or something else entirely. The twins, bound and vulnerable, exchanged a knowing glance, their innocence long lost to the corrupting influence of their parents’ twisted beliefs. Rachel, noticing their exchange, stepped forward and claimed Mark for her own, guiding his hand to the dildo still buried in Sindy’s trembling body.

“You must learn to share in the offerings,” she murmured, her breath hot against his ear.

The room grew hotter, the air thick with the stench of excrement and sweat, as the family succumbed to the primal instincts that their faith had unleashed within them. The ritual continued, each participant pushing their boundaries of depravity, their cries of agony and ecstasy blending into a cacophony that seemed to resonate with the very core of the earth itself, a chilling reminder that they had truly become one with the darkness that had claimed them.

The ritual reached its crescendo as Rachel and Marcus switched places, Rachel now standing before Mark, her hand guiding the spiked dildo in and out of Sindy with a rhythm that matched the thundering heartbeat of the room. Marcus knelt beside Mary, whose pregnant form was now splayed across the altar, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she felt the contractions of her impending labor begin to take hold. Rachel’s eyes met her husband’s, a silent understanding passing between them as they both knew the ultimate sacrifice they were about to make to their dark lord. Rachel whispered into Mark’s ear.

“Your sister carries a gift from Satan, and tonight, she will give birth to a new servant of the abyss.”

The chant grew more intense, the candles casting frenzied shadows across the writhing bodies as Marcus positioned himself between Mary’s legs, his excitement palpable as he awaited the unholy birth. Rachel leaned over Sindy, her teeth bared in a twisted smile, whispering dark incantations that seemed to coax the child within to hurry forth. The twins, their bodies slick with the fluids of their mother and sister, watched with a mix of awe and horror as the moment approached.

The room trembled with the power of their dark worship, the very air crackling with the electricity of the imminent arrival. The cries grew louder, the candles flickered and danced, and the stench of sex and excrement filled the room, a heady bouquet that seemed to fuel the ravenous hunger of the unseen forces they had summoned.

The family, lost in the throes of their depravity, were about to bear witness to a new chapter in their descent into the abyss, a moment that would forever change the course of their lives and seal their fate as the devoted servants of the prince of darkness. The air grew thick with the scent of brimstone as Rachel and Marcus positioned themselves over the trembling form of their precious daughter, Sindy. Rachel, her eyes glazed over with a mix of pleasure and madness, bent over the altar, her swollen labia parting as she offered herself to the twins.

Sindy and Beth, their curiosity and fear giving way to a strange excitement, pushed their hands into Rachel’s waiting orifices, their young fingers probing the depths of their mother’s body with surprising ease. Marcus, his arousal reaching a fever pitch, took a step back, his gaze locked onto the twins’ faces as they explored their mother’s flesh with newfound enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, Mary’s cries grew more urgent, the contractions coming faster now, her bulging stomach a testament to the unholy life that grew within her. Rachel’s voice rose in a keening wail, her body convulsing around the twins’ fists as she reached the pinnacle of her pleasure, the very essence of her soul seemingly torn apart and offered up to Satan in a moment of pure, carnally-driven ecstasy.

Marcus stepped forward, his own hands reaching for Mark’s, guiding the boy’s arms into the warm, wet embrace of his mother’s body. The twins’ fists pumped in and out of Rachel, their movements growing more frenzied as they felt the power of their mother’s orgasm. The room spun with the force of their worship, the very fabric of reality seeming to stretch and tear around them as the family of Satanists pushed themselves to the very limits of human depravity.

The candles guttered and went out, plunging the room into darkness, the only light now coming from the fiery eyes of the participants as they awaited the birth of the newest member of their twisted coven. The room plunged into darkness, the only light coming from the flickering embers of the extinguished candles, casting an eerie glow upon the altar. Rachel, her breath ragged and her eyes gleaming with a maddening lust pulled herself from the twins’ grasp and positioned her soiled body onto the altar.

She spread her legs wide, the gaping maw of her vagina seemingly hungry for the unholy union it was about to experience. Marcus, his excitement uncontainable, stepped back, his gaze never leaving Rachel as he instructed Mark and the twins to prepare for what was to come. Rachel leaned over Mary, her swollen belly pressing against her pregnant daughter’s, and positioned herself so that her ravaged sex was poised directly above the crowning head of the newborn.

The twins, Sindy and Beth, watched with a mix of horror and fascination as Rachel whispered dark incantations. The room grew silent, the only sound the ragged breaths of the participants and the wet squelching of Rachel’s readied orifice as she eagerly awaited the moment when she would receive the new life born of this blasphemous union.

The air grew heavy with anticipation, the very essence of evil coiling around them like a serpent, ready to claim the soul of the newest addition to their twisted family. With trembling hands, Rachel positioned herself over her daughter Mary’s distended vagina, the crown of the unborn child’s head pushing insistently against the stretched skin. Rachel’s eyes gleamed with a feral hunger, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she leaned forward, her own bloodied and bruised orifice poised to accept the new life that was about to emerge.

The room was silent but for the wet, sucking sounds of anticipation that filled the air. As the baby’s head began to emerge, Rachel lowered herself, pressing her gaping cunt against the slick, crowning flesh, ready to take the newborn directly into her disease-ridden embrace. The twins, Sindy and Beth, watched with a mix of horror and fascination as their mother’s body seemed to quiver with a perverse excitement, their eyes never leaving the grotesque spectacle unfolding before them.

Mark, his curiosity now overshadowed by a burgeoning sense of revulsion, could only stare as Rachel’s vile intentions became clear. The moment the baby’s head was free, Rachel’s body convulsed, her cunt enveloping the newborn in a single, wet embrace. The room erupted in a cacophony of cheers and dark laughter, the family’s depravity reaching new heights as they celebrated the birth of their newest member, born into a world of unspeakable debauchery and worship of the dark lord Satan.

Marcus, his excitement reaching a feverish crescendo, took hold of Rachel’s trembling body, his gaze never leaving the sight of the newborn’s body trapped within her vagina. The twins, Sindy and Beth, watched with a mix of horror and fascination as their mother’s body convulsed around the new life. Rachel’s orgasmic screams filled the room as Marcus instructed the twins to prepare themselves for what was to come. He gestured to Mark, his voice thick with lust.

“It’s time for you to join your sisters in the ultimate act of devotion.”

The three children, their innocence long lost to the corruption of their parent’s twisted faith, approached the altar with a sense of dreadful obedience. Rachel, her eyes rolled back in a delirious haze of pleasure, bent her head down to meet Mary’s trembling gaze.

“Give me your gift,” Rachel rasped, her voice a guttural command that seemed to resonate from the very depths of hell, “Shit for your mother,” she ordered, her tongue flicking out to taste the fear and revulsion on her daughter’s lips.

Marcus, his member engorged with anticipation, positioned himself at the foot of the altar, his anus already lubricated and waiting for the next phase of the unholy ritual. The twins, their tiny hands shaking, began to probe their father’s anus, their fingers slipping easily into the gaping hole as Rachel’s contractions grew stronger. The room echoed with the sickening sounds of Rachel’s body preparing to expel the newborn, as Marcus eagerly awaited his turn to be the conduit for the child’s unclean birth.

The air grew thick with the stench of the unholy union, the very essence of their depravity coalescing around them like a noxious fog. The twins watched, their expressions a mix of shock and horror, as the cycle of their perverse worship continued, each act more obscene and profane than the last. The house of Marcus and Rachel had truly become a sanctuary of darkness, a bastion of sin that would echo the name of Satan for generations to come.

The room was a whirlwind of chaos and depravity as Rachel, driven by an unholy hunger, buried her face in Mary’s shit-smeared crotch, her tongue lapping greedily at the foul offering. With one hand, she shoved her fist into Mary’s cunt, feeling the unborn child’s movements through the stretched, filthy flesh. With the other, Rachel’s knuckles turned white as they disappeared into her daughter’s asshole.

The twins, Sindy and Beth, watched with a mix of horror and fascination as their mother’s obscene feast continued. Marcus, his eyes gleaming with a twisted excitement, positioned himself behind Rachel, his lubricated anus poised and ready to accept the new life that was about to be born. The twins, their innocence forever lost, tentatively reached out, their tiny hands guiding the squalling newborn into their father’s awaiting depths.

The sound of wet flesh parting and the guttural moans of Rachel’s orgasm filled the room as Marcus felt the head of the infant breach the ring of his anus, the warmth of new life sliding into his bowels. Rachel’s body convulsed around the twins’ hands, her climax building in intensity as she pushed and pulled, forcing the baby deeper into the abyss of her husband’s guts. The twins, their faces a mask of shock and disgust, continued their task, their eyes never leaving the grotesque sight before them.

The air grew thick with the stench of excrement and sex, the very walls of the house seeming to pulsate with the dark energy that surrounded them. The unholy birth was complete, the newest member of their family a silent testament to their unwavering dedication to the Prince of Darkness, born into a world of unspeakable perversion and worship.

The room fell silent, the only sound the muffled cries of the infant, trapped within the foul embrace of its father’s rectum. Rachel pulled away, her face a macabre picture of rapture, her mouth and chin smeared with the evidence of her blasphemous communion. The ritual had reached its zenith, the bond between the family and their dark lord now stronger than ever, a pact sealed in blood, shit, and the innocence of their flesh and blood.

Marcus, his body quivering with the power of the dark ritual, lay back on the bed, his anus gaping and smeared with the filth of his own making. Rachel, her eyes alight with a hunger that no mortal could ever comprehend, turned to Mark and instructed him with a voice that seemed to echo from the very depths of hell itself.

“You must impregnate me now, my son, before the child is born from the shadows of our lord.”

Mark, his arousal mixed with a twisted sense of duty, positioned himself between Rachel’s spread legs, his cock hard with the knowledge of what was to come. Rachel’s hand guided him into her, her cunt a slick and foul cavern that eagerly swallowed his young member.

Meanwhile, Mary, her pregnancy a symbol of her mother’s depravity, bent over her father’s hips, her mouth open and waiting. Marcus’s cock, still smeared with Rachel’s shit, slid into her mouth, the taste of her mother’s bowels mingling with her fear and revulsion.

The twins, Sindy and Beth, watched the scene unfold before them, their tiny bodies trembling with excitement. They took their places, one over Marcus’s face, the other over Rachel’s, and with a synchronized movement, they shat into the gaping mouths of their parents, their eyes sparkling with the joy of their unholy offering. Marcus and Rachel, their mouths filled with the warm, foul embrace of their children’s feces, kissed each other deeply, a sloppy, scat-filled kiss that seemed to seal their eternal bond to the darkness.

The room was a tableau of debauchery, a scene that would make even the most jaded soul weep at the sight of such depravity. Yet, within this house of horrors, the family felt only a profound sense of belonging, a unity that transcended the bonds of morality and love, a bond forged in the fires of hell and sealed with the foul fluids of their bodies. The night grew darker still, the air thick with the stench of their worship, as they awaited the birth of the newest member of their twisted coven, born of scat and the unholy union of parent and child.

THE END OF CHAPTER TWO