SATAN’S HANDMAIDEN: SACRIFIED

SATAN’S HANDMAIDEN: SACRIFICED

“Lu-ci-fer. Lu-ci-fer.” The girls kept on chanting. “Lu-ci-fer. Lu-cifer.”

The pentagram in the middle of the clearing glowed softly but the glow was getting brighter and the chants were getting louder.

“Lu-ci-fer. Lu-cifer. Lu-ci-fer.”

The pentagram glowed even brighter and the chants got even louder.

“Lu-ci-fer. Lu-ci-fer. Lu-ci-fer.”

No one really saw it happen. One moment the clearing was bare except for the girls and the pentagram and the next moment, there was one more individual there, a man dressed rather well in a black business suit, standing at the center of the pentagram and looking at the girls gathered round him.

He looked at them with disdain. As if the pathetic mewings of some rather pathetic girls could call him. Hah! He’d come because he’d wanted to and he’d come for one reason more. He knew, in time, he would have them all, pathetic creatures though they were, and when he did, they would find out just how great he really was.

A young woman, she couldn’t have been more than nineteen the man thought, the girl stepped forward and she knelt before him. “My lord,” she said, “we have summoned you here this evening.”

The man fought back the urge to yawn. That they had summoned him was rather obvious. That he had come, well, that had been up to him. Still, one must adhere to the old forms even if they were only that. “I acknowledge that you have summoned me,” the man said. All very formal and all very noncommittal.

“My lord,” the girl said. “We have a favor to ask.”

“Ask your favor if you will,” the man said, “but know this. A favor from me nearly always comes with a very large price.”

“We understand, my lord.”

“Then ask your favor, if you dare.”

The girl hesitated for only a moment and then she went on. “It’s about our coach,” she said. “She’s so strict. Something has to be done about her. We want her out of the way.”

The man looked at the girls gathered round him. Twelve horny, little cheerleaders, and all they wanted was to go out and fuck without their coach giving them a hard time. He was sure he could handle that. Already, he was thinking of some particularly bad things which might happen to hapless coach. Yes indeed, he was going to have fun with this, but before he did the job, he was going to need to be paid first.

“I can do what you want,” he told the women, “but if I do, you must give me something in return.”

“We will give you what you want, my master,” every girl answered in unison.

The man smiled. He liked it when a girl knew her place, and then he went down the line asking each girl in turn, “Do you give me your soul, now and forever, willingly and of your own accord.”

Each time, the answer was the same. “I do, Master. I give you my soul.”

The man came to the last girl and she answered like all the rest. Excellent, the man thought. Twelve souls all committed to him. Twelve souls all ready to defile, debauch and destroy, all at his bidding. Already, it had been a good night, but–

“I believe you have something more for me.”

“We do, master.” The line of girls parted down the middle to reveal one more girl lying on the floor of the clearing.

Ah, twelve plus one, the man thought. A very good number.

“We have this for you,” the girl continued. “She is yours to do with as you see fit.”

“She came willingly?”

“She thought we were going to a party,” the spokesman said with a smirk, “right up until we knocked her out.”

“And she’s still a virgin?”

Again, the leader smirked. “Little Miss Goody Two Shoes here. She wouldn’t know what to do with a cock even if you stuck it in her face.”

“That’s not what I asked. I asked if she was a virgin.”

“Yes, master, she is.”

“But you don’t know, do you. None of you do.”

The girl shook her head as did all the others.

“I thought not. Little sluts like you. Thinking isn’t your strong suit, is it, so I suppose we must make the punishment fit the crime.” Each girl just stood there as her IQ was instantly chopped in half and her sex drive was instantly tripled. “I accept your gift,” he said. “Now go forth and be the seductresses you were born to be,” he told them. “Find a man who shouldn’t have sex with you and bend him to your will and when all of you have done that, I will give you what you asked for.”

The girls turned and left. They wouldn’t stay like they were forever. Just long enough to complete their task, and then by the next day, they’d be back to their old selves but with full memories of what they had done. The man smiled to himself. He loved to humiliate.

The man waved a hand in front of the sleeping girl’s face. “Awake,” he commanded and she did.

“Stand,” was his next order and again, the girl did as she was told. Her unseeing eyes stared straight ahead.

She had long brown hair and she wore glasses. The man removed the glasses. Her eyes were deep and brown. He decided she wouldn’t be needing glasses anymore.

The man continued to survey the girl’s body. Nice tits. Cute ass. Oh yeah, he was going to enjoy that, and besides, unlike the little sluts who he’d sent on their way, he actually did know. The girl really was a virgin. It was what had drawn him to the clearing. It was what made him come. He got a lot of girls but he didn’t get many virgins.

The man knew what to do with this girl. He stroked a finger over her forehead. “Tell me you want to get fucked.”

“I want to get fucked,” the girl said matter of factly.

The man frowned and then he stroked her forehead with his finger again. “Say it again,” he told her. “Say it like you mean it.”

Once again, the girl repeated the phrase but this time, he could hear the desire in her voice.

That was better, the man thought, but not quite good enough. Once again, he stroked his finger over the girl’s forehead. “I want you to say it again,” he said, “but this time, I don’t want you to say it like you mean it. I want you to say it and I want you to mean it.”

“I want to get fucked,” the girl said again and the man smiled. This time, he knew, this time, she really meant it.

“Say it again,” the man commanded.

“I want to get fucked.”

The man stroked a finger over the girl’s forehead. “Rub your hands over the outside of my pants. Can you feel my cock?”

The girl’s hand stroked the front of the man’s slacks. “Yes,” she said, “I can feel it.”

“Tell me what you want again.”

“I want to get fucked.”

“That’s a good girl,” the man said. “You may reach inside my pants and you may feel my cock.”

There was never any question as to whether the girl might not want to reach in the man’s pants. It was just assumed that she would and the assumption proved true because moments later, she had her hand pushed down inside the man’s slacks and wrapped around his cock.

“Are you a good girl?”

“I try to be.”

“And what do you want?”

“I want to get fucked.”

“Is that what a good girl would want?”

“I don’t know,” the girl replied, “but it’s what I want. I want to get fucked.”

“All right then, you may remove my cock from my pants.”

There was never any question as to whether the girl wanted to remove his cock from his pants. It was just assumed and when moments later, she was pulling his cock free, that assumption proved correct.

Her hand squeezed that cock as she looked up at the man. “Tell me what you want again.”

“I want to get fucked.”

“That’s a good girl,” the man told her even as he stroked his finger over her forehead again, “but if that’s what you want, then I think you’re overdressed. I think you need to get undressed.”

As the other girls had said, this one was dressed for a party. She had on a stylish skirt and a nice top. They looked good on her but suddenly the girl looked down at herself as if she couldn’t wait to get out of these repugnant clothes.

She was still holding onto the cock even as her other hand struggled with the catches on her skirt. She finally managed to get the skirt open and then moments later, she was shimmying her hips as she let the skirt fall to the ground.

Getting the top off was going to be more difficult. She still seemed to have a need to hold on to that cock but at the same time, she wasn’t going to be able to get the top off if she didn’t let go but she managed it anyway. It merely required grabbing the man’s dick with her other hand before she let go with the first one and then it worked just fine.

And then she was down to just her panties and just from the way she was reacting, it was plain to see that she couldn’t get out of those fast enough.

“Tell me what you want again,” the man said.

“I want to get fucked.”

The man grinned. “Well, if you want to get fucked, then I’m just the man to do it. He pointed at the pentagram in the middle of the clearing. Lay your ass down there,” he told her.

The girl was in no condition to resist such an order so soon she was lying where he’d told her even as she looked up at him.

“Play with your tits,” the man said and the girl did it, squeezing her firm young breasts even as she watched the man remove his clothes. The jacket and pants were gone first and then it was the tie the man was wearing that went next. His shirt was red and it went next and then he was standing there in just his boxers and moments later, he wasn’t even wearing those.

“Tell me what you want again.”

“I want to get fucked.”

The man stroked his cock as he looked down at the girl. “Well if you want to get fucked, then you’re going to need to spread your legs for me.”

The girl immediately spread her legs even as her hands continued to play with her tits.

“Lift your legs up,” the man ordered. “I really want to see you expose your pussy to me.”

Again, the girl complied without hesitation. Her pussy was right there, waiting to be fucked.

The man knelt even as he slid between the girl’s legs and then he was pressing the head of his cock up against her tight, little hole. “What do you want,” he asked again.

“I want to get fucked.”

The man grinned even as he put more pressure behind his cock. The girl’s pussy resisted and the girl moaned even as she continued to work her hands over her tits. “What do you want,” the man asked.

“I want to get fucked,” and then the girl gasped as the man pushed even more of himself inside her. She looked about frantically momentarily and then she moaned again. “Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”

The man still hadn’t taken her virginity, at least not quite yet, but he was close. He shoved a little more of his cock in the teen’s cunt and the girl moaned again. “What do you want,” he asked again.

The girl looked the man right in the eye and then she groaned. “I want to get fucked,” she moaned. “I want to get fucked.”

And that was when the man jammed his cock in that tight, little cunt. The girl cried out as that cock tore into her and then she gasped. She could feel that cock pushing so deep inside her.

The man pulled his cock back only to thrust it forward again and again, the girl moaned. “Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

That was exactly what the man was doing. His cock was methodical as it went after that tight, little cunt and all the while, the girl kept right on moaning.

“That’s right,” the man told her. “You like this. You like this cock.”

The girl moaned but she didn’t say anything.

The man rammed his cock in that tight, little cunt and the girl moaned. Damn, he liked that tight, little cunt. He rammed his cock into her cunt. Damn, he liked that.

He looked at the girl writhing in pleasure beneath him. “You belong to me now,” he told her.

The girl whimpered in response but the man didn’t care. He just stuck her with his cock yet again.

The man groaned. He could feel the cum welling up in his balls. The man groaned. It had been so long since he’d had a tight, little virgin.

The man groaned again. He was going to cum. He was going to cum so hard. “You cum when I do,” he told the girl. “You cum when I do.”

The girl didn’t say anything. She just looked at the man and nodded.

The cock in her pussy stroked her once, then once more and then once more again and then it stayed where it was, buried between her legs as the jizz started to flow.

The girl felt it and at the same time, her tight, little pussy became even tighter as it clamped down on the cock inside her. The girl moaned and then she moaned again. She was cumming. She was cumming so fucking hard.

She stayed where she was, her pussy still incredibly tight, and then finally, gradually, her pussy began to relinquish its hold on the cock inside her.

The man just shook his head. He’d fucked a lot of pussies in his time, but this one, damn, this was one of the best. Most of the time when he fucked a pussy, he let her go when he was done with her, but this one, this one was too good to let go. He was going to keep her. He was going to keep her for a good long time.