THE DEVIL IN MS JONES by Amandablonde

Feature Writer: Amandablonde

Feature Title: THE DEVIL IN MS JONES

Copyright: This story is copyright Amanda 2003 © please do not reproduce this work without my prior approval as it is close to my heart /

Author’s Notes: This story contains sexual situations that should not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do so or who would be offended if they did.

The Devil in Ms Jones

Samantha Jones was a prudent and conservative woman. An only child, she had grown up living a sheltered life. She had never had a long term boyfriend, in fact she was afraid of relationships. Unmarried, in her forties, she lived alone since her parents moved to a retirement home in Florida. She had few vices; the occasional glass of wine and an occasional lottery ticket. Her nights were spent in her kitchen or in front of the TV. She had a responsible job as head librarian at the city library in Springfield, and put most of her energies into that. Samantha was not an ugly woman, but neither was she sexy.

She would have been appalled at the thought of trying to look sexy. Her dress was always well below her knees and she wore a cardigan over her plain white shirt. Her hair was always tied back into a bun. She wore sensible shoes. In her dealings with the public she was formal, and distant. Her dealings with her staff at the library were the same. She had no close friends, other than her cat, Inky, who sometimes accompanied her to the library. Life held no surprises for Samantha, or so it seemed.

There were no surprises until the day she spied that book on the shelves of the library. Right up the back on the top shelf. It was old and dusty and had not been catalogued. It was out of place. That annoyed Samantha. She took it down to take a closer look at it. The book was large and laying on its side on the top shelf. It was also heavy. Samantha had to get a step ladder to fetch it down. She placed it on a table in her office and dusted off the heavy leather binding. The writing on the front was faint but appeared to state: “Bibliographica Satanis”. Samantha carefully began turning the pages. She noted that they were vellum and appeared to be exceedingly old. The text was all in Latin of which Samantha had only a passing knowledge.

The book was divided into chapters and towards the end the dense text became more sparse, as in a list of sayings, or some such thing. Samantha was curious to know more. She called in her staff and asked them what they knew of the book. None had ever seen it before. Samantha thought this strange but had no reason to accuse anyone of lying. Clearly somebody had secreted the book into the library somehow, but how and when it was done was presently a mystery. Samantha could try to figure out the provenance of the book in due course. For the present she set to work with a Latin dictionary to find out what the book was about. Samantha shut the door to her office and told her staff not to disturb her on any account. Samantha had a new project which was an intellectual challenge and she wanted to meet that challenge.

Samantha pored over the book for the next six hours without a break. With the Latin dictionary she gradually made progress in understanding it. It was divided into sections. The first section was, as Samantha had expected, a bibliography of works about hell and Satan. The references were all older than 1500 AD which placed the age of the book around then. Given its age, the book must be quite valuable Samantha thought with interest. The second part of the book was a discussion of the nature and works of Satan and a discussion of what could be expected in hell. It was not an overtly religious discussion but purportedly factual, which was odd, as if the author had actual knowledge of Satan and hell. This was of course nonsense thought Samantha but it was was an interesting insight into the thought of the time.

The third section of the book contained images of hell and of demons. The images, which appeared to have been printed from woodcuts, depicted the fallen being tortured in hell amid fires and also showed demons and humans engaged in depraved sex acts. Samantha skipped over that part, glancing around to make sure that none of her staff had seen the images. Her face was flushed from embarrassment. Samantha moved quickly on to the final section of the book, which appeared to be a list of incantations of some kind, with an explanation of their purpose. Samantha found this interesting from a research standpoint and resolved to take the book home with her and to study it further. In fact, she realized that it was after 5.00 PM and the staff had all left. Samantha carried the heavy book carefully out back to her car and placed it gently in the trunk. She returned with her handbag and the Latin dictionary. She would spend more time on the last section of the book at home with no time pressure and no prying eyes.

At home, after she had fixed herself dinner, Samantha sat down at her kitchen table with the Latin dictionary to try to make sense of the final section of the book. It quickly became apparent to her that these were incantations designed for particular purposes, be they wishes for love, or sex, or power or wealth or anything else that a person might desire. There were incantations to make an enemy sicken and die, and incantations to arouse lust in one who is desired. There were hundreds of incantations and instructions as to how they were to be performed.

Samantha was pleased with herself for figuring out the text and decided to reward herself with a little harmless fun. She chose an incantation to make oneself rich. Following the instructions in the book Samantha sat cross legged on a chair and held a coin in her left hand, high above her head. She recited the words of the incantation six times, her other hand placed on the page of the book. Nothing happened. Samantha chuckled to herself about her foolishness, but then a cheeky thought struck her. The convenience store down the street was still open. She could buy a lottery ticket. There was a major prize draw at 10.00 PM. Why not?

Samantha put in her jacket and hurried down to the store. She bought a ticket for five dollars, a little more than she would usually spend, and returned home. She sat down in front of the TV and waited for the telecast of the live draw. The numbers came up one by one. Samantha checked them off one by one. Her breath caught as the numbers came up, and then she almost swooned. They were all her numbers. She had won the state lottery. Samantha could not believe it. She checked and rechecked the numbers. They were hers all right. Then came the truly shocking news. The smiling host announced that there was only one live ticket for the jackpot of one hundred million dollars. A ticket purchased that very evening, bought by a person with the initials SJ of Springfield.

Samantha was shaking. She did not know what to think. Feeling guilty she closed the book and sat deep in thought. It was pointless going to bed. She would not be able to sleep. Samantha would now be rich beyond her wildest dreams. What would she do with the money? She had no further need to work at the library but what else could she do? Was this new found wealth a blessing or a curse. Should she tell anyone of her good fortune? No! It would attract criminals to her like flies. Samantha would keep this a closely guarded secret and continue as if nothing at all had happened.

When she returned to the library the following day the staff asked Samantha about the book. She told the truth that she had determined that the book was a work of great historical importance and that she had no idea how it had gotten into the library. But Samantha lied when she said that she was going to deposit it with the state archives for further research. Samantha told her staff that she was taking that Friday off to drive to the state capital to deposit the book in the archives. In fact Samantha had set aside Friday to go to the state lotteries office to collect her one hundred million dollars lottery prize. And so she did. Samantha had asked in advance for complete privacy from the lottery office. She wanted no media or any other publicity. The process was surprisingly simple. Samantha had to attend the office in person and to prove her identity. Then she just had to provide her bank account details for the money to be paid to her. Samantha was excited.

She treated herself to a hot chocolate drink at a nearby cafe and began to think about what she would do with the money. She would pay off the mortgage on her home, but that was barely five hundred thousand dollars. She would make a donation to the ASPCA, and she might plan a discreet holiday somewhere. Nothing flash and nothing to attract attention. She would keep working at the library as if nothing had happened. Samantha spent most of the afternoon in the capital and then drove him, stopping to check her account online several times to confirm that the money had in fact been paid. On the fourth time she checked in the driveway of her home, there it was one hundred million dollars. Wow, she thought, just wow!

When Samantha got back inside her home she was surprised to find her cat Inky asleep atop the book. The cat’s soft purring as she slept sounded delightful to Samantha and she was gentle as she removed her pet. Samantha thought that she had closed the book before she had left the house but it was open now, and on a different page than she remembered. The open page set out an incantation to generate sexual release in a frustrated person. Samantha read the instructions several times. She was tired after the drive and had not been sleeping well since the lottery win.

Samantha seldom masturbated but she figured that she had earned this one. It would relax her and help her fall asleep. It had been after all a very big week. Samantha did not regard masturbation as inherently wrong or dirty. As a single person she recognized it as a necessity at times, but she rationed herself to an infrequent indulgence. She translated the instructions for the incantation into English from the Latin in the book, and wrote them down on a piece of paper. Then she took the paper to her bedroom, undressed, showered and got into bed naked. Samantha almost never slept naked, but again, she had decided that tonight could be an exception.

Samantha began to masturbate, rubbing her clitoris with both hands. She tried to focus on a pleasant thought or pastoral scene but nothing seemed to work. Sometimes Samantha was unable to bring herself off and this was one of those nights. She recited the incantation several times but it did not stir any arousal in her. After rubbing herself for a full ten minutes she desisted, frustrated and rolled over. Soon she fell into a light and fitful sleep.

It must have been around 2.00 AM when Samantha experienced the dream. It was vivid and in color. She was restrained by her wrists and ankles, spreadeagled face up on a black marble altar. There was some kind of statue behind her but in her position she could not make out the features. A huge python slithered over her naked body, making its way up her abdomen from her genitals. As it slithered the smooth cool scales caressed her clitoris and vulva, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. The snake reached her breasts and began to bite her nipples, causing pain, but a pain that was not unwelcome.

The tail of the snake thrashed and impregnated her, causing her back to arch in desire. Waves of lust coursed through her trembling body. Samantha bucked and writhed as the snake bit, caressed and probed her. Finally the snake moved up to her face. She looked into its eyes and saw something both terrifying and appealing at the same time. The snake flicked out its tongue and Samantha met it with her own. Their tongues entwined as the snake thrashed its body over her clitoris and pushed its tail deeply into her vagina. Samantha felt herself being drawn along the edge of a chasm, beyond which lay a huge unknown. She began to feel herself falling.

Samantha woke with a start. Her body was bathed in sweat. She was out of breath. Her bedroom was in darkness, but she could see the disembodied yellow eyes of Inky staring at her. Samantha looked back at those eyes and reflected on the vivid memory of her dream. Her hands went to her clitoris again and she began to masturbate harder, more savagely than she had ever done before. In moments Samantha was rewarded with a shuddering orgasm that rolled through her like a series of tidal waves. This was the most powerful sexual release Samantha had ever experienced. She bucked and shuddered for minutes before it finally subsided and Samantha fell into a deep deep sleep, about which she remembered nothing else when she finally awoke the next morning.

In the coming days and weeks Samantha attempted to maintain the appearance of normality. She had no intention of revealing her newfound wealth and exposing herself to every kind of beggar or potential extortionist. But slowly there were subtle signs of change. She went on a one week holiday to Florida to visit her parents, which she had not done in years. She bought herself some new and quite fashionable clothes. She went to the hairdresser and had her hair done. She began to look less plain and pinched and more shapely and curvaceous. She even began to wear makeup to work. Several of her staff commented on the change favorably. One of the many visitors to the library even invited her out for a date. Samantha refused of course. She had no intention of getting mixed up with a man at this time of change.

Then a problem developed. Samantha had a rival for her job of head librarian, a black woman known as Delia. Delia had sought to take advantage of affirmative action years ago to get the job ahead of Samantha but she had failed. Samantha and Delia disliked one another after that and found opportunities to criticize one another. It was trivial but annoying. But Delia was watching Samantha closely and she had noticed the changes in her. They were changes for the better and Delia was jealous. She started making inquires, asking around. One Friday afternoon Delia came to see Samantha in her office.

Delia confronted Samantha with an accusation that she had not deposited the book with the state archives as she had said she had done. Delia had checked with the archives and they had no record of the book. Samantha tried to bluff her way around it, suggesting that the archives were mistaken in their records but it was not credible. They would not make that kind of mistake. Delia accused Samantha of stealing the book and selling it, commenting that Samantha had been spending money on clothes and her appearance lately. Samantha played for time, asking Delia if she had told anyone else. She had not. Samantha asked for the weekend to think things over. Delia agreed but warned Samantha to resign the following Monday if she did not want to see her wrong doing made public.

Samantha went home in a panic. She brooded most of the night and at last, tired and angry, opened the book. Inky was watching from the top of a cupboard, licking her paws. Samantha chose an incantation for destroying an enemy. She carefully recited it six times in accordance with the instructions, while wishing harm on Delia. Samantha felt a little bad afterwards and was nervous all weekend. She wanted Delia stopped but was anxious what might, or might not happen to her.

The news broke on Sunday morning. A local black woman had been set upon in a park by a group of white supremacists. They had abducted her at knife point and taken her to an abandoned warehouse. There she had been brutally gang raped multiple times before being stabbed to death. Samantha was shocked. She had only half expected the spell to work, and she had not expected such a dramatic outcome. She was pleased to be free of Delia’s threats, but ashamed that she had been responsible for her rape and murder. Samantha mulled over what to do, and decided to do nothing.

Above all, she decided to protect herself and her money. There was nothing to lead investigators to her, and she would not come under any suspicion. In due course, Samantha could resign from her job, taking a generous retirement benefit which she could spend more openly. Her shock at the death of her colleague would be reason enough for her leaving. Samantha packed away her emotions and half smiled. Delia was a bitch and probably deserved what she got. She felt a tingle in her loins at that thought. Samantha went to bed naked again and read the incantation for sexual release. She thought about Delia being gang raped, and this time her orgasm came powerfully and quite quickly. Samantha felt she had done what she should after she came. She felt sure that all her decisions had been for the best. Samantha drifted off to sleep think of all the things she might do with her money and what new and powerful incantations she might use to get what she wanted.

Gradually, Samantha was changing. She was becoming more worldly, more cynical and more avaricious. She focused more on herself and her wants and desires. She found that she was dwelling on the book and its incantations more and more. And Samantha found that the more she used the book, the greater was her mastery of the spells within it. She began to enjoy calling on the spells for get what she wanted from time to time. Samantha had more time on her hands as well, once she had finished up at the library. She decided that she needed some advice on what to do with her money and how to fill her days. So, like any untutored person would do, Samantha searched the internet for a financial adviser. She hit on Rodney Balnaves, whose webpage was the most engaging she had seen. Samantha made an appointment to see him in his office and three days later she found herself waiting in his reception area.

Rodney appeared and ushered Samantha into his office. She told him that she needed advice on what to do with her money and what sort of business she might get into to occupy her time. Rodney was impressed with Samantha’s wealth and could see at once that he was dealing with a clean slate. He drew up recommendations for investment in stocks, mostly fossil fuels, pork belly futures and the like. But Rodney suggested that Samantha get into real estate and on line sales. He showed Samantha a portfolio of properties for sale and strongly recommended a ranch outside of Las Vegas. He explained that the revenue generated from the ranch was huge. Gently, he explained to Samantha why the returns were so good. The fact was that the ranch was a highly successful brothel with hundreds of girls on hand who paid part of their takings to the management, who in turn paid the rent. As for the online sales, these turned out to be young girls selling their bodies online. Often these were immigrant girls and often they were underage. Samantha made no objection and listened patiently. Rodney made up a portfolio for her to take home to study.

That night Samantha read the book’s incantation for wisdom. She recited it several times and found that she was more than comfortable with Rodney’s recommendations. Her certainty was unshakeable. She rang Rodney the next day and told him she would give him authority to invest her money as he had proposed. There was something about Rodney that Samantha thought she could trust, and she gave him that trust.

Rodney suggested that they seal with deal with dinner. Previously Samantha would have spurned such an invitation but this time she accepted. She took trouble over her appearance and looked great when Rodney came over to pick her up. He drove to one of his favorite haunts, a lingerie restaurant not far from his office. Samantha was a little shocked to see the scantily clad waitresses but made no complaint. She enjoyed Rodney’s company. There was something about him that really attracted her. They spoke easily and enjoyed their food. They watched the strip show that followed dessert. They applauded the naked woman as she finished her bumps and grinds. This was different from anything that Samantha had ever experienced but she found it strangely exciting, as if it had a power over her. What she would formerly have found disgusting now Samantha found attractive.

It got late and Rodney suggested that he drive Samantha home. When they got there she found herself inviting him inside. Once inside Rodney spied the book. He smiled broadly, and asked Samantha whether she had read it. She responded, with surprise that she had. He nodded knowingly. “Want to try a little experiment?” he asked. Samantha nodded slowly, as if in a trance.

Rodney turned the pages of the book until he found the page that he wanted. He began reciting words in Latin, which Samantha had not noticed before. As Rodney spoke the incantation, Samantha felt her free will melt away. She fell under the spell, but did not resist. She freely gave herself over to the experience. Rodney ordered Samantha to kneel before him as he continued chanting. Samantha did so and found herself unzipping his trousers. She reached into his jocks and fished out his cock, which was already firm. Samantha put it into her mouth and began to suck, using her tongue and lips on the head and shaft. Rodney smiled again, placing his hands on his hips, as he continued to recite the incantation. Samantha was sucking greedily now, performing fellatio for the first time in her life, and she was adoring the experience. She gave her all to it and and Rodney raised his arms into the air in triumph as he came in her mouth:

“HAIL SATAN!” he called out loudly. Samantha could not respond as her mouth was full of his cock.

Rodney withdrew his cock and picked Samantha up bodily. Her flung her over his shoulder and marched her into her bedroom, tossing her down onto the bed. Samantha looked up at him glassy eyed. Her lips moved but no sound came out. She was transfixed. Rodney tore Samantha’s expensive new dress from her body and pulled off her bra and panties, leaving her naked but for her high heeled shoes. These Rodney left on. Rodney disrobed himself now. His cock was still rock hard, being fortified by the incantation of lust he had recited. He pulled Samantha’s legs apart and forced himself into her, ramming his cock into her bushy snatch fiercely. Samantha moaned, although it was hard to tell what emotions she was experiencing.

Rodney was pounding into her now with all of his force, ramming his engorged cock deep into her cunt. Samantha made no attempt to stop him or to resist. Her legs were splayed wide apart and her hands she held above her head, giving her the appearance of a sacrificial victim. If this was rape, it did not appear to be an unwelcome one. In truth Samantha was reveling in the sensations of her rape. Rodney’s big cock felt great as it pounded in and out of her vagina. The violence of the act overcome any doubts that she may have had. Samantha had the feeling that she was performing a service to something inhuman and evil and she was proud and willing to perform that service. Rodney threw back his head, roaring like a lion as he came inside her. Samantha quickly followed, her vaginal muscles spasming around his cock. Rodney then collapsed on top of Samantha. He was spent and she likewise breathed heavily, her arms now around his back caressing him.

From that night on Samantha and Rodney were inseparable. They fucked like rabbits and Rodney taught Samantha more about the book. Under his guidance Samantha became more skilled at casting spells. They enjoyed forcing people outside her home do their bidding. On one occasion, Samantha made a man on the sidewalk right outside her home stop and start masturbating as Samantha stood naked in front of her bedroom window. On another occasion Rodney showed Samantha how to cast a spell on a mother in a park, so that she allowed a street person to molest her little daughter on the park bench by her side. Samantha was enraptured as she watch the filthy man put his hands inside the child’s underwear and rub her bald pussy as the mother sat smiling and watching. Rodney laughed a deep rich laugh as he watched and caressed Samantha’s breasts and clit. Samantha had no trouble orgasming now. Rodney was able to bring her off very smartly, and the stimulants he used to turn on her mind became progressively darker and more depraved.

Rodney now put his control over Samantha’s money to work. They purchased the brothel in Nevada and several more in neighboring communities. They purchased the IT facilities that hosted sex sites that no other server would host. Under aged girls trafficked from Latin America and eastern Europe plied their web cam trade. The money kept rolling in and Samantha found herself growing more wealthy by the day. On Rodney’s advice she purchased a small island in a poverty stricken Pacific country were local people could be bought cheaply and used well. They built a house on the island and used it as a getaway location and place of solitude for their most private activities. For the first time in her life Samantha felt truly happy and fulfilled. She allowed herself to be totally controlled by Rodney. She was owned and it felt great.

After a year Rodney decided that it was time to bring Samantha more deeply into his web. He asked her to accompany him to Romania, to Transylvania in fact. He explained that he was part of a reclusive society and that he felt it was the right time to introduce Samantha to it. She was curious and made no objection. And so it was that Samantha found herself making her first trip to Europe, and to Romania, a country that she would never have expected to go. On arrival in Bucharest by plane they then hired a car and drove to Cluj, in Transylvania. Their final destination was an ancient castle, on a craggy mountain some distance outside of Cluj. It was a dark and forbidding place, and it made Samantha feel a little nervous on arriving at the heavy front door. Rodney reassured her however and she followed him like a sheep.

They were greeted inside the castle by servants who made them feel welcome. Samantha felt more relaxed when she was taken to their bedroom, which was richly decorated and very comfortable. They rested there and dinner was brought up to them. Rodney told Samantha all about the history of the place; how it had been the home of the infamous Countess Bathory, who tortured and murdered dozens of young girls from the surrounding villages after luring them to the castle. Samantha listened wide eyed, but fascinated. Samantha expected that they would go to bed after dinner but was surprised when Rodney told her that she was to join him in a special ceremony in the dungeon of the castle. He assured Samantha that no harm would come to her and that the experience of the ceremony would be unforgettable to her. Thus reassured, Samantha dressed in her most alluring outfit, chosen for her by Rodney. It was sheer and her breasts and genitals could be seen through it. She wore a pair of slippers to protect her feet but nothing else. Thus prepared Samantha took Rodney’s hand and went with him down the winding stone stairway to the dungeon.

Samantha was surprised to find the dungeon full of people. They were all dressed in red and black robes with hoods covering their heads. There was applause when Rodney and Samantha entered the dungeon. Samantha felt the crush of bodies around her, pressing into her and bidding her welcome. She was flummoxed but replied as politely as she could. Then she felt hands touching her, caressing her body through the sheer material of her dress. The hands wandered all over her body, dwelling on her breasts and genitals. Samantha was flushed and embarrassed but could not find the will to resist. Rodney spoke soothingly, assuring her that there always nothing to worry about and that she was being welcomed in a traditional way. At the same time Rodney was taking off his regular clothes and donning a red cloak over his now naked body. Samantha caught glimpses of naked flesh under the robes of the other men and women in the room.

A wooden goblet was pressed to Samantha’s lips. She was encouraged to drink its contents and she did. Almost immediately Samantha fell into a waking dreamlike state. Her fears evaporated and she felt warm and wonderful. She saw her surroundings with sudden clarity, as if for the first time. She saw a statue at the far end of a black marble altar just like she had seen in her dream with the python. But now she could see the statue clearly. It was a statue depicting Satan, all in red, with a goat like head, a muscular body and an enormous penis. The face beamed in evil pleasure.

The congregants pressed around Samantha more closely now, whispering to her and pulling at her sheer dress. Soon they had her entirely naked. Hands caressed her breasts and labia as she was led forward to the altar. Samantha was lain down on the altar. Her wrists and ankles were tied with silken cords to golden rings on each corner of the altar. The congregants began chanting praises to Satan, and words of welcome to Samantha as the latest supplicant to the evil one. Each man present opened his robe to expose his cock. Each woman in turn took a cock and began masturbating it while chanting satanic verses. A golden cup was passed around and each man ejaculated into the cup as he was masturbated to climax. The cup was gradually filled with semen and by the time the last man had come the cup was full to the brim.

A blonde woman carried the cup to Samantha and dipped a finger into the semen, before putting her finger to Samantha’s lips. Samantha sucked the semen off her finger and immediately she felt aroused. The woman then slowly poured the semen over Samantha’s body, moving from her face and neck, over her breasts and down her abdomen to her vulva. Many female hands then massaged the semen into Samantha’s face and body while they chanted, calling upon Satan to come and reward his loyal and devoted servant.

As their chanting reached a crescendo the women stepped back, and raised their hands in the air. There was an audible crack, like thunder and an unseen presence entered the dungeon. Samantha could feel a hot breath on her face and body where the semen had been rubbed. She felt her legs being forced apart and she felt a hot and throbbing object beginning the stretch her open and penetrate her. She was suddenly filled with incredible desire for the inhuman creature that had begun to take her.

The congregants shouted in unison: “Take her Lord Satan! Rape her Lord Satan! Fill her Lord Satan with your seed! Take this offering of your devoted servants!”

The unseen presence then plunged deeply into Samantha’s vagina and the air around her shimmered. She screamed in shock but arched her back in lust. She was being raped by the devil and she was adoring every moment of it!

The congregants then formed a circle around the altar and continued to chant as Samantha writhed in her bonds and pushed up her hips to meet the demonic thrusts into her cunt. Each man stood behind a woman and began to fuck her from behind as they all watched the rape. There was palpable excitement in the room as an orgy of depraved sex began and Samantha continued to buck and squirm under Satan’s irresistible rape. She was moaning in lust now, begging Satan to rape her harder and deeper, harder and longer. Multiple orgasms wracked her body as the satanic rape continued it seemed for ever. One by one the congregants fucking climaxed. When the last couple climaxed there was a roar from the unseen beast and Samantha found herself flooded with hot spunk. It poured into her like a cascade of cum, which is truly what it was. Cum poured out of her cunt lips around the unseen demon cock and ran down her legs, forming a pool around her body. With a few final thrusts there was another audible crack and the unseen creature was gone.

The naked women were upon Samantha in a rush, licking and sucking up the demon seed. Their lips and tongues felt wonderful on Samantha’s body and she came yet again to their touch. When they were done they were replaced by the men who rubbed their still hard cocks all over Samantha’s face and body. Samantha felt as if her body was afire with lust and she licked and sucked on every cock that came within reach of her mouth. A final orgasm wracked Samantha’s body as she felt all the hard cocks all over her.

Eventually, everyone was spent. The men and women collected their cloaks and filed silently out of the dungeon. Rodney untied Samantha and carried her naked back up to their bedroom. He placed Samantha’s cum covered body into the soft bed and covered her over. Almost at once Samantha fell into a deep deep sleep where she remained for the next twelve hours.

When Samantha finally awoke it was nearly midday. There were servants standing patiently at the foot of the bed. They had been waiting for her to awaken. Now they gently helped Samantha from the bed and led her to the bathroom. There they washed, oiled and scented her body. It felt great and Samantha reveled in their touch. She did not notice Rodney standing in the doorway watching her and smiling.

Rodney commented on Samantha’s glowing good looks and stood in the doorway watching as the servants dressed her. Then he led her downstairs to the banqueting hall in the center of the castle. There was a long wooden table with chairs along each side. Two chairs were left vacant at each end of the table. The chairs along each side were occupied by the people Samantha had seen in the dungeon the previous night. There was a mountain of food on platters on the table and the people were helping themselves. There was a loud cheer from the throng as Rodney and Samantha entered.

People were shouting: “Welcome to the chosen one!”.

Samantha was nonplussed. Rodney seated her at the head of the table and said quietly that all would be explained soon. Rodney then sat down beside her and served her food and wine. Presently a fanfare sounded from a hidden corridor and a tall dark and handsome man entered the room. He was dressed in a golden cloak and was clearly someone of importance. Everyone stood and bowed, taking their seats again only after he was seated. Rodney whispered that this was the current count of the estate and leader of the group of Satanists who were gathered in the castle. The Count fixed Samantha with a steely gaze and called down the length of the table to her:

“How do you feel my dear?”

Samantha half stood and bowed but the Count motioned her to sit.

“Wonderfully well, thank you.”

“I am glad to hear it. You have had shall we say a very ‘active’ night last night.”

This drew guffaws and knowing looks.

“The guiding principle here is that we should all enjoy ourselves to the fullest, as we desire, in the service of our lord Satan. Do you agree my dear?”

Samantha nodded.

“Yes, why yes I do agree. Satan has been very good to me. He has taken me from my dull and boring old life and has given me wealth, power and fulfillment.”

There was loud agreement at that point. The Count continued.

“Well said my dear. Your companion Rodney is one of us and has recommended you to us. You have been tested and have passed the test with flying colors. Well done my dear!”

There was applause. Samantha half stood and bowed again. Once again the Count waved her down.

“Now eat well and drink your full measure my dear. There will be entertainment in the library after luncheon.”

Samantha looked at Rodney and whispered: “entertainment?”

He chuckled. “Yes, one of the Count’s specialties. Some young girls have been abducted from neighboring villages this morning. They will be gang raped by the menfolk, with the help of the women. I think you will enjoy it.”

Samantha’s eyes widened. She wondered why she was not shocked and appalled. Had she come so far down this path that nothing could surprise her anymore. Perhaps so. She began to eat the meat and potatoes on her platter with gusto and downed her goblet of strong red wine in a single draught. Then she had Rodney pour her another. Samantha found herself looking forward to the gang rape and smiled to herself. Perhaps she was the “Chosen one”. She felt as if evil were taking full control over her mind. But chosen for what? That had not yet been explained.

After luncheon was completed the throng of satanists filed from the banqueting hall to the library, passing several formal receptions rooms and private apartments. The Count, in his golden robes led the way, with the rest chattering expectantly following him. The library, when they reached it made a big impression on Samantha. It was very large, with wooden bookcases rising to the tall ceiling, filled with books on satanic law, and lore, art and science and mythology and above all religious tradition. The room was filled with couches and reading tables, and well lit by huge lamps suspended from the ceiling. While most of the walls were covered in bookcases there was an open place above the fireplace, where a large portrait of Countess Bathory hung. The Count explained to Samantha that the Countess had founded the satanic cult he now led, and she was revered by all his followers.

The Count then extended one arm to the end of the far wall, where a steel cage held three naked preteen girls, huddled together. There were excited whispers among the satanists, as the Count called out: “Behold what our lord has delivered to us this day! Fresh meat to feed our lust! Ladies! You may make your selection.”

A group of women hurried to the cage and began inspecting the girls through the steel bars, as the girls cowered and whimpered. The women discussed who should be raped first, and finally made their selection, a dark eyed gypsy girl with long flowing black hair. The Count opened the cage door with a flourish and the women pulled out the screaming, struggling girl, to roars of approval from the men.

“Hail Satan!” came the refrain from all those gathered.

Laughing excitedly, the women dragged the struggling girl to the middle of the room and held her over a leather couch. Her legs hung over the back of the couch and her head hung over the front with her head touching the seat. Women crowded around, pulling the child’s legs wide apart and restraining her by the arms and shoulders. One woman placed a steel spreader in the girl’s mouth to keep it open and to protect the men’s cocks from the child’s teeth. Other women stood by with whips to be used on the girl while she was being raped.

The men drew lots to decide who would rape the girl first. The winners opened their trousers and women knelt before them to suck and caress their cocks and balls ready for the rape. Samantha watched the scene with mounting excitement. She moved in close to watch with Rodger and the Count standing behind her, caressing her breasts and genitals through her clothes. Both men whispered satanic obscenities to her as the rape commenced, to further feed her lust. Others were chanting praises to Satan as the women lubricated the cocks of the first rapists with their mouths and then led the men to their places between the girl’s legs, straddling her face and under her ass.

The Count raised one arm as the chanting grew louder, then he dropped his arm to wild cheering. In response three men drove their cocks hard into the girl’s vagina, anus and mouth. She bucked and struggled but the women held her down tightly. As the crowd continued to chant the men raped the girl in savage unison, ramming their cocks sadistically into the child. Her struggles continued which only excited the men raping her. They climaxed in a short time, pulling out and shooting ropes of cum over her face and body.

Samantha watched intently, and her face flushed. It was clear she was highly aroused. The Count whispered to her: “I think you are enjoying this my dear, and so you should! Watch closely as the child is repeatedly pack raped by our friends!”

He and Rodney continued to caress her through her clothes as she watched. They also pulled out their cocks from their pants and placed Samantha’s hands around them. She began to masturbate the two men. The first trio of men was replaced by a second, who pack raped the child in the same manner as the first, and they in their turn orgasmed over her. They were then replaced by a third group of men who also proceeded to pack rape her until she lost consciousness. The men triumphantly sprayed their cum all over the girl’s already cum covered face and body, all the time driven on by the chanting and encouragement of the women. Samantha was breathing heavily by now and dropped to her knees in front of the Count and Rodney, taking both their cocks into her mouth at the same time and sucking on them feverishly. The men beamed down at Samantha as she sucked them.

The first girl was dragged away and given to the servants to rape to death in the servants quarters. The women then selected the second of the girls and dragged her from the cage to the couch. She was shrieking in terror, having been forced to watch the repeated pack rape of the first girl. Now it was her turn. Three new men were selected by lot to rape the second girl. Samantha did not need to watch this time. The sounds of the rape were sufficient to feed her lust as she continued to suck on Rodney’s and the Count’s cocks. The two men put their hands on the back of Samantha’s head, forcing her to deep throat them both at the same time. She did not resist. In fact she complied enthusiastically, managing to draw ragged breaths as she continued to suck them. They came down her throat as the third trio of rapists came over the second girl. Samantha continued to suck on them greedily, swallowing down every precious drop. The second girl was dragged away for the servants to use, and attention turned to the third girl. An attractive curly haired child, the youngest of the three.

The women dragged her screaming and struggling from the cage. She was tied between two vertical poles set into the floor and two women stripped off. Once naked they commenced to whip the child with rhythmic strokes. Two men moved behind them and began to fuck them from the rear as they whipped the child. The whipping and the fucking drove the women wild and they orgasmed around the cocks inside them as they continued to wildly whip the child. Samantha asked if she could whip the child as well. The girl’s back was red and raw but Samantha wanted to whip her chest and genitals.

Samantha stripped off and took up the whip. She raised it and brought it down on the child’s chest. It took her a few strokes to perfect her technique but soon Samantha was expertly whipping the child’s clitoris, drawing shrieks from the child and shouts of encouragement from the satanists. Then, as she continued whipping the child, Samantha felt the Count behind her slipping his large cock into her.

His deep voice sounded in her ear as he began to fuck her from behind: “Hail Samantha! Hail Satan! Hail the chosen one!”

There it was again. What did that mean? Samantha let the thought slide away. The Count’s cock felt wonderful as he rammed into her and she began to whip the child with all of her strength and fervor. Before Samantha came around the throbbing cock of the Count, he came inside her and the whipped child lapsed into unconsciousness. The child was untied and sprawled on the floor. The remaining men were masturbated over her prone body by the women as they chanted satanic verses. Samantha found herself joining in, her vagina still spasming around the Count’s still hard cock.

He continued to whisper to her: “Well done my dear. Very well done. Truly, you are the Chosen One!”

Samantha and Rodney stayed at the castle for some months more. Five more times Samantha was taken down to the basement, tied down on the altar and fucked by the invisible presence of Satan, and each time Samantha was driven to new heights of Sapphic bliss. She came to crave those long nights tied splayed open and naked on the slab while the demonic phallus of Satan plunged into her until she came in a bucking bronco orgasm and he rewarded her with gushing rivers of hot sticky creamy cum. The congregants were themselves driven to new heights of lustful ecstasy as they chanted and fucked and sucked each other.

These weekly rituals were augmented by many more entertainments in which local girls were gang raped by the satanists or local boys were trained up to pack rape the hapless captured girls for the pleasure of the watching satanists. When she was not fucking or sucking with the Count or Rodney or one of the members of the cult, Samantha was exploring the extensive grounds in good weather, admiring the statues of demons and humans engaged in sex or depicting child rape by human men and women. In poor weather Samantha passed the time reading satanic texts. She was particularly enamored by the artistic works, showing Satanic sex rituals in graphic detail.

It was six weeks after they had arrived that Samantha noticed that she had missed her period. She was surprised as at 42 Samantha had not expected to become pregnant. Still, she asked Rodney for a pregnancy test kit and when she used it it came up positive. Now Samantha was truly shocked and a little frightened. Whose child was this? Rodney’s?, the Count’s or, perhaps, Satan himself? Should she keep it? Was it safe at her age? The questions roiled around in Samantha’s brain for hours. Samantha plucked up her courage and confided in Rodney. He was overjoyed but assured Samantha that the child could not be his. He was sterile due to a teenage attack of mumps. Similarly, the Count could not be the father as he had had a vasectomy after fathering many children and wanting no more. Sure there were a few other satanists in the cult who had impregnated Samantha during her visit but the Dark One had taken her six times in gushing rivers of semen, which was most auspicious.

Rodney in turn reported to the Count, who showed great excitement. He called all members of the cult together in a temple in the bowels of the castle that Samantha had not seen before. There was only one entrance behind a heavy steel door. Inside the air was full of incense and the light came from dozens of candelabra. The walls were filled with frescoes of child rape by demons and humans. A huge red statue of Satan, his giant cock embedded in a screaming female child dominated the room. The satanists filed into the temple in silence and took up positions in a rough circle around the statue. Samantha was led in, dressed in a simple white robe.

Two women slipped the robe off Samantha and she was instructed to stand naked before the statue. The chanting began then, first quietly and then slowly becoming louder and more urgent. The screaming child statue was removed from the statue of Satan by the simple means of pulling it off the giant cock. At the same time women rubbed a stimulating lubricant into Samantha’s vagina. It felt warm and made her feel incredibly sexy. Rodney and the Count helped Samantha to climb onto and then mount the statue and then lower herself onto the phallus. As she did so it began to glow and throb. Samantha almost swooned in pleasure but slowly began to fuck the statue, her arms reaching around its muscular body for support.

Samantha began to chant also, as she slowly raised and lowered herself up and down the glowing, throbbing phallus. The words came from her spontaneously, without being taught.

“Lord Satan I supplicate myself before you.”

“Lord Satan, I worship your phallus.”

“Lord Satan is surrender utterly to your evil.”

“Lord Satan, I pray to you, give me a sign.”

Samantha was squatting on the statue’s thighs now as she rutted like a bitch in heat on the phallus. She began shouting obscenities as the whole statue seemed to come alive, glowing and shimmering. The phallus throbbed inside of her as if it had a life of its own. The chanting of the satanists now reached fever pitch.

Then as Samantha began to orgasm around the phallus inside her there was an audible crack in the air and the candles guttered. The statue shimmered all over, filled with the spirit of Satan. A booming voice filled the room, silencing the chanting:

“THE CHILD IS MINE! THE WOMAN IS THE CHOSEN ONE! PROTECT HER UNTIL SHE IS DELIVERED OF THE CHILD! THIS I COMMAND!

There was a moment’s shocked silence, and the the assembled satanists broke into cheering and applause. Samantha was helped down, dressed and carried in triumph from the temple back to her room. Servants were summoned to attend her. From now on Samantha would be feted and pampered like a Princess. She bore Satan’s child and was held in esteem above all other women.

In the months that followed Samantha was indeed treated like a Queen. She was given whatever she wished for but was kept under close watch, for the protection of herself and her precious baby. She received regular medical check ups and the pregnancy seemed to be progressing normally. Samantha complained about the strange herbs that were added to her food and for a time she lost weight as the baby gained weight. At one point Samantha complained only half jokingly that she felt like Mia Farrow in Rosemary’s Baby. That drew some strange looks from her carers, but, in any event, Samantha began to gain weight again. Her pregnancy went full term and with no significant problems.

The labor, when it came was mercifully swift. After no more than two hours Samantha gave birth to a healthy and normal baby girl. Well, normal but for her striking cat like yellow eyes, which matched her fine golden hair. The baby was a truly beautiful child. Samantha was overcome with maternal bliss as the baby was swaddled and she took it in her arms. The midwife asked Samantha if she had chosen a name for the baby.

Without thinking Samantha replied simply: “Amanda.”

There were murmurs of approval around the room, but Samantha was puzzled. The name had come spontaneously to her mind. She had in fact given no thought to a name. What do you call Satan’s child?

There were many visitors in the following hours, including Rodney and the Count. Everyone was delighted with the successful birth and eager to hold a baptismal ceremony as soon as possible. The Count announced that the ceremony would take place six days after the birth in the secret temple. Samantha was to attend with the baby Amanda so that both could be celebrated and welcomed into the satanic cult.

On the day of the ceremony Samantha was dressed in red robes emblazoned with the five pointed star. Amanda was dressed in a black baptismal dress of satin and lace, in mockery of a Christian baptism. They walked in a formal procession following the Count to the temple, followed by all the satanists present in the castle. As they entered the temple Samantha gazed upon the red statue of Satan. The screaming child statue was once again in place on his enormous phallus. Samantha hoped that her baby would not suffer that fate. She need not have worried. The child of Satan would never be harmed by a Satanist.

The ceremony began with the Count formally announcing the birth of Satan’s child and blessing her with satanic verses. The baby was passed around the congregants and each one gave the child a personal blessing. Then the Count summoned two female members of the cult to release his cock and begin chanting as they masturbated him into a silver chalice. As the chanting rose in pitch and volume the Count ejaculated his cum into the chalice.

With his cock still visible and twitching the Count then took the chalice in one hand and bid one of the females to hold Amanda before him. Everyone held their breath as the Count dipped his finger into his own semen and traced the sign of the pentagram on her forehead and recited a satanic blessing. The baby Amanda, who had been silent, now smiled and began to gurgle. The Count dipped his finger into the chalice again and gave his cum covered finger to Amanda to suck. The the delight of the congregants the baby began to instantly suckle on the Count’s semen covered finger. When she had sucked his finger clean the Count passed the baby back to one of the women who returned her to Samantha.

Samantha now carried Amanda to each member of the cult present. Each woman exposed a breast and each man took out his cock. Amanda suckled happily on each nipple she was taken to. She suckled more greedily however on each cock that was slipped between her baby lips. The congregants were awestruck by how readily the baby took to suckling on each cock. The last man the baby was presented to was Rodney. His cock was hard and throbbing as Amanda’s lips closed on the head and she began to suck. She did not stop but sucked urgently, demanding to be fed. As Samantha held Amanda to his cock she stroked the shaft with her free hand, gazing up encouragingly into his eyes. Rodney groaned and climaxed, shooting his cum into the baby’s mouth. Amanda did not miss a beat, swallowing all of Rodney’s cum greedily. The congregants shouted and applauded:

“Truly, she is her father’s child! Hail Satan! Hail Satan”

The eyes of the statue of Satan glowed red as he gazed down upon the delightful scene of satanic perversion.

THE END