VACATION OF CORRUPTION 4 by Syd

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The story’s content does not represent the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote unlawful activity as the story describes. By continuing to read this work, you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character they are depicting, but they remain at all times adults.

Writer: Syd

Subject: VACATION OF CORRUPTION 4

Link: LS666 Email / 29.08.2025

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Young Ones, Incest, Satanism, WS, X-Dressing, Transexual, Snuff

Synopsis: This is a story, a work of fiction. If you’re offended by graphic descriptions of sex and violence, don’t read any further. If you are mature enough to distinguish between fact and fiction, welcome, read on and enjoy.

Vacation Of Corruption 4

For the rest of the week, the Johnson family were able to get on with their lives and relax and enjoy themselves.

Mrs Johnson was concerned about her daughter, Karen, fainting at breakfast on the first morning, but Karen had recovered well and was excited to join her parents and the rest of the party on a boat trip through Bangkok. They visited temples and explored some tourist spots, took lots of photos, and relaxed and enjoyed themselves in this exotic country.

The Johnsons learned more about how they could help set up the distribution of the delicious tea Mr and Mrs Evans had created, and were quite looking forward to the challenge.

Karen Johnson still frigged herself, especially as she listened to her parents fucking like bunnies in the next bedroom. It was as if everyone in the Johnson family had found a new energy; they felt invigorated, alive, and Mr and Mrs Johnson especially had discovered a rekindling of their sex life. Karen was especially turned on by hearing her mother and father using obscene language during lovemaking. She had never heard them demanding more and more from the other, but as young Karen rubbed her inflamed pussy button listening to her parents’ obscene language, her own orgasms were more intense.

The Johnson family was blissfully unaware that they were being secretly recorded, and the home-made movies were being distributed on the dark web for a fee.

Though the Johnsons were very religious and led a decent existence, their newfound energy for fucking and experimentation in bed was something new that had seemed to consume them, which made Mrs Johnson ponder more and more, and her prayer became more intense.

Both Helen Johnson and her husband were enjoying this new lease of life, and Helen began to question if it was right that their heightened lust and fornication would make them look like weak sinners in the eyes of God. The Johnsons were a devoutly religious family, but conflict was now seeping into Helen Johnson’s mind. She prayed hard for herself and her family. Though she still enjoyed her husband’s dick, so wicked she thought.

On two occasions during the first week, after the evening meal had finished at 6:30, people started to arrive. Some families chattered excitedly and were quickly ushered past the dining room and downstairs to the basement. About thirty or more, and waved to the Johnsons as they passed the dining rooms’ open doors before going below, followed by some nuns, priests, Mrs Evans and Father Connor.

Mr Evans explained that some of the families had requested a private service, and the Johnsons had the freedom to relax in the upper portion of the house or in the garden. They opted to walk around the town centre for an hour to walk off the evening’s meal. Mr Evans wished them a pleasant evening, then followed the group through the door to the basement, making sure to lock the door behind him, and then disappeared below ground.

The Johnsons made their way out of the Church house and along the still quite bustling main street, lined with wide pavements on which friendly street traders sold an array of locally made goods, crafts, household goods and tourist souvenirs.

The main buildings themselves contained larger businesses such as clothes shops, cafes and bars.

A lot of the businesses were family-run, and even though the street was buzzing with sometimes frantic activities, it actually all came together in what Mrs Johnson described as controlled chaos. It was all new to the Johnsons as they didn’t have markets like this back home, they resisted the urge to buy and meandered through the stalls, to the end of the street where they sat in a small well well-kept garden before going to look at the school they were going to help out at during their second week.

The school was owned and run by the church. It was a two-story building, mixed classes, and Helen Johnson remarked how well-kept and maintained it appeared from the outside. It had a spacious yard at the back for the children to play sports, plus a gymnasium for indoor activities.

The Johnson family stopped by at a coffee shop and enjoyed an alfresco coffee, enjoyed people watching took in the sights and sounds of the still busy street. After their coffee, they decided to make their way back along the street and back to the church house.

Upon arrival at the church house, young Karen said she would go to her room to FaceTime her friends on the computer the Evans’s had kindly installed in her room.

Mr Johnson would shower, then join his wife downstairs for a quick glass of wine before they retired. As Mr Johnson showered, he massaged his cock, making himself erect, thinking he might have a wank in the shower as he fantasised about some of the pretty, sexy ladyboys and faggots they’d seen around Bangkok. Mr Johnson had always been bi. Before marrying, he’d had some secret, sordid gay experiences in gay cinemas and filthy toilets, groping strangers and sucking cock through glory holes in toilet walls.

He’d never been able to completely suppress these desires and had secretly watched gay porn on his phone, but he’d tried hard to be a good, decent Christian since meeting his wife and marrying.

Marrying his Christian bride gave him new purpose, an incentive to lead a better life, to be a good example to his daughter, but even though he prayed hard and was determined to lead a Christian life, Mr Johnson sometimes allowed his dark fantasies to invade his private moments, and think perverted fantasies during his weaker moments, but he was regularly ashamed of his weaknesses and realised he could sometimes describe himself as a hypocrite, he prayed hard to his God for forgiveness.

As he stroked his stiffy in the shower, edging himself he allowed his mind conjure forbidden images of filth that brought him closer to a shattering cum, especially when he started fantasising about his daughter, molesting her, wishing she would suck his cock, he was ashamed of conjuring such images of his sweet child, but the lust was consuming him as usual, but before he reached the point of no return, before he sprayed his cum all over the shower, he brought himself back from the brink, and decided he was going to fuck his wife later, and imagine he was fucking his daughter.

This incestuous fantasy shocked him, thinking he would be fucking his own daughter, but it was too delicious for him to ignore, he’d never really had such perverse fantasies about his own daughter before, but suddenly the lust was consuming him and his mind was wild with filth and just the thought of imagining he would be fucking his own daughter as he fucked his wife later was so appealing to him, he decided he would save his cum until later, when he would fuck his wife.

Helen Johnson was looking at the photographs in the hallway. Photos of past and present priests, some of the pictures seemed to go back a long way by the look of them.

Her attention was directed to a faint noise coming from the basement. The door to the basement was slightly ajar; there seemed to be chanting and faint wailing coming from below.

Helen wondered if the private service Mr Evans had mentioned earlier was still going on.

Helen stood by the open door, trying to listen, but the noise was not clear; Helen couldn’t make out if they were actually singing, so she pushed the door open further and slowly made her way downstairs.

As Helen took silent steps down to the basement, the air changed; it became chilly, and the atmosphere in the basement made Helen shudder a little.

“Strange,” she thought.

“The fucking slut won’t even know,” he thought to himself as he continued his shower.

Mr Johnson’s thoughts were uncharacteristic of such a loving, devout husband and father, but he could keep his fantasies secret, after all, they were only in his head. Nobody would know. Even though he felt guilty about his perverted desires, he convinced himself that it was only a fantasy.

Helen stood outside the locked doors to the underground chapel where the private service was being held.

The strange chanting inside intrigued her, but she could not quite make it out, as it was not the sound of uplifting religious hymns, but something dark and slightly unsettling. Helen couldn’t quite make it out, but the air was chilly, and she felt a little uneasy as she pressed herself to the door to try to listen more closely to what was on the other side.

Low murmurs vibrated through the heavy wooden door. Chants and grunts, from both adults and children. Helen told herself it’s just a private service, but from the chants, grunts and strange noises coming from the other side of the door. Helen convinced herself it didn’t sound very Christian to her; in fact, it made her feel uneasy and made her shiver.

Suddenly, Helen felt a hand on her shoulder, which frightened her and made her gasp with shock. Helen spun around quickly to see who it was who had caught her with her ear to the door, listening, being a nosey parker.

It was one of the young house staff, Ludi, the fifteen-year-old, who smiled sweetly at Helen’s red face, embarrassed at being caught with her ear to the door.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” admitted Helen, trying to compose herself after being startled and getting caught snooping, “I was intrigued by the chants coming from the chapel,” she continued.

“That’s alright, Mrs Johnson,” smiled Ludi sweetly,” It’s just a private service. Let me escort you to the ground floor.”

With that, Ludi gestured for Helen to go up the stairs as Ludi followed her.

As Ludi followed Helen up the stairs to the ground floor, she took the opportunity to gaze wantonly at Helen’s cute ass, as she imagined simply reaching out and squeezing the older woman’s soft ass cheeks. Ludi licked her lips. She also imagined eating Helen’s cunt, wondering if Helen was shaved. What her cunt would smell like, taste like, and how horny it would be, if Helen pissed into her mouth. Ludi loved the taste of piss.

As Helen went through the door at the top of the stairs, she was about to commence some small talk when Ludi disappeared as she closed the door behind Helen, then Helen heard the door lock, and Ludi walked back down the stairs, unlocked the door to the basement chapel and disappeared inside.

Helen stood in the ground-floor corridor for a few seconds, still pondering on unanswered questions, and still feeling a little uneasy.

Helen went into the lounge; her husband still hadn’t come down from his shower, so she poured them both a drink and went to sit in the garden to wait for him.

A cool breeze swept over the lawn. Helen sat on a dining chair, looking at the well-kept garden, taking a sip from her glass, and she could hear her husband walking down the stairs to join her.

Meanwhile, downstairs in the now secured basement chapel, Ludi entered. Candles and wall lights lit the spacious chapel where the group had gathered for the private ceremony, which was already underway. After securing the door, Ludi walked a few steps to the last pew and started to remove her clothes.

The atmosphere of the chapel, not holy or Christian, but sinister, unholy. As Ludi continued to undress, the sounds and smells emitted by the blasphemous congregation filled Ludi’s senses.

The distinctive smell of bodily fluids, sweat and in particular the heavy stench of spunk filled Ludi’s nostrils, making her breathe in the deep aroma and licking her lips in anticipation of the despicable, delicious events that she will have the pleasure to participate in this evening.

As she removed her blouse, skirt and panties, she opted to keep her stockings on as they were sexy, plus she also decided to keep wearing her shoes, as the floor was known to become quite sticky with the copious amounts of bodily fluids that were usually shed at these Satanic services.

As Ludi placed her final item of clothing upon her own pile, her eyes becoming more accustomed to the light, she noticed another pile of clothing beside hers, belonging to another member of the congregation. On top of the pile of clothes was a pair of simple white panties. Ludi picked up the white panties, crushing them in her hand, enjoying the texture of the soft fabric. She unfolded the panties, exposing the stained crotch area, darkly stained with the bodily fluids of one of the congregation. Ludi wondered who could be the owner of this soft, feminine garment, one of the girls, or even one of the effeminate boys.

Ludi put the pair of panties to her nose, breathing in the bodily musk that filled her nostrils, making her moan. She licked the stains, her wet tongue sliding over the soiled material. She sucked on the panties, as if trying to extract whatever filth soiled them.

As Ludi became accustomed to the light, still licking the soiled panties, she gazed down the row of pews to other members of the congregation, every one of them participating in fornication, depraved families split up to fuck and suck other members.

Ludi saw her own mother licking the shitter of a man bent over a pew. Slurping her tongue between the man’s ass crack, then she inserted her finger into the man’s ass hole, finger fucked him, withdrew her finger, sucked the filth from her finger, then continued licking.

“Mom always was keen on people’s shit hole,” Ludi smirked to herself.

Other members sucked and fucked in twos and threes.

Suddenly, Ludi caught the eye of Mrs Evans, leering at her with coal black eyes filled with wickedness and lust. Mrs Evans was naked except for her stockings and high heels.

“Maybe Mrs Evans also prefers to avoid the sticky floor,” pondered Ludi.

Watching Mrs Evans fucking while possessed by Satan always sent a chill through Ludi’s body, as well as making her cunt wet.

Mrs Evans was pummelling a young boy’s tight little ass. Her thick, hard cock was thrusting in and out of his tight shitter. She enjoyed stretching the tight holes of males and females. The friction of her cock sawing through a bum hole turned her lust to a Satanic force to please her Lord and Master; she became possessed by his evil spirit, she pummelled that tight, young shitter with maniacal force. Her face twisted with evil intent as she pleaded with Satan to share with her this twisted pleasure.

The boy she fucked could do nothing but take the battering, accept the big cock pummelling his tight arse. He grimaced as each thrust violently filled his bowels, breathing heavily as he rocked back and forth to the rhythm of the cock going in and out, in and out, tears running down his cheeks as the pain was constant, teeth clenched, yet his cock hard, his very soul addicted to any pleasure the Satanic Mrs Evans could use him for.

As the boy got his arse stretched, he looked deep into the eyes of his mother mere inches in front of him, eyes full of lust as Father Connor banged her arse, thrusting in and out until he exploded inside her bowels, filling her with cum.

When Father Connor had finished cumming inside her ass, he left his cock there and pissed, so the whore didn’t only have his cum filling her filthy ass, but his piss too. Removing his filthy cock from the whores ass, Father Connor fed it into her mouth so she could clean it with her wet tongue.

Her bowels released Father Connor’s piss, flooding the floor but also spraying a couple who were fucking nearby. Neither made any attempt to move as the yellow piss soaked them both.

The mother then got under her son to suck his stiff cock while Mrs Evans held him tightly and pummelled the boy feverishly as she cum load after load, filling his bowels with her molten cum. So much suction was caused as she grunted her thanks to the dark Lord for the pleasure they shared with him.

Finally, Mrs Evans cock slowed down and plopped out of the boy’s stretched bum hole. Still breathing hard, she knelt behind the boy to lick the cum dripping from his bum hole. Instead of swallowing, she lowered her head to the boy’s incestuous mother, who had just received a mouthful of her son’s cum.

With a mouth full of cum she had slurped directly from the boy’s ass, Mrs Evans lowered her head to the boy’s mother and they shared a deep French kiss, holding on to each other as their tongues sucked and relished the filth they tasted in each other’s mouths.

As the debauched group of possessed Satan worshipping sex fiends climbed down from the incredible lust filled highs began to calm down and catch their breath, not only was the warm air within the chapel filled with the grunts of these fallen participants, their very senses heightened as they each fed their lust with equally filthy partners, the thick stench of spunk, piss and sweat filled their nostrils, so thick they could almost taste it, and if these possessed souls could taste the smells that filled their nostrils, they would say it was delicious.

There was something else within that chapel. A chill. A cold chill that would immediately put an uneasy and fearful grip upon any truly Christian person if they were unlucky enough to enter its doors at that moment.

Satan was truly present. Possessing and guiding those fallen souls, entering their minds and bodies, they were now willing slaves who craved the most perverted sex to sate the will of the dark Lord, in return, not only worldly goods, but the most exciting orgasms that could be enjoyed, from the most perverted sex that could be imagined, nothing was off limits within this Satanic Church.

“Rise,” commanded Mrs Evans, softly but firmly.

Everybody rose to their feet. Bodies still trembling from recent orgasms stood up. Bleary eyes widened and tried to focus. Tongues rolled over smiling lips to savour and swallow whatever those lips and tongues had been tasting, spunk, piss, cock, shitter, whatever it was, it tasted so good.

Spunk and piss ran off sweaty bodies.

Spunk dripped from cock-heads and oozed from smelly cunts and arse holes, running down thighs and forming puddles at their feet. Nobody gave a fuck.

Mrs Evans, Mr Evans and Father Connor faced the front of the old chapel. The rest of the gathering congregated behind them, facing forward.

Behind the altar, raised on a plinth, an eight-foot bronze statue of the Lord of all earth, Satan, naked, with a huge two-foot cock, obscenely erect. Satan’s piercing black eyes leering over the room, his Satanic evil captured by the expert stone mason who sculpted this diabolical master piece more than a century before. The whole statue was paid for and gifted to the cult by a generous fellow Satanist and member of the British royal family.

Everyone’s eyes fell upon the altar. A large slab of marble, but now covered by a mattress. Upon the mattress lay a young naked woman and fellow cult member, fifteen-year-old Julie, heavily pregnant, arms outstretched and secured to the sides, as were her feet.

Julie was about to give birth. Julie had been watching the debauchery in front of her. Her heavily pregnant stomach was moving in time with her heavy breathing. Her cunt was wet, her nipples erect.

Around Julie were other members of the cult, who were also actual doctors and nurses who would deliver the baby, but in true Satanic style, the two doctors wore white coats, with nothing underneath. The sexy nurses were dressed in the kind of nurse’s uniforms you would find in porn films. Micro skirts showing flimsy g-strings, uniform tops revealing too much cleavage, which made the nurses look like sluts with thigh-high black leather boots with four-inch heels. It really did look like the set of a porn movie. In fact, one of the nurses, a hot ladyboy with long black hair, was on top of the bed, straddling Julie’s face, vigorously deep throating her.

“Suck me, you fucking whore, suck my big cock, swallow everything. Oh fuck, Hail Satan! Hail Satan!”

The shemale let out a loud moan as she emptied her sack full of cum straight down Julie’s cock sucking throat.

Julie eagerly swallowed the load, just like the expert whore she has always been.

The ladyboy’s limp cock plopped out of Julie’s mouth. Breathing heavily, she grinned wickedly, and she spat in Julie’s face, covering Julie with saliva.

“I need to piss,” she said softly as she emptied her piss all over Julie’s face.

Julie opened her mouth wide, hoping to swallow as much as possible.

As the congregation gathered round, their libidos becoming enflamed with lust again, genitals throbbing, they began molesting themselves and each other, again.

One of the doctors leaned forward to lick the ladyboy’s ass while she emptied her bladder and clambered off the bed to take her place at the bedside to help with the delivery of the baby. As she took her place, an erect cock pressed against her ass, and a hand came round to grope her balls. The ladyboy whore didn’t even turn her head to see who was molesting her; as long as she was being molested, she didn’t care.

At the foot of the bed, Julie’s outstretched legs, lewdly displaying her dripping cunt as she ran her hands over her pregnant belly. Her soft hands gently roamed over her belly as she savoured the smell of piss over her face, and she savoured the taste of cum and piss still in her mouth. Another nurse next to the bed leaned in for a deep French kiss.

Back at the foot of the bed, the doctor overseeing the delivery was standing before Julie’s open legs. His doctors coat fully open exposing his total nakedness under neath, Mrs Evans stood beside the doctor and they kissed passionately, French kissing while Mrs Evans left hand fondled the doctors exposed cock and balls with her left hand, and her right hand stroked his ass crack, moving a finger in and out of his shitter.

“Perhaps, doctor, you would enjoy fucking the whores ass before delivering her child,” Mrs Evans asked.

“Thank you, Mrs Evans, I’m about to cum from your caresses. I need relief,” responded the doctor.

He pushed Julie’s legs further up to expose her bottom. He eased his cock slightly into the entrance of her tight hole, then moved his hips forward with purpose as he began pumping Julie’s shitter. His cock moving back and forth, picking up pace, he was so excited to actually get the relief he needed. Her hole clenched around his shaft, squeezing his stiff cock as he pumped her in and out.

Julie breathed heavily. Being pregnant and ass fucked at the same time was sending her into such a high that could only be described as Satanic heaven.

“Please harder, harder,” the whore gasped, ”I can feel my child demanding your Satanic cock split me.”

Mrs Evans leaned forward to lick the whores dripping pussy. Juices soaked Julie’s pussy and ran down her thighs to soak the bed, so much more pussy juice than the harlot Mrs Evans could swallow.

As one nurse also sucked on Julie’s nipples, making sure she bit hard enough to make Julie squeal, another nurse deep French kissed Julie’s mouth. Julie sucked on the nurse’s tongue, savouring the slippery wet texture. When the nurse would come up for air, she would spit down Julie’s throat, even over Julie’s already piss wet face.

While Julie and the nurse shared their saliva, the trans nurse had her cock rammed up her shitter. Fucking the bitch from behind. Everyone else either looked on, fondled themselves or the pervert next to them. Everyone was high on lust. The doctor in Julie’s ass gripped her thighs.

”Hail Satan, Hail Satan,” he grunted and shot load after load into Julie’s ass.

Mrs Evans, mouth smeared with Julie’s pussy Juice, smiled at the congregation as they joined the doctor in praising their dark Lord. She licked her lips as she enjoyed Julie’s tasty pussy cum.

As the doctor finished cumming in Julie’s ass, the cum oozing from her well-used hole, he flopped forward onto Julie’s fat, pregnant belly. As his dark soul was still full of lust, he clamped his teeth on Julie’s soft flesh and bit into it, hard.

Julie arched her back as the doctor’s teeth gnawed at her soft skin, causing it to bleed. She let out a scream of ecstasy as her own orgasm surged through her body. Wave after wave caused Julie to buck as she thrashed against the bonds that secured her to the bed.

Mrs Evans crouched to suck the doctor’s cock clean, while still fingering his ass. When she had finished cleaning his cock, Mrs Evans stood, removed her finger from the doctors bum hole, smiled at a young boy standing behind, and offered him her shit stained finger, placing it between his soft lips which he opened to allow her finger into his mouth, which he eagerly sucked on not just enjoying the foul acrid taste but the smell of shit seemed to be something they all relished.

When Mrs Evans felt the boy had sufficiently cleaned her shit stained digit, she leaned forward to softly kiss his lips.

Mrs Evans addressed the congregation, first asking for silence and asking for attention and for the doctor and his assistants to deliver the baby.

“Julie, it is time for your baby to be delivered. You and our brothers and sisters of our Satanic Church will nurture, guide and protect your addition to our Satanic family. With our father Satan to guide your child, there will be one more disciple to spread the word of sin, corruption and the pleasures of the flesh everywhere your child goes. Hail Satan!”

“Hail Satan!” the crowd chanted.

“Personally, Julie, I can’t wait to see you fornicating with your own child in the name of Satan,” Mrs Evans added.

She smiled wickedly into Julie’s lust filled eyes, for even though the young mum to be is about to perform one of the most cherished acts any human being can perform, the act of giving birth, Julie is already on fire, already yearning for the incestuous perversions she and the congregation will enjoy with her child in the years to come, but she can still taste the cum and piss in her mouth and the smell of same that drenched her face and hair when the perverse shemale nurse used her as a toilet earlier, but Julie has an itch, an insatiable desire still to get fucked once her child is delivered, even though the doctor has already fucked her ass, Julie still yearns for even more cock to be slammed into her used shitter.

Even though this congregation is comprised of perverts and Satan worshipping fornicators, the task of delivering a new baby is taken seriously, which is why the doctors and several nurses attending are actual qualified practitioners in the specialised fields, with the necessary equipment and monitors on hand, as everyone wants a healthy baby, otherwise they will perform The “ritual slaughter of the innocent”, another diabolical ceremony where the baby is killed, offered to Satan and it’s blood smeared onto their bodies before cutting it to pieces and eating it.

Today, everyone is looking forward to a successful delivery, because a successful delivery means another healthy disciple for Satan.

The doctor took control of the procedure, and the nurses did their duties with great professionalism, as one would expect. The congregation stood around, young and old, some had seen the doctor delivering new disciplines from the congregation’s whores before, but it was always a marvel of Mother Nature.

Some of the congregation held hands, or just each other. Some kissed.

Julie, still secured to the bed, constantly horny, lay on her back, her legs wide open, lewdly displaying her exposed cunt. Mrs Evans tenderly stroked Julie’s baby bump. The doctor coaxed the baby to enter the world of Satan with great skill and patience.

The nurses on either side of Julie were encouraging the mother to push and push, while they massaged Julie’s exposed titties and pinched her erect nipples. The nurses would kiss Julie passionately, she would respond with her own wet tongue probing the mouths of the nurses, sucking saliva from each other’s tongues.

Behind the nurses, hands lewdly groped them. Fingers probed wet, tight shit holes and moist cunts, pussy juice running down slippery down soft thighs. Slutty nurses’ outfits hid nothing, which was the point; every orifice was available. The gorgeous Thai nurse could feel hands stroking her thighs, fingering her bum hole, rough hands gripped her stiff cock, she didn’t know who, she didn’t care, as long as she was being used.

The smell of sweat, cum and piss hung thick in the air, filled nostrils and made everyone dizzy with lust.

The doctor’s voice grew harsher as he now demanded more from Julie; he needed Julie to push harder to release the baby from her womb.

“Push bitch, push harder, push harder for me bitch,” the doctor’s tone rose harshly.

At the other end of the bed, the nurses were also demanding Julie put even more effort into the delivery of her baby; they, too, were equally encouraging.

“Push whore, fucking push or we’ll rip this fucker out through your fucking stomach. Push Julie, you cunt, do as the doctor tells you, push the baby out now, harder, push harder cunt, harder.”

Not only did the nurses enjoy verbally abusing Julie, they mauled her tit’s roughly. Squeezed her nipples hard and bit Julie’s nipples painfully, making Julie cry out in pain.

“More, more, again!” Julie would cry out.

The abuse was making her sexually high; she was horny, which made the nurses slap her face hard, sending her into what seemed like one endless orgasm.

Julie writhed against her bonds and the abuse, her back arched as she brought her body off the altar and pushed and pushed, until with a plop, a cheer from the congregation, and a cry from the lungs of the newborn boy, the child entered the world just as his mother came down from her own screaming cum.

At this point, one of the nurses beside Julie, who was being banged from behind, also reached her own orgasm as her cunt was flooded with cum.

The shemale nurse who had a boy and his father on their knees sharing her cock flooded the young boy’s throat with her cum, violently ramming her cock down his throat, which brought tears to his eyes as his father went down on him and sucked his cock.

The shemale nurse could feel some taking their finger out of her ass, then bring it up to her mouth, which she eagerly sucked.

“Hail Satan! Hail Satan! Hail Satan!” the congregation cheered, rejoicing in the new member to their church of sin.

Mrs Evans held up the boy for the cheering crowd to behold before handing the child to his exhausted, glowing mother. Mrs Evans then returned to the bottom of the bed and positioned her long, stiff cock between Julie’s legs and against her used bum hole, still oozing cum pumped in earlier by the doctor.

As Julie cradled her baby in her arms, she looked into the black eyes of the demonic Mrs Evans. Julie, though exhausted, holding her son to her bruised nipple to feed the boy, still needed Mrs Evans’ long demonic cock to fill her shitter and flood Satanic cum into her bowels. The look on both women’s faces was wickedly lustful. Both smiled at the other.

“Still horny, whore?” Mrs Evans grinned down at Julie, holding her baby close.

“I always need Satan’s cock in me,” Julie purred back, breathless.

Julie never, ever said no to cock; man’s cock, boy’s cock, shemale cock, rapist cock, dog cock, horse cock. This perverted cock hungry whore never, ever said no to cock.

At this point, the doctor who had delivered Julie’s baby was on his knees, beneath Mrs Evans, licking her balls, nibbling at her ass cheeks, sliding his tongue between the crack that was Mrs Evans’ ass crack. Massaging her soft skin, stroking Mrs Evans’ soft thighs, which did please her.

The doctor was lost in his desire to please Mrs Evans, blissfully unaware of the young boy standing beside him, cockles in hand.

Suddenly, the boy released a stream of yellow piss, which sprayed over the doctor’s face and hair. He looked toward the young boy, opening his mouth to receive the acrid yellow stream, which ran down his chest and onto the floor.

He looked up at the boy as the piss stream halted and swallowed the piss in his mouth. He reached out to take the boy’s hand and gently pull him down to his knees. They embraced, putting their arms around each other, the doctor groping the boy’s soft ass cheeks as they lewdly kissed, the taste of piss lingering in the doctor’s mouth was like nectar.

As Julie held her newborn baby to her breast, the baby suckling on Julie’s ripe nipple, causing Julie to receive erotic sensations through her body as the newborn sucked hard on his mother’s nipple, Julie looked into the black lust-filled eyes of Mrs Evans.

Mrs Evans grinned wickedly at Julie.

With two male members of the congregation holding Julie’s ass slightly off the mattress, Mrs Evans placed her stiff cock at the entrance to Julie’s shitter. With one forceful thrust, Mrs Evans ploughed her stiff cock hard and deep into Julie’s arse, causing Julie to cry out as her ass was stretched as the cock pushed forward until Mrs Evans could push no more, then Mrs Evans stopped, and simply stayed in that position as everyone looked on.

Julie gasped for air as the cock stopped, gritting her teeth and began to catch her breath as she got used to the pain. Julie still clutched her baby, holding him close, he unaware of the depravity being enjoyed around him, and the further depravity to come.

Julie gasped again as Mrs Evans slowly withdrew her cock from Julie’s ass, both Satanic whores enjoying the sensations as the stiff cock edged its way slowly out of Julie’s ass, then for Mrs Evans to thrust forward again, then reverse.

This slowly gained pace. The congregation, who were engaging in their own sexual depravity, salivated at how expertly Mrs Evans could fuck, and how whoever she fucked was sent on a delicious sexual high.

Harder and harder Mrs Evans thrust in and out of Julie’s shitter, grunting demonically, spitting blasphemy, cursing the righteous, praising her true Lord Satan.

Julie breathed heavily, savouring the attack on her shitter, also praising Lord Satan, also spitting blasphemy, and begging Mrs Evans to fuck her harder and harder.

After a long, hard thrust, Mrs Evans let out a long, cold, inhuman shriek as she neared her own powerful orgasm, suddenly withdrawing her cock from Julie’s ass, and with a demonic shout, shot copious amounts of filthy demonic cum all over the faces of Julie and her newborn baby.

“Hail Satan!”

The congregation roared in ecstasy and joy as Mrs Evans frantically sprayed enormous amounts of thick Satanic cum all over mother and child.

Julie held her baby close. Their faces were covered. She opened her mouth to catch whatever she could and ran the spunk around her tongue, enjoying the taste, before gulping down.

Both Julie and her baby were covered in cum. Mrs Evans panted hard and looked down as Julie lapped up the spunk from her baby’s face, cleaning it from his soft skin, with her tongue.

The congregation were so turned on, their own libidos aching with lust after seeing this depraved act that many of them had witnessed before.

Mrs Evans, with eyes still black, still full of Satanic lust which could rarely be fully quenched, leaned in to kiss Julie deeply, sharing their saliva and cum. When Mrs Evans stood, another nurse leaned in to kiss Julie’s mouth, while others still clapped, congratulated Julie and praised Satan.

The air was full of the smell of sweat, piss, cum, filth and the presence of Satan himself was felt by all those willing, depraved participants, and they knew the spectacle of evil was not over yet, for Mrs Evans had promised them a finale of death, a sacrifice to the Lord Satan would be made tonight.

Mrs Evans called for the large X-shaped cross to be brought forward and centre stage.

Some of the men went to the end of the pews and moved a large X-shaped cross and stood it against a wall next to the altar, just feet from the bed where Julie and her baby were being tended by the nurses, as well as being kissed and groped, they would tend her needs expertly as you would find in any hospital.

Just feet away, a naked woman was secured to the cross, arms and legs outstretched, naked and lewd. Her tit’s and shaved pussy on display for everyone to see and molest, which some did, taking pleasure in groping or fingering her, but not to fuck, on the instructions of Mrs Evans, fucking this worthless cunt was to be the pleasure of one very special guest.

The victim on the cross was gagged with masking tape, but was not blindfolded, so she had seen everything, the whole obscene show.

She had and could still smell everything. Her nostrils had been filled with the body odours of the fucking participants, the smell of cum invaded her senses, for though she was a practising Christian, working for an online Christian podcast, she knew what cum smelled like, and tasted like, she had fucked and sucked enough men, and women in her forty-one years to be more than familiar with the pleasures of the flesh.

Even though she would describe herself as a practising Christian, and attended church with her family, she and her husband dabbled in swapping partners they would seek out online, but meet in a town far from their own, so not to attract ant attention as they had a son and were closely involved with local church work, plus their families would freak out if their secret lives were revealed.

The frightened woman looked at her manacles, which held her securely to the X-shaped cross. She pulled on them, but she was helpless. She looked around at the group of naked bodies. She had seen enough to realise this was some evil Satanic cult, probably the one she’d been investigating for her online podcast.

Was it an Asian cult? She had wondered. As most seemed Asian. Though some were western individuals, she recognised Father Connor, the focus of her investigations, through contacts she’d been interviewing him, nosing around a bit too much, revealing herself to be a snoop, and her actions and direction of questioning and accusations had raised the suspicions of the members of this Satanic Church, so trusted members had drugged her. She didn’t know it, but she was further from home than she could ever have guessed.

Now, in this chapel of perversion, she was very afraid. She knew her situation was dire. What were they going to do to her? She wondered if she was going to get out of this situation. If she were to see her family, even. This clearly was a cult with no morals from what she had already witnessed.

She looked around at all the naked bodies standing, gazing at her, also naked.

Her breathing was heavy, trying to calm herself by breathing steadily through her nostrils, doing her best to at least keep her faculties under the circumstances, but she was scared.

Mrs Evans stepped past the members. She looked into the scared eyes of the captive. Her own eyes were now softer as she was focused on seeing through the final event of the cult’s evening, the finale.

Mrs Evans brushed the back of her fingers across the tears running down her captive’s cheeks.

Then her fingers slowly ran down to the woman’s soft breasts, when Mrs Evans’ face became mean as she took a nipple between her fingers and squeezed it hard, twisting it mercilessly, causing her victim to squeal and cry out under her gag, her arms pulled against her chains uselessly trying to free herself.

Mrs Evans casually spat in her victim’s face, saliva covering her, then holding her victim’s head in a vice-like grip, Mrs Evans ran her long tongue over her victim’s face, wiping up her own saliva.

“Step forward, our special guest,” Mrs Evans instructed as she slowly turned to face the congregation.

A man emerges from the rear of the chapel and stands next to Mrs Evans. He is of average build, wearing a black hood that covers his entire head except for his blue eyes, which are visible through round holes. He is naked underneath a blood red robe, which exposes his already rock-hard, eight-inch cock, standing proudly, aching for release, aching for the hole it will soon spew into.

Standing on either side of the X-shaped cross with its helpless victim outstretched and secured, they smile at each other.

They take in each other’s stiff member, the mystery man reaches over to fondle Mrs Evans, running his hand playfully over her shaft before taking his position again.

Mrs Evans addressed the congregation.

“Friends, lovers, children of Satan, our Father, we have a special finale this evening to end our Satanic ceremony. We will offer to our Father, Satan, this worthless cunt behind me. I won’t bore you with the details, as there is much fornication still to be enjoyed. What I will explain is that she is here to be sacrificed to our Father, Satan. She, this worthless cunt, wanted to expose us, betray us, and reveal our secrets to bring us down and destroy what we have built for decades.

“Tonight, she will join those who previously sought to betray Satan and destroy us. We will send her to Hell, where our Father, Satan and his servants will rape her body every minute for the rest of eternity. May she never find peace. Hail Satan!”

Mrs Evans shouts to the congregation, who are already looking forward to the final acts of utter debauchery this evening.

“Hail Satan!”

The congregation gleefully chant as the mysterious hooded guest is handed a whip and a long, thin eight-inch blade.

The woman on the cross writhes in sheer panic at the words Mrs Evans speaks to the gathering; they’re hyped up and looking forward to what’s about to unfold.

Their prisoner pulls on her shackles in a bid to free herself. She is panicking in terror, her eyes pleading with anyone in the congregation who will show her mercy and come to her rescue and release her. Nobody is going to release her. Nobody wants to spoil whatever Mrs Evans and the mysterious guest have in store.

“My friends,” Mrs Evans continued, “Our guest really is our special guest. He is one of our most dedicated and generous supporters. He has outbid many of our generous supporters to fulfil a lifelong desire to show Satan how devoted he is to our Father. Our special guest donated an exceptional sum of money to have his wish fulfilled. I will explain briefly what our special guest has in mind.

“As I have said, he has donated an exceptional amount to carry out this sacrifice to our Father, Satan. One condition is that he remains anonymous, for if he were to remove his hood, many of you would recognise him as a well-known Hollywood film star; hence, his identity is known only to me and my husband, Mr Evans. After the sacrifice, our guest will rest, then he will return to the States via private jet.

“Cunt, on the other hand, will not make it through the sacrifice tonight. She will be transported back to her home town where her body will be dumped, and someone will find it, minus her panties. Our special guest will visit the town in a week on business, and he will arrange to visit the family to offer his condolences. Unknown to the grieving family, he will be wearing cunts panties, as well as having a lovely stiff cock as he watches them sobbing.”

The congregation gasps at the wickedness of the guest’s plan.

“There’s even more deliciousness to this plan, my friends.”

Mrs Evans interrupts their expressions of salacious delight and brings their attention back to herself.

“My friends,” she continued, “Our guest really has put forward a plan of utmost wickedness. I just wish we could all be there to enjoy their pitiful grief, but he has promised he will have a film crew with him when he visits the family. His fake expressions of condolence will not only be good PR, but also good advertising for his new movie.

“The icing on the cake, though, my friends, will not only be the fact that when our guest visits the grieving family, he will have a big stiff cock. He’ll be wearing cunts panties, and one week later, her son will receive a package containing his mother’s panties drenched with the cum of our special guest. Thi. Is because he is going to spend the week with those panties wrapped around his cock, fisting his stiffy, until he shoots copious amounts of cum into them. The package her son receives will also contain photos of the various couples she and her husband have fucked during their secret liaisons. We have retrieved their stash of dirty pictures they would have preferred to keep secret.

“I just wish we could be there to enjoy the expression on the boy’s face when he opens the box. Will he show them to Daddy? Or will he suck his mother’s panties clean while wanking his cock as he looks at the photos of his pious parents fornicating with strangers they have met online?”

The crowd chatters amongst themselves as they are amazed at the devilish plan the mysterious guest has conjured up, so wicked, so horny. The congregation are already hissing their lust, their hearts racing, they are ready and eager to fuck and suck, their eyes glued to the victim to be secured to the cross, helplessly struggling to free herself. Her eyes bulging in terror at the realisation that she is doomed, these sick fucks really want to kill her, and they will get off knowing her family are grieving for her.

Her heart breaks at the thought that this evil, so-called special guest is going to visit her family wearing her panties, that the sick, evil bastard will then send those panties to her little boy with some of her secret photos of her and her husband fucking other couples.

Her breathing becomes heavier through her nose. Her tears run down her cheeks. Her cries muffled beneath her gag. Her breast heaves as she tries to force more oxygen into her lungs, to try to help her cope with her stress. She pisses herself. She faints. Her limp body slumps, held up by her shackles.

The mysterious guest steps forward and slams his palm across her cheeks with enough power to jerk her head back.

“Piece of fucking shit,” he yells in her face, “Worthless whore!”

As her piss gushes from her slit, he lowers his head to catch a mouthful, brings his face to hers and spits in her face, covering her in her urine.

The congregation gasp at the wickedness, the spectacle unfolding invades their senses, filling them with Satanic lust, they are already molesting each other, fondling, sucking.

“Let the celebrations commence, let our Father Satan use our corrupted souls to spread his love and power to bring His children to Him, Hail Satan,” Mrs Evans chants as she gestures to a willing, middle-aged man to bend over a pew.

She positions herself behind him, and they can still see the helpless whore still slumped on the cross, the special guest now biting down hard on his victim’s nipple. Not caring about his victim, his teeth clamp onto first the left, then the right nipple. His teeth were virtually chewing on them.

Mrs Evans smirks at the sight. The bent man in front of her was holding onto the pew. Mrs Evans runs her nails down the flesh of his naked back to his buttocks. Her fingers trickle between his ass cheeks, and she forces a finger into his tight shitter. 

He gasps, but it feels good to him. Mrs Evans withdraws her long finger and licks it, closing her black, Satanic-filled eyes to savour the taste, before reinserting it and slowly moving it back and forth.

Everyone was watching Mrs Evans as she once again slid her slimy finger from the man’s ass, as he looked over his shoulder back to his goddess he could feel her digit rub against his arse entrance, his breathing in short gasps as he waited for the exquisite pain that would fill his senses when she filled his shitter with that thick cock, and she did.

Mrs Evans, eyes smouldering, gripped the man’s hips and began pushing her thick cock slowly, ever deeper into his bowels. Mrs Evans gritted her teeth, her lips curled in a demonic smile, her tongue slid between her lips, her eyes black as her soul, possessed by Satan, she began shafting his well-used bum hole, both rocking back and forth as the fucking motion gathered pace.

The man breathed heavily, gripping the top of the pew to steady himself. His eyes closed so his senses could experience the impure joy of the hermaphroditic cock of his mistress, Mrs Evans.

The mystery guest watched in complete awe as Mrs Evans pummelled her devoted sex slaves shitter, his own stiff cock aching for release.

He removed his cloak and placed it on a pew, stopping for a moment to gaze at a middle-aged woman deep French kissing a small boy, their wet tongues sliding in and out of each other’s mouths as if they were long-time lovers, saliva drooling from their mouths. The young boy gripping the woman’s ample tit’s in his fist, which must have caused her pain, while she cupped the boy’s cock in her soft hand.

Some of the congregation looked on as the man stood in front of the helpless, semi-conscious woman on the cross.

He had waited a long time for this; he had paid a lot of money for the privilege of being able to live out this most wicked of desires. His cock hadn’t been this hard, he hadn’t been this pumped up with adrenaline-fuelled lust since the last time he had murdered a whore several decades before, when he was seventeen and cornered a girl in the woods, beat her, raped her and knifed her.

He himself nearly passed out when he shot his lot into her while slitting her throat. He could now relive the ecstasy. He knew many people, sick fucks like him would be watching and getting off on what they were witnessing on the dark Web.

Many sick fucks, both male and female, also paid a lot of money to tune in to watch him fulfil his darkest desire, but he had paid the most.

There were many men, women, and even some families watching, waiting to see what he would do. Some watching played with themselves, stroking cocks, fingering pussies, dildos and vibrators inserted into pussies and arses, some already fucking, some dressed up in their favourite fetish wear or even tuxedos and evening dress, sipping fine wine and champagne. Everyone wanted a show, a show of depravity.

He knew some of his sick Hollywood friends would also be watching, and he even outbid them. The mystery man stood in front of his victim, she still slumped on the cross. He held his stiff cock in his left hand, stroking.

He hit her across her face several times, which caused her head to jolt and rock back and forth. His breathing was heavy as he looked over his prize. He spat in her face several times. He hit her again. He grabbed her nipples and twisted them, enjoying the freedom he knew he had to abuse her, to inflict pain, because he could, and he could enjoy it. Satan gives him the freedom to carry out such wickedness, he thought to himself.

“Hail Satan,” he whispered to himself.

His right hand gripped the whip tightly. He brought it above his head and began whipping his helpless victim mercilessly, her slumped body becoming rigid as the painful strikes upon her exposed flesh woke her, the whip stinging her soft flesh again and again.

Beneath her gag, she tried to scream, she tried to plead for the whipping to stop, but the naked stranger in front of her would not stop. His stiff cock stood to attention, evidence of his arousal.

She struggled as hard as she could against her bonds, but the shackles were too strong; no matter how much she pulled and thrashed, the red, bloody welts on her soft skin began to multiply as the whipping continued.

Her flesh, her tit’s, her thighs, covered in bruised and bloody welts.

He held his stiff cock out proudly, and directing it at the girl, he casually urinated over her, directing the yellow stream over her pussy, her stomach and her tits. She was drenched, covered in his smelly piss.

The piss running off her body and down into the specially constructed drains specifically built to deal with human waste and blood.

He slapped her face again and again. Painful blows she could not avoid. He twisted her very red, bruised nipples so hard she squealed and cried out against her gag. He began sucking and biting her nipples, hard. Moving from one nipple to the other, he literally chewed on them, gnawing and biting, ignoring her pleas beneath her gag.

She was almost exhausted after struggling for so long to try to free herself, but her shackles were doing their job to contain their victim. The poor bitch was going nowhere.

Suddenly, she arched her back as much as she could. She pulled on her shackles in sheer desperation, trying to free herself from the assault on her nipples. If she didn’t have the gag over her mouth, her cries would be ear-shattering.

The evil bastard biting her nipple clamped down on her bruised nipple, then shook his head violently as he moved away from her body as far as he could, with her nipple clamped between his teeth. Blood and saliva covered his mouth as, finally, while still pulling and biting, he bit off her right nipple.

Blood smeared his face. Blood spewed down her body onto the floor. His eyes glazed with evil lust as he chewed on the morsel of flesh. Those around him were lost in their own ecstasy, which became more intense when they witnessed the evil he was inflicting upon his poor victim.

Even when he looked over at Mrs Evans she smiled back at him, enjoying his wickedness, as she had pumped her second load into the arse of the man she was pummelling, while beneath them father Connor sucked a mouthful of cum from the man’s stiff cock, while behind him a young girl fisted his ass, she has somehow managed to get her whole young fist into father Connor’s arse.

The masked stranger positioned himself between the legs of the poor bitch writhing against her bonds on the cross, her body racked by the pain inflicted upon her by the whip and now having her nipple chewed off, her anger showed in her eyes if any of these evil bastards present would even care to look, but nobody cared.

She wanted them to suffer as she was suffering, to inflict pain on them, to have revenge. She could do nothing as the masked stranger was now raping her cunt, pumping his stiff cock in and out, his breathing like that of a demented maniac, possessed and unburdened by any conscience, any morality, but just to get his money’s worth and to be sated.

He held onto the cross as his cock thrust in and out of her cunt. Fucking her as hard as he could, at times, he would spit on her, call her a cunt, a worthless piece of shit.

After what seemed like an age of him thrusting in and out, and on the brink of orgasm, he suddenly stopped, hardly able to hold back his own orgasm, he looked into his victim’s tired, teary eyes,

“Hail Satan!” he shouted as he suddenly produced the slim knife and plunged it into her heart.

One deliberate blow, then another, then another.

The girl’s eyes bulged with shock, not even time to scream. Just one last gasp, plus gasps of delight from those who witnessed him plunging the knife into his victim’s heart, blood spewing over him as he gripped the cross again and fucked his victim’s corpse furiously until he shot load after load of spunk into her dying body, she twitched, but no more struggle.

After his cock stopped shooting cum, into its lifeless victim, and his orgasm finally subsided, he slumped to the floor, spent, but exhilarated. He’d waited decades for the opportunity to finish off another bitch, to feel the overwhelming excitement of knifing some whore while raping her; it was the best time of his fucking life.

His arse was sat in a pool of her blood. Her blood covered his body, even his cock. He looked up at her lifeless, tortured body, a hole where the nipple once was, blood still running from her knife wounds, he looked at her cunt, his slime still oozing from its wet lips, running down her thighs. He ran his hand up her thigh and poked her wet cunt, then brought his slimy finger to his lips and sucked his own filth.

He returned his finger and pushed more fingers into her, managing to roughly squeeze his fist inside her. He was now becoming erect again; he knew he was going to enjoy this whore for several more hours, fucking her ass, her mouth. He also remembered he had an audience to please, so he was damn sure that not only was he going to get his money’s worth, but the paying audience would enjoy the spectacle too.

His wicked thoughts drifted off to the following weeks, also, and the fun he would have tormenting his victims’ grieving families. How, through the studio, he would request a meeting with them, with a film crew in tow, pretending to offer condolences. He would meet her husband, but especially looked forward to meeting her sweet young son. While looking into the innocent, sad eyes of her son, he would have a stiff cock imagining all the filthy acts he would like to inflict upon the boy. All the while wearing mommy’s panties.

THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR