Secret locations, chanting male members, naked slut sacrifices and – lots of sexual abuse and torture. Does the devil really appear? Is his massive cock the only thing that splits their pussies and arse holes wide open? Perhaps, but then the membership learn quickly, mimicking their master and - the girls? Who cares? They have no say in it.
A good all round story of ceremonial preparation and sexual sacrifice.
EXTRACT
In the holding cells on the island, in the tunnels below the abbey,
the magistrate was exercising his priest’s privilege. He moved slowly
down the corridor, peering into each cell in turn and making his
selection. The vast new influx of young girls brought in made his task
a true delight if a little confusing, they were all such wonderful
little beauties. Choosing one from the many was difficult indeed, but
he had time and he took it. The man leered and drooled over each of
the sobbing sluts in turn, most of whom cowered back in the far
corners of their cells in fear of him. That fact pleased the
magistrate; it increased his sense of command and authority. He loved
the way their little faces showed bewilderment and confusion, fear and
apprehension. All new captives were the same, fearing the unknown and
not having a clue as to why they had been taken or what lay in store
for them.
Along the corridor he moved, totally naked but hooded to
retain anonymity and with his hard cock sticking out and pulsing in
high arousal. He halted and gave a low throaty growl as he spied the
tall blonde in the next cell. His cock reared up and throbbed
incessantly as he ogled the leggy slut in the skimpy school uniform.
His choice had been made; he took the coil of soft rope hanging on the
hook by side of the cell door and readied the keys. The man’s hands
trembled in his excitement, fumbling clumsily with the key in his
haste as he unlocked the door and stepped in.
The girl cowered back, her arms wrapped across her chest
defensively and a pleading look in her eyes.
The magistrate locked the cell door from the inside and sat
down on the hard wooden bench to the side of the room. He sat silently
for many minutes leering at her long slender thighs as she whimpered
with fear in the opposite corner.
“Come here, girl,” he said at last.
Her gaze flicked down to his hard erection and she shook her
head slowly.
“I won’t hurt you,” he reassured softly and then his tone
became more severe, “If that is, you do as I say.”
Gradually and under his soft coaxing she edged hesitantly
forward, gaining in confidence as his smile and soft voice urged her
to him. She stood now close to his side, looking down often at his
hard twitching cock.
“You are a most attractive girl,” he complimented.
She gave a nervous smile.
“Thank you. But why have I been brought…?”
“Hush my beauty,” he said in a velvety tone, “All will be
revealed soon.”
The swiftness of the movement took her completely but
surprise, she could only squeal as he snatched at the side collar of
her blouse and dragged her roughly face down across his lap. The girl
struggled and screamed, her arms and legs flailing in a desperate
attempt to break free.
