Hitchhiing Satanists

Jayme.

Having not slept at all, Jayme stumbled into the kitchen black smudges of make-up underneath her bloodshot eyes. The updates had stopped around 5pm and since then she had not heard a single word from him. They had been talking online for an entire year nearly daily, and suddenly, nothing. She could not help but replay their plans over and over. It was her 18th birthday yesterday, so on a whim, he decided to finally drive all the way to meet her. He said he would arrive between 4 - 6AM and then they could go out to breakfast and a weekend getaway after they possibly cuddled for a while since her parents were gone already to work by then. After all, she imagined they would want to spend some time alone first considering how hot they had began getting in their text messages and phone calls. But, she also really had no idea what that was like in real life. Up until meeting Jameson online she had been pretty sheltered going to the local catholic school and generally being the good girl everyone thought she was.

Pulling the fridge open sharply she tried to shove her thoughts away, and poured herself a glass of orange juice. Sitting at one of the teal barstools at the kitchen island she chugged the glass down and slammed it onto the butcher block counter. She imagined this was the most depressed she had been in her entire life. So hopelessly abandoned by the first man she had loved. A hiccupy whine began to slowly escape but was interrupted by her cellphone ringing. Jayme jumped and put the phone to her ear, "Hello?!" She said excitedly without even checking the caller.

"Hey girl, I'm surprised you answered. I thought Mr. Hotstuff baseball player was going to be there by now." Devon, Jamie's, best / only friend didn't sound to surprised which made her heart break even more. Devon was well versed in the ways of men and seemed to have up to four boyfriends at a time and dropped them as soon as pleasing her was not their prime objective.

Just as she was about to respond her phone chimed and a text came through from Jameson. Sorry I ghosted you this morning. Meet me in El Paso. Was all the text said and an address came immediately after.

A coy smile spread across her face imagining this was just the start of their little getaway. Of course she was still mad, but all hope was not lost. He would play these games with her often sending her on a roller coaster of emotions, something she naively liked about him.

".... Hello?" Devon's voice snapped Jayme back to reality.

"Oh Devvy, can you bring me to El Paso to meet Jameson? I will pay for your gas their and back, please?" Jayme begged her friend with her most pitiful voice..

"Ugh, fine. But only because I want to meet him too, and make sure he is safe. I didn't like the idea of you two running off without me anyways. I bet the dumbass didn't even leave last night when you said he did."

Hours later they were speeding down I-5.

"I can't believe he is even further away than where he started from. This man is playing games with you. I told you, YOU were supposed to be the one playing games. Now I'm tagging along like some little cock hungry hussie. I can't believe you talked me in to this." Devon was still ranting through her obvious hate for the frat boy crush but Jayme knew she was actually going because she cared, and Jayme loved her for that.

The girls took turns driving through the night and only stopped to get gas and snacks until they were nearly to their destination. 24 hours had gone by and Jayme asked if they could stop to freshen up at a truck stop outside of El Paso.

Inside Jayme brushed her teeth and hair, and also cleaned the more sensitive spots on her body, she didn't know how intimate they might get right away. In the stall changing she blushed imagine him touching her. She slid her small fingers down underneath her panties. She had shaved a little runway strip like he requested and the smoothness shocked her. It felt so good it gave her goosebumps imaging his fingers gently rubbing circles around her clit, not quite touching it. She was so into the gentle touching of herself she moaned loudly. Jayme snapped back to reality as she head another woman in the rest room cough.

Mortified she finished dressing in the little catholic school girl outfit he also requested, with her own spin on things. The shirt was just above her knees but underneath she wore nothing but fishnets. Her top was simply a crisp white button up that you could almost make out her nipples through.

Stepping out of the stall she glanced at herself in the mirror and scurried out before anyone could see her. Something in the back of her head said she was foolish, dressed so childish and so far from home.

Devon also changed, but was far from an innocent school girl look. Devon was wearing a black backless halter top and low rise jeans. Her smokey eyes and red lipstick matched well with her sandy blond hair that was pulled back into a messy bun. She was also almost a foot taller than Jayme and it made her pang with jealousy. Jayme really did feel like a little girl standing next to the well endowed woman driving the car next to her. Not knowing what to do with her wavy brown hair she pulled it back into pigtails, also like he requested. Devon made it only a mile before she couldn't help but giggle. "I'm starting to think maybe he liked you more when you were 17."

"Shut up," Was all Jayme could manage back.

Finally, they pulled into their destination, a run down white house surrounded by nothing. Jameson's Geo Metro the only vehicle sitting in the drive way.

As soon as they pull in her phone blows up with a borage of texts from Jameson after he hadn't texted her back the entire drive. She pulls open the first message and squeaks. Its Jameson's Arizona criminal history. At least 4 counts of statutory rape and several sexual abuse charges and more rape charges. All seem to have been dropped. She opens the others and they are all images of his conversations with other girls, all seem to be about her age and just as naive. Devon snatches the phone, "That piece of shit! I knew it!" She screams as she wrenches her little VW Beatle door open. Jayme, sobbing, but equally angry and nauseous follows close behind. Devon flies through the front door of the house, but the house is dark, all of the windows have tin foil covering them. No furniture can be seen but there is a hypnotic throbbing coming from the back room. Pulsating music and the creaking sounds of material moving about. A purple light glows under the door and Devon, having lost her momentum, slowly opens the door. This time Jayme screams and faints.

She awakens, being cradled by several sets of hands, all feminine and caring for her body. She starts whens she realizes her breasts are exposed anther shirt hanging open. She starts to cover them but one hand rests firmly on her clit. "He was going to hurt you," A strong female voice whispers. "I can make you feel better, and so will your new pet." The pressure on her clit increases and she moans softly, "Can I continue then?" Jayme simply nods her head and immediately the hand rubs her harder. She cries out again, in pleasure, then remembers Devon, and Jameson. Jayme lurches forward, and the petting stops. Jayme's wild eyes look around the dimly lit room. Music is playing from huge speakers in the two back corners. Jameson is there. He is wearing leather from neck to toe, but she knows its him because his curly brown hair is falling down next to his face, a look of ecstasy blooming on his face. She can see his hands tied behind his back and he is resting bent over a swing. A dark haired woman, also wearing all black is behind him pounding into him with a huge strap on. What at first she thought was torture she could see now was something kinkier than she could have ever imagine, and it thrilled her. She looks into the woman's eyes who was speaking and rubbing her, she has red hair and big dark green eyes, on the other side of her is Devon, whose huge breasts are also exposed and her jeans are on the floor next to her, a third woman is pulling off her underwear and kissing down her thighs. Devon, also, has a look of pure ecstasy on her face.

Looking back at the red haired woman, Jayme submits by nodding her head for her to continue. The red head smiles and slips her fingers back down to Jayme's clit, rubbing so suddenly and vigorously Jayme throws her head back and cries out again. The hand is rubbing her clit and toying with opening of her vagina. "Oh god," Jayme moans, "Fuck me" she begs, and the red head thrusts one finger deep inside Jayme's wet throbbing pussy and this send her over the edge into the first orgasm she has ever experienced.

"You are so tight, do you think you are ready for the big guy over there? This time it's on your terms." Jayme nods and allows the red head to drag her over to Jameson. The woman behind him is still pounding him with the strap on as the red head unzips the suit to unleash his giant cock. It is rock hard and ready for Jayme already. "Your terms Jayme, use him like her would have used you." Not quite understanding Jayme just follows her instincts, her pussy tightens at the sight of his cock so she crawls on all fours and prostrates her self in front of him and slowly backs up until his cock is resting between his legs.

Jameson senses her there ad thrusts his hips forward, trying to find her wet entrance. At first she shies away but then the red head is sliding her head between her arms and moving her face down to Jayme's pussy as well. Just as the first flicks of her tongue touch Jayme's clit, the red head also thrusts her completely smooth pussy up into her face. Jayme finally moves slightly so Jameson's cock forces his way into her tight pussy, barely getting it all in, Jayme also opens her mouth and tastes the red heads pussy.

Suddenly a frenzy takes over and Jayme no longer knows where her body ends and everyone else begins. The red head is sucking Jayme's clit while Jameson's balls hit her head as he is pounded into Jayme by the dark haired woman with the strap on fucking Jameson. All the while Jayme can't help but lick and suck the red heads clit and pussy, not able to get enough of the taste. This might have gone on for minutes or hours she has have no idea, but when its over the mess of bodies lay half clothed on the ground with Jameson in the middle.

Jayme sits up in horror. "What the fuck just happened?" She pulls her shirt around her and stands. Devon and everyone but the red head are sleeping.

"Shhh.." She whispers and wags her finger prompting Jayme to follow. They step out of the loud dark room and into the hallway. For the first time she notices pentagrams and other graffiti covering the walls of the assumed abandoned house. The red head is wearing nothing but her tiny lace underwear. Her barefeet look petite and foreign on such a dirty floor. "You now have a choice Jayme. I live a life of pleasure and punishing those who take it forcefully. Jameson is not a good man, and your encounter was not going to end well as he displays a certain pattern. I find these men, blind them with pleasure, and then punish them." She walks to a small table and sits at one of the chairs, finding a cigarette on the table and lighting it, she takes a long drag.

"What is my choice?" Jayme nervously asks.

The red head smiles and looks Jayme in the eyes. "You had a lot of fun in there, I promise, had you rejected our advances we would have sent you home. Your friend is a glutton for pleasure herself." She takes another long drag of her cigarette before perching it on the ashtray. "Join us Jayme, Devon will if you do. Help me find these men that think women are to be used and we will use them. First, we will punish Jameson."