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The next few chapters describe the summoning of a demon and the destruction it reeks. Whilst this adds to the structure of the story, in no way is it an accurate account of summation. Scenes have been removed from this story to comply with Literotica Submissions. As with all things concerning dark powers, do not mess with them. If you are of a sensitive nature, then please do not read on.
Four of the cloaked figures moved to the altar and began to reconfigure it by moving some of the stone facets. They seemed to move smoothly, so Callum thought they must be on rollers. The 'Y' shape was removed altogether and instead, was replaced by two longer thinner pieces that pointed out towards Callum, across the width, rather than the length. Upon these pieces were manacles. Callum could see what the intent was immediately and was suddenly filled with dread.
The four acolytes then dragged a woman into the centre of the room and approached the altar. She had a cloth bag covering her head, even without the whimpering and crying out, Callum knew it was Georgia, even had she been quiet, Callum would have known by her dress. He wanted to cry out, he wanted so to comfort her, but dare not give away to the Satanists, that he now had his full wits about him. He waited, knowing he would move the instant that her life was threatened or her wellbeing tested.
"Well Georgia, how absolutely smashing you could join us." With two of the acolytes securing her wrists to the manacles, she was bent over the altar, her beautifully proportioned behind facing away from Callum. He had completely forgotten that he was naked, completely forgotten that he had a powerful erection which the two women were concentrating on keeping as such; adding to Cassandra's saliva, their own, which dripped from the end of his bobbing cock. It was only when the hood was removed from Georgia's head and her blinking tear-filled eyes took him in, that he suddenly remembered.
"Well, I wonder if you have seen such a sight before eh Georgia?" Cassandra taunted the prone woman. "I cannot believe that working so closely together, you wouldn't have. Gorgeous isn't it? Come, come, let her see all of the magnificence of her partner's monstrous cock. Come, come." She beckoned the women to move Callum forwards, so that his cock was only inches from Georgia's face. Despite her predicament, she was unable to do anything but admire that much fantasied about object, her mouth dropping open in awe, unintentionally giving the impression that she wanted to take it in. "Not so fast, you will get your chance to taste him, with my juices all about him!" Cassandra laughed.
Michaelson stepped up behind Georgia and placed a hand upon her posterior. He ran his hand over her rounded buttock obviously enjoying the feel of her flesh through the material of her dress. "Oh, I think I am going to enjoy this one. But first I think I need to adjust her clothing?" With that, he reversed the knife and slipping it into the neck of her dress, traversed downwards, cutting the dress down the back seam all the way to the hem. Cutting at the sleeves, he pulled the dress roughly from her. Callum had to admit that even in this state and this predicament, she was indeed the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had such grace and poise, and held herself proudly, despite what the old man was doing to her.
Maybe to take her mind from what was being done, he wasn't sure, but her eyes appeared to be locked onto his cock as it was jerked between the two sets of hands. With three swift slashes, her exquisite bra had joined the dress on the floor, with another two, and Michaelson was holding her delicate panties to his face, sniffing and tasting the gusset. "Oh, but these are so sweet and so wet? What have you been up to then? I can't smell man, so have we been playing with yourself then?"
"She was watching me as I played with Callum earlier, so probably dipped her fingers."
"Ohhh, did she now?" Michaelson moved round to her front and bent to smell and taste her fingers. "Oh, so she has, you naughty girl. Masturbating, whilst watching your partner being played with. Wishing it was you playing with him I bet? Or maybe it is Cassandra that holds your interest? No matter, you will get chance to have both tonight. He shrugged off his robe. In comparison with Callum, his penis looked like that of a little boy, both in its size and its ability to attain a good sized, healthy erection. But it was stiff and Callum was dreading what he was about to do with it. If he was about to abuse Georgia, then he would have to make a move, and he knew it would be futile. He needed to wait for when all were in the throes of the orgy, before he could carry out their escape. One that would include Chrissy too.
"Acolytes, it is time for you to pay homage." He walked back round so that he stood between the two restrained women. Cassandra had moved around too and immediately knelt before the Magister and engulfed his small cock in one swallow, she sucked upon it for a small while, rising to the tip, before plunging back down, then she stood and bent over in front of Michaelson, presenting her taut behind. One of the acolytes to his left, passed him something and he began to intone. "With this symbol, we represent the giving of life," he held up a similar dildo to the one Callum had seen the other night. "With these fluids of sex, we represent your bodily fluids," he held up the chalice in his other hand, the chalice containing Niall's ejaculate. "With the bodies of these women, unwilling in sacrifice, we represent your chosen subjects, so that you may appear, by the sacred testaments, we follow in your path."
"We follow in your path." Was repeated by the acolytes.
With that he handed back the chalice and bent to the task of inserting the strapless dildo into Cassandra's pussy, it slipped in with ease, a testament to her state of arousal. She then stood, proudly displaying her erection, and took another from the acolyte as Michaelson took back the chalice and began again. "With this symbol," Cassandra held the phallus above her head, as the next acolyte stepped forwards, dropped her robe, knelt before Michaelson, and took his cock into her mouth. She then stood, bent double in front of Cassandra and too received the bulbous end of the strapless dildo between her pussy lips. This continued until the only two acolytes without a phallus, were the two holding Callum, by the wrists. They took their turn next, and were immediately replaced with two others, at his side, one tenderly grasped his thick cock and whimpered in his ear, the other knelt before him and took his head into her mouth, running her tongue about the glistening shiny plum. As the second to last acolyte knelt before Michaelson and took his cock into her mouth, it was evident that he was having trouble. "With this...symbol...we represent...ohhh fuck, uh, uh." The old man thrust his hips forwards.
The beautiful young acolyte, sucking upon his cock, was by the look of her awkwardness, quite new to giving a blow-job, maybe this was her first ever time. She suddenly pulled back gagging, as she received a spurt of ejaculate into the mouth and a dribble of more, fell to her breasts. She appeared unsure what to do with it and looked to Cassandra. "Don't swallow it Izzy, spit it into the chalice." The hapless girl, held onto it in her mouth as Michaelson brought the chalice down to his cock. "Finish it!" Cassandra ordered Izzy, "Wank the remaining contents into the chalice." Izzy did as bid and a couple of drops dribbled out of Michaelson's cock. She then spat the contents of her mouth into it and scaping the come off her breasts with her fingers, deposited that into the cup also. She stood, looking across at Callum, somewhat with a disgusted expression. Then looked longingly at Callum's pulsing erection, before bending over and accepting her own phallus.
The last Acolyte, went through the same process, but Michaelson was fully flaccid by that time, and unlikely to be otherwise for quite some time. "Fuck," he said, "so many fine-looking pieces of arse, and pouting pussies, I could not control my own beast. That is unprecedented."
"No matter, said Cassandra, seeming rather pleased, we have our young stud here; don't we Callum?"