The Belmont Ascendancy Ch 01

The Belmont Ascendancy: The Merryweather Coven

The halls of the 'Retreat' were steeped in history and evil. The Wilson Merriweather Institute acquired the property and within a few short months opened its doors to its paying clientele who joined the community to 'find' themselves and gain knowledge about the reality they inhabited.

Of course, Merryweather offered the usual rounds of seminars, meditations, and healthy outdoor activities, but he had a different roster for the very select few. The super-rich, or super-lost were inducted into the 'Black Chamber' and shown the real power in the universe, or so they believed.

Tonight, Merryweather had called his latest guests and offered them wine from his bevvy of handsome young men in black shirts and pants and beautiful girls dressed in simple black wrap-around dresses. The guests included a pair of social influencers; Missy Moody and Destiny Smith; whose combined followers numbered in the millions and two older bored rich men and a married couple, one of whom was a judge in the High Court, and his most valued guest, the stunning Harmony Dixon, the up-and-coming film actress and her PA, a nondescript blonde; quiet and shy. The group had been hand-picked from over a hundred other willing applicants. Merryweather stood in a black suit, shirt and tie and smiled warmly. He was a tall, grey-haired figure with a toned muscular body and piercing unnerving grey eyes. His expression was sharp, as was his nose. His wealth and notoriety made him the essential guest at parties in the city, nestled in the valley below.

"Welcome, to you all, I am so gratified that you were able to join at this most auspicious moment in time. Now, if you would make your way through, and meet our most special guest," As Merryweather welcomed the group, all two of the serving staff moved silently into the adjoining room, leaving only two to escort the assembled guests into the 'Black Chamber'. The guests began to move slowly towards the now open double doors of ebony wood, they were all curious, as their invitations had promised them such revelations that they all had made great efforts to attend. As the group crossed the threshold of the dark room, one male and female appeared and bowed to each guest, seemingly careless of their nudity. Both were physically attractive, the man with an excellent toned physique and large flaccid penis and the girl with pert invitingly upturned breasts and a trimmed thatch of black pubic hair crowning her shaved lips.

"Oh, my god!" Destiny Smith eyed one of the young men, taking in his perfect body, and then she glanced at the size of the flaccid cock that hung suggestively on his muscled torso, "What have we got into?" She turned to Missy,

"I don't care but I want that cock in my mouth in an hour!" Missy chuckled,

"You can have anything or anyone you want here, Missy," Merryweather whispered, as he walked over and smiled slyly.

As the gathering filled the room, large free-standing candelabras stood large white candles illuminated the large round room, and above them, a dome of glass, allowing the full moon to shower them in silver. Merryweather circled them and then held out his arms,

"Ladies and gentlemen, our most special guest; Mr Asmodeus, our founder and benefactor," Merryweather bowed awaiting his entry.

A tall, lean man with jet black hair in a ponytail and a black suit, shoes and tie stepped out of the shadows and smiled warmly, "I welcome you to my home. Here there are no rules or restrictions, no morals or limitations. Here is the garden of Earth that God gave Man and I give the keys to its delights!"

As he spoke, as if to each person individually, their sense of reality began to shift. His words hung in the air seductively, teasingly terrible yet wonderfully exciting. His voice slithered around the room like a snake that told them stories and muttered into their minds. The room began to grow hot and humid. Asmodeus spoke to each guest, whispering to them, telling them what they wanted to know and permitting them to act as they wanted. As he spoke the room was filled with the heavy scent of incense, the heat of the candles became unbearable and then the clothes they stood in, became too much of a burden, loosening them as the room was suddenly filled with the entire staff, all of whom were naked. With their ears ringing with the words of the 'special guest', their minds slipped away, and bestial desires began to boil up from their collective loins. Each staff member wore a collar of black, the men had painfully stiff erections, and the women were in a violent state of sexual excitement, as they rubbed at their vulvas and pinched their nipples. The chamber filled with a heady mix of sex and heavy breathing as the influence of Mr Asmodeus ensnared their senses and their dirty, nasty sexual fantasies surfaced like cream upon milk.

Within moments, the assembly of guests were treated to a show of kissing licking or stroking each other, the room was filled with groans, moans and wordless gasps. The words of Asmodeus, wisps of oily black smoke slid into their ears and eyes and mouths became like beasts,

"Look upon the flesh of humans and indulge yourself. There is no right or wrong; there is desire and that is all that matters," Asmodeus grinned viciously and immediately the guests, having been permitted to release their pent-up desires. With clothes now being shed, the staff detached themselves from each other and each found a man or woman to touch, stroke or begin to fellate.

Merryweather was thrilled, he watched each of his guests flinging themselves into the orgy and most importantly Asmodeus was pleased with the crop of new supplicants. The two older men, rich beyond the dreams of avarice were deep within the physical evils. As one had his cock up in the tight anus of one of the young serving girls; his own asshole was being licked furiously by another young staff member, who in turn was having his own asshole filled by the second wealthy man, who was occasionally pulling out to enjoy his prick cleaned by another waiting mouth. The whole spectacle was a gristly centipede being enacted for the amusement of the special guest: Mr Asmodeus. He stood to one side and smiled as the humans indulged themselves and as he looked around, he spied only one who had not surrendered to the debauchery; the quiet blonde PA. Asmodeus glanced over to Merryweather, who caught his master's eye and walked over to the mousey woman,

"Come now Miss, there is nothing to be afraid of. Here we can cater to any desire; would you like a boy or girl or both?" He smiled confidently, this one would not be the first to resist the Black Chamber, but they all succumbed in the end.

"I...I "She stammered and turned away. Merryweather edged closer and then reached out a hand. The woman shifted as his hand touched her shoulder.

Merriweather suddenly felt that something was wrong, something elusive. He withdrew his hand and then glanced over his shoulder to catch Asmodeus's eye but couldn't see him. He looked back and the shy, painfully quiet was no longer there. In her place, a black-haired woman with a half mask covering her lower face,

"Who...." Merryweather didn't have the opportunity to finish the sentence as a thin sharp blade slashed him across his throat, almost to the bone. He staggered, his eye wide and his blood spurted across the wall in heaving wet pumps from his jugular. With uncommon swiftness, the woman caught his body and slowly leaned him closer to make her movements, and from around her waist she pulled at a concealed metal-handled leather whip and in the other hand, she held the long-bladed dagger. After the briefest moment with Merryweather's body slumped against her, she had a chance to glance across the room filled with naked cavorting bodies. She was looking for Asmodeus, but she couldn't see him. Finding one figure was not easy with all the bodies in various attitudes of entanglement, the women were being given the full attention of at least two or even three men. Missy had got her wish and had the large erect dick, she had spied on earlier, in her mouth, as another dick was pounding her cunt like a jackhammer. A further cock was being stroked, ready to substitute, as needed. Her friend was much further down the route and had one dick in her pussy and a second dick threading in and out of her tight asshole; her shrieks were both loud and full of obscenities,

"Fuck my asshole, you dirty boy!" She gasped as the pounding of her holes continued.

As Merriweather's body grew heavier, the woman allowed it to slowly slip down, her still seeking her quarry. Suddenly there Asmodeus was; standing over one of the other staff members being fucked on her hands and knees by the judge's husband, while the wife was being pleasured orally at the same time. The act seemed to fascinate him; he looked down at the three of them with a faint amusement.

It was the last thing Asmodeus saw, in that particular body, as the consecrated whip hissed through the air across the room, and slashed the astonished being across his face, gouging him deeply. The scream was unworldly, the skin hissed, split and burned like acid,

"How dare you!", Asmodeus's face contorted foully, and sharp fangs sprang from his mouth and his skin became white as his silver mane,

"Begone from this realm, foul devil!" The whip cracked again and a second struck at Asmodeus's body tearing across his chest, which caused the whole body to burst apart and burn.

Only then was Asmodeus's true corporeal form visible; a truly terrifying state of white-scaled skin, reptilian, tailed and bat-winged and horned. The masked woman stood, unnerved her whip ready in her hand.

Meanwhile, as the battle began the awful orgy of bodies was disturbed from their foulness. The young staff, tainted by evil screamed and their bodies shifted and moved unnaturally, their beauty now as ugly as their true daemonic selves had dropped their facades. The guests screamed in revulsion, pulling their genitals from the reptilian orifices and scrambling away from the engorged snake-like protuberances that had been so eagerly entertained by both men and women.

In the confusion, the young woman dealt more terrible injury to the daemonic-like devil and soon, the figure began to lose its hold in this plane of existence. Finally, the figure shrieked as its head was tored asunder; at that moment the devil retreated to hell and the woman stood alone admist the carnage and the firengthened bodies of the would-be supplicants,

"What happened? Who are you?" Missy cried out,

"Maria Belmont and you have just been saved from a descendent into hell! Be thankful!" She gathered her whip and took to her heels before anyone could question her further.

End of Chapter One.