“Where are we going Father?”
“You have been chosen child”
I didn’t question and I didn’t hesitate to follow him down the stairs as he locked the door behind us. I could hear chanting from somewhere below but still I was like a lamb being led to slaughter. I was innocent and unknowing, ready to give myself freely to whom had chosen me or been chosen for me. The training in the confessional had prepared me for this, I knew this. It had been instilled into my subconscious mind. I was to submit. This was what I had been prepared for. I would be fertile soon.
The chanting was growing louder as we got closer. Suddenly, we found ourselves in a large circular room with altar like platforms scattered around in some sort of pattern I couldn’t discern. All were occupied with women and girls, some I knew. All altars were the same shape and size except the white one in the center of the room was larger. Each was the shape of a prone person, much like the chalk outline of a crime scene body except each had clamps to lock the wrists above the heads of the nude women that were lain out on them and clamps to hold the ankles, with their legs stretched wide exposing them. Each altar was about groin height from the floor and was split so men could stand between the women’s legs and have access to them. Around the room were masked men in brown robes walking in a circle around the room. They were the ones chanting.
I watched in fascination as I was led to the large white altar in the middle of the room and told to stand upon it. There were ramps along either side to walk up on. There were no clamps upon this altar like the others; there were clamps for my wrists hanging down from the ceiling. Instinctively I disrobed for all to see and my robe was laid back upon the altar behind me. I instinctively raised my hands to the restraints and had them snapped closed around my wrists by Father Jason. I only saw him hiding in the shadows after that, watching. He had delivered me.
There were moans of approval of all in the room as I was suspended there for them to see. There were two men, identical twins stationed beside me that did not take part in the ritual going on around the room. They concentrated their attention upon on me and would rub their engorged hardness between my legs from behind and in front of me. They were gorgeous muscular types, I thought body builders except they had strange eyes and their manhood’s were harder, larger and longer than I had ever seen before and reddened like they were sunburned with large swollen purplish red heads. They were hot to the touch also and when they were placed against me the heat would penetrate and excite me. When the one behind me would slide his hardness between my legs and rub against my swollen lips, I could look down and see his rod sticking out five or six inches past my love mound.
As the chanting progressed, the robes fell to the floor and each man would take his position between the legs of a woman and in certain parts of the chant, each would enter her thrusting to the pace of the chant. When the chant would order them to move, they would withdraw and move to another woman. Occasionally a man would release his seed into a woman and then move on. As the men moved around the room woman to woman, one or two would come up to me, run their hands over me tweaking my breasts, suckling at them and rubbing against me, never entering me but sliding their engorged cocks across my swelling pussy. The two hunks beside me would hold me for them. I knew this was to prepare me subconsciously, for I knew this was the mating chant and it was working. I could feel my body preparing its self for my chosen mate. My juices were flowing, I could feel the moisture seeping from me and running down my thighs. I could see my moisture glistening on the men’s cocks as they moved away from me, my moisture and that of the other women.
This went on for hours and still none entered me. It was torture for me. I could feel and smell the heat from my pussy; my flower was completely swollen open, wanting to feel the hardness of an engorged cock enter me. Still I watched and waited as the chant kept on and those around the room mated with all of the women stretched out for them. I watched as each man entered and ejaculated as he moaned in his release. The women were moaning in their releases also and begging for more. I was begging for mine. Still they only came to me and rubbed against me heightening my desire to mate and still no mate. I was covered in sweat, mine and the others as they rubbed themselves against me. My swollen pussy and legs were covered with cum of the others but still, none was inside me. I wondered how much longer it would be before one would slip and enter me or what would happen if one did? The men were finally getting exhausted and the chant finally stopped. I watched as the men unfastened the women and they all approached me and stood around the altar. Finally the two men who had stood behind unfastened my wrists and laid me back upon my robe.
I had been too mesmerized by the mating going on around me that I had somewhat forgotten about their enormous engorgements. They were huge, larger than I had ever seen and as they laid me back I reached for them, wanting them both. Were these to be my mates I thought as I gripped their hot poles and tried to bring each to my open flower?
Each took a turn rubbing them against me, passing the engorged head of their cocks across my opening of want, pausing only long enough for me to buck up to it and try to get it to enter me. Each time they would pull away. I could see my juices and those of the others that had rubbed against me coating their engorged heads but it wasn’t until I was aware of a chant starting that they each finally positioned themselves and took turns entering me. Their entries were sudden and hard bringing gasps from me as they thrust in hard and bottomed out burying the entire length of their cocks inside me. Thrust in and pull out and change places, Thrust in and pull out and change places.
I was withering in ecstasy and tried to wrap my legs around them to keep them in but found my legs were held down by the others. Their cocks felt hot inside me. Suddenly they stopped and before they moved their cocks away, they each held their cock against my opening and slowly pushed the head in and cum inside me, just filling the opening of my sex. It felt like it seared my opening it felt so hot. With that done, they started caressing me with their hands. All in the room were reaching and caressing me. I had not cum with them inside me and was disappointed in my need.
“Hail Master, Lord of Darkness, your chosen mate awaits you,” was being repeated over and over.
I was suddenly aware of excitement in the room as the crowd began to part and this large creature moved over to me. I was not frightened of this thing. I would have been if I had not been prepared for him. He was ugly and scaly but beautiful to me. As he climbed upon our mating altar, I wanted him and reached out to him. His cock was huge and scaly, hot in my hands as I guided it to me and slid the engorged head across my opening several times wetting it. I held it to me as he suddenly thrust into me causing me to scream in sudden pain and ecstasy. I had never felt anything so hot and large inside me. I felt like I was being pulled inside out as he began thrusting in and out. It was at first painful but as he continued, I was pushed past the pain and was in ecstasy. It was one continuous intense orgasm the whole time he was inside me thrusting away. When he came, the heat from him intensified and it felt like my insides were being scalded but yet I bucked up to meet him and milked him through his release. He roared in his release as his seed filled me. His heat was emanating through me and out of me for all to feel.
The chanting intensified.
“Hail Mistress, Queen of Darkness, we are your servants.”
My body was exhausted and fulfilled. His heat ran from me as he pulled free and puddled under my hips where others gathered it in their hands and rubbed it over me, coating my body with it. It was hot and burned or felt like it was burning as they coated my breasts, stomach and love mound.
At some point, I passed out and when I awoke, I found I was home in bed wondering about the dream I just had. I was confused. Had that happened? Groggily I slipped from the bed and made my way to the bathroom. Again, I was sore when I walked and when I felt there, it was hot. Actually I felt hot all over and thought as I looked at myself in the mirror, I must be coming down with a fever. I hope it isn’t the flu I thought as I drank the glass of dark liquid that was there by the sink and went back to bed. I lay there for a while thinking I would call in sick in the morning and not go to classes.
