Chapter 2
The two assistants of Bella Sime, namely Wilson Holloway and Kimberly, secured Angela and Damon to the altar.
Angela stood with her feet on the floor, her lower body vertical, and her upper body above the waist stretched across the altar.
Her creamy breasts with their dark brown nipples pressed flat, excess bosom flesh oozing off the sides. Angela's head overhung the opposite end of the altar.
Her feet were spread wider than shoulder-width apart, then manacled.
Restraints were attached to the base of the altar on either side, and there were two sets of each, so that two might be restrained at once.
Cuffs were locked around Angela's ankles. Short chains, fastened to the cuffs, locked her feet into position.
Bent forward as she was, her broad bottom arched outward.
Under the tawny full cheeks of her ass, the fleshy pussy lips quivered.
Angela lay on the table with her arms stretched out in front of her, pressing the sides of her head.
On the opposite side of the table, her hands were manacled by Wilson Holloway, who locked thick leather cuffs around the wrists.
like the foot fetters, these manacles were secured via chains to the altar.
Damon was similarly positioned and secured to the altar.
He and Angela faced the assembled cultists in profile, and lay side by side on the altar, their flanks touching.
Bella Sime now stepped forward, facing the cultists.
Kimberly stood behind Bella, and undid the clasp which held her cloak closed at the neck, so that it draped her shoulders and covered her like a cape.
It was now removed, revealing Bella's bizarre garb.
She was bare-breasted, her flesh all shiny and pale, except for the nipples, which were dark buttons, sharply pointed.
A black leather waist cincher corseted her middle, plumping up the breasts and the buttocks, giving added hourglass curves to her physique.
The cincher was decorated with shiny metal studs, which glinted in the reflected candlelight from those black penis-shaped candles.
Bella wore a kind of scanty black triangle which barely covered her pubic mound, and a pair of thigh-high black leather boots.
She had full, heavy breasts, breasts which were upright and high. Her hips were wide and heavy, with a broad bottom and thick thighs.
She took up the cat and lovingly brandished it.
Caressingly she ran those supple snake-like leather thongs through her fingers.
Booted legs strode over the platform. It was now so still and quiet that the tap of her high heeled boots was quite clearly audible.
It seemed that Damon and Angela flinched each time one of those spiked high heels clicked down closer to them.
Bella reached for the catch that kept on her G-string.
It came off, and then she was naked except for cincher, boots, and a pair of studded black leather bracelets on either wrist.
She had a thick black bush and rosy, swollen, fleshy labia.
She halted behind Damon, stood facing his bottom, which was outthrust from the bondage position in which he was secured.
She turned the cat handle in her hand, so that the pommel of it was pointed downward at his ass, which quivered from her closeness.
The cat handle was penis-shaped, a dildo, consisting of a thick leather covered shaft terminating in a wide bullet-shaped head.
Bella prodded Damon's slack buttocks with the head of the dildo handle.
He flinched and tightened up, clenching his buttocks.
Bella chuckled throatily.
She ran her cat up his spine, as she crossed behind the table to move to Angela.
Taking up a position behind Angela, she stroked the smooth insides of Angela's plump taut thighs with the dildo cat handle.
The dildo rode up to Angela's pussy.
Bella pressed the dildo tip against the quivering pussy lips.
Angela stilled a groan as Bella pried open the labia with the dildo head to expose a pink flash of slippery inner membranes.
Enough of such teasing foolishness.
Bella straightened up, wicked malice making her eyes shine.
She slashed the cat down on Angela's ass.
Angela tautened with pain.
Again Bella struck, and again, and again.
Angela tried to stifle her cries, but by the third stroke, she cried out loud, and by the tenth stroke, she was shrieking.
She tore against the bonds which secured her to the altar, but they were well built, and held her a helpless prisoner.
Bella's plump globes of milky-white bosom flesh arched and fell as she wielded the cat, a task to which she had obviously warmed.
The leather thongs made vicious cutting sounds against soft flesh.
Each time they fell on Angela, nine thin red slices were cut into the fine-textured flesh of her bottom, nine slashes for each stroke.
Bella gave her ten in all.
When she was done, the sound of Angela's sobbing was very loud indeed.
The assembled cultists stirred restively, murmuring with barely suppressed excitement, their hooded heads bobbing.
Bella crossed back to Damon now.
Muscles writhed in his flesh, as he tensed himself in anticipation of the blow.
Bella was in a state of high sexual excitement.
Her fat nipples stood out stiffly, throbbing. She cupped her breasts and squeezed the nipples for an instant.
She fooled Damon by not immediately striking.
She let the very tips of the thongs fall lightly on the rounded curve of his tight, hairy, rounded rump.
She let them slide up and down, raising chills in his spine.
Then she slashed down the cat, making Damon writhe.
Strange sight, to see this evil-faced, buxom bitch whipping a muscular young man who had willingly offered himself up for her sadistic pleasure.
And the pleasure of this cult.
Damon groaned and gurgled as he was whipped.
Perhaps he entertained some thought of taking it like a man, of silently suffering through the administration of the strokes.
If so, he was to be disappointed in this goal, for by the time that the tenth stroke sizzled down on him, he shrieked like Angela had done.
There was something high and womanishly wailing in his sobbing cries that Lupus found delicious.
Apparently the whipping scene had the same effect on the cultists, since they trembled with emotion, and could barely contain themselves.
The final stroke was delivered.
Angela and Damon each had suffered ten searing strokes of the cat.
Their bottoms twitched. Red marks, raw and wet, crisscrossed their buttocks. Their shoulders shook from sobbing.
Bella put her hand on Damon's ass and rubbed it.
She held her hand up, which now had thin red blood smeared on it.
She licked it, then smacked her lips.
Time for the Kiss of Submission ...
Bella had just whipped Damon's ass. Angela's head was close to her, since the victims had been bound facing each other.
Bella took hold of a handful of Angela's hair.
Angela sobbed as Bella yanked her head up.
Angela's face was red and glistened with tears. Her eyes watered.
Holding Angela's head up, Bella turned and presented her bare bottom.
Bella had a strong mature adult body, with broad shoulders, a wide bottom, and a pair of oversized cheeks, full and unblemished and shining.
Those ripely rounded ivory cheeks quivered as she presented them.
Bella, smirking, reached behind herself and took hold of her buttocks, pulling them to the sides and spreading them open.
Nestled deep in the crack of her ass was the brown button of her anus.
She arched her bottom back, pressing it against Angela's teary face.
Angela's face was wedged between the bottom cheeks.
She must give the Kiss of Submission-a respectful kiss pressed right on Bella's ass-hole.
Angela made obeisance and kissed Bella's hole.
Bella then released Angela, and went to Damon's head, where she presented her plump backside and opened her ass for his kiss.
This part of the ritual observed, it was time to move to more intimate celebration of Satan and all his unholy works of the flesh.
Bella took up a position back at Damon's backside.
Kimberly came forth, holding a silver tray in both hands.
On that tray was a jar of ointment.
Bella stepped back, signaling Kimberly to continue.
The young thrill seeker shivered in a state of high excitement. Her glazed eyes seemed ready to pop from their sockets.
Veins swelled in her forehead and neck. Bizarre emotions crossed over her face. Red spots of color flared in her cheeks.
She set the tray down on a nearby podium, and opened the jar of ointment.
Standing behind Damon, she took hold of his buttocks, ignoring the stifled cries of pain coming from him from this handling.
She spread his cheeks, exposing the rosebud button of his anus.
Scooping out some greasy ointment, she smeared it in the crack of his ass, massaging it into the anal folds and stuffing it inside.
When she let go of his buttocks, her hands were smeared with thin red blood.
She smeared it on her lips and licked it. .
Bella nodded approvingly.
She turned her cat upside-down, so that its leather thongs sprouted from the bottom of the handle like the whisks of a broom.
She held the dildo handle upright, suggestively, while Kimberly smeared the bullet head and thick shaft of it with ointment.
Kimberly joined Wilson Holloway on the opposite side of the altar.
Holloway took up a switch-a nasty item, but a toy compared to the cat.
The switch was a yard long, thin, wickedly tapered, flexible, whippy.
He handed it to Kimberly. Her cloak hindered the freedom of hre movements, so she took it off, affording Lupus his first real look at her flesh.
She was tall, slim, aristocratic, coltish. She had small pert perfectly formed breasts, with uptilted pink button nipples.
She had long shapely arms and legs. Her torso was narrow, elongated. She had sharp hip bones and a nicely rounded bottom.
Her bush was dark and fluffy, covering a pair of fragile labia which in their turn covered the narrow cleft of her slit.
Her legs were very long, with taut thighs and shapely calves.
Kimberly held the switch in both hands, so that it stretched across the middle of her thighs. She flexed the switch.
Now Wilson Holloway joined Bella on the other side of the altar.
Kimberly faced Damon, whose head overhung the edge of the altar.
His eyes were wet and fat tears spilled from them. Under a coat of tears and sweat, his face was red with hot emotion.
Kimberly stood with her precious pussy poised inches from his face.
Spreading her legs, she lurched her hips forward, grinding her pussy against the face of
Damon.
Her fluffy bush rubbed his face. Her pussy lips quivered as they rolled over his forehead, brows, nose, chin.
She ground her pussy against his mouth.
She was wet when her labia spread and her inner membranes smeared his face, they left a wake of thick juices.
"Lick it," Kimberly hissed. "Lick it, you pig!"
She spoke in a thin, breathy, little-girl voice which sounded quite at odds with the contents of her command.
Damon lifted his head, straining and cording the muscles of his neck.
He stuck out his tongue and pressed it to her pussy.
The tongue glided up and down the pussy lips, licking and polishing.
Kimberly clenched her buttocks, tightening them, as she rocked her pussy up and down his face, against his licking tongue.
She pushed even more forward, so that his tongue pressed inside her slit.
He licked and kissed and lapped and slurped.
Kimberly stood facing him, and held the switch loosely in her right hand.
Angela was bent forward from the waist on this side, so that her whipped bottom lay across the altar next to Damon's head.
Which put her rear right in reach of Kimberly's switch ...
Bella kneaded and groped Damon's aching buttocks.
As she manhandled and manipulated the scourged buttocks, Damon writhed and groaned and gasped.
Since his mouth was wrapped around Kimberly's pussy, she benefited from it, since the vibrations shot through her pussy.
Moans would come with much greater frequency now, as Bella moved to fuck his ass with the dildo handle of the cat.
Wilson Holloway shrugged off his cloak and stood nude facing Angela's face.
Holloway had ramrod-stiff posture. He was gaunt, raw-boned, with broad shoulders and chest, thick thighs, iron-gray body hair.
His penis was long and thick. His bush was charcoal-gray, thick, bristling.
He took hold of his member and held it Angela's face.
He rubbed the penis against her cheeks, smearing tears.
His member jerked with heat, swelled, grew thick, stiff, erect.
It stood out like a horn from his hips.
Angela's eyes widened as he gripped the rod of flesh in one hand, and a fistful of her hair in the other hand.
He yanked her head up, raising it so that her moaning mouth was on line with his rod.
He rubbed the erection against her face, nuzzling it.
He pressed the penis head to her lips and stuffed it between them.
Angela wrapped her lips around the shaft below the rim of the cock head.
She sucked and slurped the head, saliva streaming down the sides of her mouth.
Bella Sime thumbed open the whipped buttocks of Damon.
She guided the dildo handle of the cat between them and pressed its bullet head to the crinkled dimpled hole of his ass.
He groaned as she pressed it into him.
His circle of flesh was stretched and smoothed and plugged by the dildo head.
He cried out when the head was stuffed past the sphincter and into his rectum.
It was a fat knobbed ball filling and stretching him.
He gasped for breath, quick panting breathing.
"Keep sucking, you pig," Kimberly commanded. "Don't dare stop!"
His red face contorted by pain, hissing and moaning, he lanced and thrust his tongue into Kimberly's succulent pussy.
Wilson Holloway stuffed his penis deeper into the mouth of Angela.
The comers of her lips were stretched by the thickness of the rod.
He put the penis deep in her mouth, squashing her tongue.
Back and forth, over her lips, he pumped his cock.
Bella Sime sank the leather covered shaft of the dildo into Damon's ass.
Kimberly slashed her switch down on Angela's wiggling bottom.
Kimberly gyrated her lean hips as she pressed her pussy into Damon's mouth.
He pressed his tongue to her clitoris and licked.
He shook, trembling from penetration by the thick dildo handle.
Kimberly's flat belly, her bush, labia, thighs, were wet with saliva.
From the urgency of his erotic contortions, her climax was close.
The member that pushed back and forth over the lips of Angela grew redder and hotter and thicker with each stroke.
Wilson Holloway held Angela's head in place while he fucked her mouth.
Kimberly slashed the switch down on Angela's rump.
The whippy switch curled around the bottom cheeks, biting them sharply.
Angela's squeals and squallings vibrated up the column of Holloway's cock.
He was just about to come ...
Gripping his penis below the head, he popped it out of her surprised mouth.
And came all over her upturned groaning face.
Bella spread the cheeks of Damon and pulled the dildo handle out of his ass.
He sobbed with relief as the thick rod came free of his rectum.
Kimberly pulled his hair by its roots and ground her pussy against his mouth.
She came.
Gooey strands of semen were smeared over Angela's face, dripping down it.
Kimberly shivered with orgasm.
She clutched the edges of the altar to maintain her balance, her knuckles whitening, her clenched buttocks flexing.
Wilson Holloway's still-erect member twitched, spilling creamy come off it. It bobbed and tilted as he moved behind the altar.
He took up a position facing the ass of Angela.
Stretched across the altar as she was, her ass and pussy were on a level with his waist, while his member jutted at her.
Her buttocks twitched and jerked. They were striped with red from cat and switch.
She shrieked when Wilson squeezed and kneaded the ass cheeks.
Taking hold of his member, he pressed its head to her pussy.
He poked and prodded the pussy lips.
Angela writhed in her chains.
But she was wet ... dripping.
His cock head pried open the lips of her pussy and he penetrated her.
Angela sobbed as she was entered from pain or pleasure, none but she could say.
Holloway was gasping as he fed the full length of his erection into her pussy. She was young, hot, tight all a man might desire.
His buttocks clenched, his hips thrust, burrowing the cock deep in her.
Bella, standing at the edge of the platform facing the worshippers, made a dramatic summoning gesture.
Silently, she urged them to all join in.
This was the signal for the start of the orgy.
Hoods were pulled back, exposing the heads of men and women whose faces expressed unholy lust.
Bodies were denuded of their cloaking robes, to reveal here a broad-shouldered handsome gentleman in a state of rampant erection, there a seemingly respectable suburban matron writhing in lust which would now be satisfied ...