The Satanic Cult

As in the earlier story of “Devil Worship”, I ask those who like this story to take the trouble to post a positive vote in order to counteract those who can it because of their religious beliefs. It’s only a story after all.

If you haven’t read the forerunner to this tale, you probably should. although it’s not entirely necessary if you just want to get on with this one. Anyhow, it’s at http://stories.xnxx.com/story/29578/Devil_worship if you want to read it first.

Everything about my wife Margie’s session with David had been absolutely fabulous.The talk of Satan and Devil worship had tremendously excited us both.
David’s revelation about the Satanic cult of twenty seven men, and his suggestion that Margie could be taken and used by them all, really stirred our lustfulness, though I really thought that Margie would never take things any further than more threesomes with David. To my great surprise though,. I found that she couldn’t stop fantasising about the Cult of Satan

David was thrilled when I told him of this lustful fascination with the cult. He informed me that to date the cult had only had girls who had been heavily drugged, and the possibility of having Margie submitting of her own free will was something that made him lust even more for my wife. I still, even though Margie did seem so lured by it all, couldn’t believe that she would ever go so far as to agree to be used in that way.

David, in order to try my wife out to see if she indeed would consider going further, spoke directly to her, and told her to go shopping and to purchase the most beautiful underwear available – stockings, suspender belt, panties, camisole, quarter-cup bra, as well as the most elegant shoes with extreme high heels that she could find. All of this clothing was to be of virginal white and of the most beautiful and delicate design. He then told her that she would wear this outfit when she was taken to the Satanic Chapel to be used by the other cult members.
I was amazed when Margie, without hesitation, agreed to all that she was told. Two days later she was excitedly showing me the things she had purchased.
I couldn’t believe it. “Do you really want to go though with this thing?” I asked in wonderment.
At first she thought that I didn’t want her to do it, but when I told her that I would think her the most wonderful thing if she did indeed submit and be used as a Satanic offering, she told me that she did indeed want to do it even though she was somewhat scared and apprehensive about it.
“Perhaps,” I told her, “you are already under Satan’s control.” This thought thrilled us both incredibly, and Margie became more confident about going ahead with it.

It took some weeks before the session with The Satanic Cult was arranged. David explained that the various members were scattered about the country, and that it took time for them to arrange to gather together. During this time, Margie became more and more excited and thrilled at the prospect of what might happen to her, and she couldn’t stop talking of it and wondering just what would happen.

Finally the day and the time arrived. Margie spent a long time in her preparation but looked absolutely superb when she finally declared that she was ready. The underwear that she’d bought was so gorgeous and she looked perfect in every way, and so very, very sexy.
David had already joined us and he and I had excitedly and eagerly awaited my wife’s readiness.

In the car, we drove for miles through open countryside, but finally, after more than an hour’s drive, David directed me to turn up a small, unsealed road, along which we travelled for some miles more before pulling into the grounds of what looked like an old country church.
The lower windows of the building looked to be shrouded with heavy, black, cloth drapes, but a large, upper, stained glass window shone magnificently with coloured pictures of the crucified Christ at the top, with the saints depicted beneath, and right at the base the inferno of Hell with the damned souls being consumed by the flames.

The night was cold and it was threatening rain. There was no one about out of doors, although a large number of cars where parked outside the old building.

Entering by a side doorway, and passing a boiler that emanated warmth, Margie and I found ourselves in a small room which, judging from the hubbub of voices, was attached to the main hall of the church.
David told Margie to take off the coat that she’d worn over her underwear outfit and to prepare her mind for what was about to take place. I could see that she was tremendously excited, but also, almost trembling with nervousness. “Don’t worry,” David told her with a smile, “Satan and his Devils are with you.”
I felt a cold shiver run through my spine, but Margie, on the contrary, seemed to take heart at this statement, and to grow less nervous.

Peering through the open doorway, I could just see the altar and surrounds all draped in black satin cloth with the floor carpeted with a deep purple carpet.
David quickly stripped his clothes off and donned a thick, black, garment, pulling the cowl up over his head. He then flipped a couple of switches on the wall so that the area of the altar darkened and suffused with a reddish glow, the rest of the hall being submerged in shadow. Immediately the chatter in the church subsided into an excited and expectant murmuring as the congregation of Satanists eagerly saw that what they’d impatiently been waiting for, was about to take place.

“Wait here,” David said to us, he then stepped through the doorway into the church.