Sacrifice to the Demon

'No!' Bella shouted. 'Lisa, don't let them do this to me, please.'

The men gripping her arms moved her forward, but Bella dug her heels hard into the soft grassy earth to halt their progress. In response they simply lifted her up and carried her towards the stone slab that could be meant only for her. As she was carried across the lawn she detected the unmistakable smell of petrol. Were they going to burn her alive?

Others were coming out of the house now, their cream robes flapping as a gust of wind passed over the lawn. Bella realised that even if she could get free of the men carrying her she would never get far before being caught. What small hope she had clung to shrivelled and vanished as they arrived at the stone slab.

Bella was lifted and laid on her back The stone beneath her felt hard and cold. The sky above was dark and clear. Stars twinkled through the black canvas of night.

'Bind her,' an authoritative voice commanded.

Bella kept her gaze on the stars above as she felt her arms being stretched above her head while someone else pulled her legs apart so she lay spread-eagled. Ropes looped over her wrists and ankles and were then tightened roughly as she was tied to the four poles that were placed on each corner of the slab.

There was a familiar voice in her ear. 'Please don't be scared, Bella. Something's going to happen soon.'

'What?' Bella could hear the fear in her own voice.

'Something wonderful,' Lisa answered her voice filled with conviction and excitement.

Bella said nothing.

When Lisa spoke next it was with harshness, but her words were not addressed to Bella. 'You. Get me a hairbrush. I won't have her looking like this when He comes.'

There was silence again and Bella closed her eyes for a few moments. She could almost be alone but when she opened them she turned her head and saw the perimeter of the white circle filling with cream-robed cultists, for she was now sure that was what they were. Cassy had tried to warn her on her phone, but she had ignored that one slim chance.

Lisa's face hovered over her. She was smiling but there was concern in her eyes. 'I know it's uncomfortable for you right now, but it's all for the best. You'll see.'

'I'm not convinced,' Lisa retorted sarcastically.

Lisa winced in response. 'I know you won't believe me now, but it is a great honour to be in the position you are in.'

'Great honour?' Bella gave a bitter laugh.

'Yes,' Lisa continued, she placed a warm hand on Bella's forehead. 'You were chosen, Bella. What I'd give to have been chosen -- what any of the girls here would give. We're all so jealous, you know.'

'I don't mind swapping,' Bella quipped.

Lisa looked shocked. 'You don't know what you're saying. You were chosen. By Him.'

For a moment Lisa was distracted, she turned and said something to someone out of Bella's view. A moment later she felt her hair tugged, as Lisa began to brush it.

'It's nearly time,' a man nearby said.

'I'll just be a minute,' Lisa told him.

'Prepare her,' the man intoned -- these instructions seemed to be given to someone else.

Bella saw two men approach her. Each held a large pair of scissors and the sight fear leapt in her heart. The first man who had a tall wiry frame and a shock of blond hair and whose eyes were rimmed with mascara from his Halloween make-up, took the scissors to the hem of Bella's robe and began slicing upwards. The thin material parted easily, the blades travelling up the middle of her body and through the valley of her breasts to make a final cut near her neckline. Bella flinched as the blade of the scissors came close to her chin when he made the final cut.

'Watch it,' Lisa Scowled, 'Cut her and I'll take those scissors to your balls.'

The man shrugged an apology and retreated out of view. The other man, squat and broad-faced with curly dark hair and a thin beard used his scissors to cut through the sleeves of Bella's robe. This done, he pulled the sliced garment away. Bella lifted her bottom to assist the robe's removal. The man stepped back turned and was gone. The night air was cool on her naked skin.

'Don't worry,' Lisa said, as she finished brushing Bella's hair. 'You won't feel cold for much longer. it's nearly midnight.'

Bella felt a chill run through her that had nothing to do with the night's temperature. 'Lisa, I'm scared,' she said. She could feel her eyes welling up with tears.'

'Oh, honey, don't be,' Lisa said her brow knitted in concern and sympathy. She stroked Bella's forehead.

'I'm going to die, aren't I?'

'You mustn't think of it like that. Think of it as being . . .' Lisa paused, searching for the right word. 'Reborn.'

Tears rolled down the sides of Bella's face. Lisa wiped them away with her hands.

'Don't cry, Bella. You don't want Him to see you with your eyes all red and puffy.'

'I don't care.'

Lisa bent over and kissed her on the mouth. 'I love you, Bella, I always have and always will, don't forget that.'

'Then let me go.'

'I can't, honey. You have been chosen.' She planted a kiss on Bella's forehead then stepped back and turned to the man who seemed to be the leader. 'She is ready. We can begin.'

Both the man and Lisa went to join the others who now stood in a great circle around the pentagram. Bella looked from one side to the other at the circle of gowned figures -- she estimated there were around sixty of them. They stood silent and waiting and although they were too far from her to see their faces in the near dark she knew all their gazes were fined on her naked form. There was something else too -- an object incongruous to the ritual they were enacting -- a full-length mirror on a stand had been placed inside the circle -- for what purpose Bella could not begin to guess.

The man Lisa had spoken to, and who Bell assumed was the cult leader, suddenly threw up his arms, his head back as though he were addressing the heavens.

'Behold,' he cried, his voice hard and commanding. 'We are gathered on this sacred night to welcome our master to this mortal dimension. As the hour of midnight approaches we complete this sacrificial circle made of our bodies. Brothers, sisters, discard your gowns. Prepare to receive your master in your pure natural form.'

There was movement around the circle as the cult members removed their gowns, which were tossed behind them. The leader too removed his and stood naked with the others.

'We welcome you master with carnality in our hearts and minds in our souls filled with lust, and deviancy of the purest and unholy kind.'

The next words he spoke, Bella could not understand, for they were in what sounded like Latin. Only one word stood out. A name:

Balzoth.

The stream of strange words continued, rising in pitch and intensity and then coming to a stop with a final shout.

A wall of fire suddenly leapt up behind the circle of naked cultists and began to spread around them until their bodies were silhouetted by angry red flames and Bella realised now what the smell of petrol had been for. It had been doused around the perimeter for this moment.

The leader gestured again and gave a command, and Bella now saw movement from the cult members as they began to engage in various sex acts. She watched in fascination, her own plight momentarily forgotten, as the carnal show began.

The sounds of sex could begin to be heard over the crackle of burning grass - moans, soft cries, grunts, the slap of flesh on flesh and another sound, a name was being uttered. It seemed to start somewhere and then spread until it came from all around her, chanted over and over; Balzoth.

Three girls were down on their hands and knees, the rearmost and middle girl engaged in oral sex with the girl in front, their faces pressed tight into the crevasse of the receiver's rump. Bookending the three girls, were two muscular men; the one at the rear humping the girl from behind doggy style while the man in front face fucked the lead girl, from whose chin dangled a string of saliva and come.

Beside this tableaux, a strongly build black man stood legs apart as a pale plump girl on her knees sucked him off while his hands supported the rump of another girl, athletic in build, in whose crotch his face was buried as she sat high up in reverse position on his shoulders, her thighs either side of his head, her legs dangling down his back. Her hands were on the back of his head and her back was arched slightly, her head back in ecstasy as he pleasured her with his tongue.

Another girl, Bella recognised as Tammy, was on her hands and knees being spit-roasted by another woman and man. The woman who was dark-haired and of a thick build was positioned at her rear, fucking her hard with a strap-on dildo, while the man in front thrust his stiff cock into her mouth. As she was buffeted by her two lovers her dangling big breasts swung pendulously to and fro.

Next to them a blonde-haired girl straddled and leant over a man who lay on his back while she in turn was anally penetrated by another man. Beside them another threesome was taking place with a petite girl on her back, her legs apart as a big heavy-breasted woman performed oral sex on her while she in turn was humped from behind a squat bearded man -- Bella couldn't be sure but it looked like one of the men who had cut her gown off.

Next to them, a man stood while two girls, down on their knees, performed fellatio. Each girl alternated sucking his cock. Both girls had their long hair in two tails which swished as they bobbed their heads.

Two other girls, one pale-skinned, the other dark, were in a sixty-nine position while a man penetrated the girl on top from the rear.

Many others were in couples in more conventional positions, One woman mounted a man standing, supporting her weight with his hands under her buttocks.

Two red-haired girls who seemed to be identical twins sat, their legs entwined as they adopted the scissoring position grinding their pussies against each other.

Lisa, Bella saw, was on her knees pleasuring the cult leader with her mouth and using a free hand to finger herself as she did so,

And from all around the chant of Balzoth, over and over.

Anyone whose mouth was not buried in a pussy, ass or filled with cock called the Demon's name.

As the circular orgy progressed the chant grew in volume.

Bella, watching such a vista of sex, felt the stirrings of her own arousal. She seemed in no immediate threat to her and the sight of so many people fucking was making her horny but then something else intruded in her mind.

Bella was not sure when it started and for a while she thought she was imagining it - a very gentle vibration coming through the stone slab she was tied on, but then it became more noticeable as the sensation grew in intensity.

Bella wondered if she should call out, but then how could she expect help from people who had put her here? There was no explanation for the sensation -- the stone slab had been placed far outside the mansion there was no sign of any machinery that could cause the vibrations.

And still, it grew. The sound, low in frequency and hard to hear at first, began to swell. It was now clearly audible through the sounds of sex and the monotonous chanting - a low rumbling that grew steadily and the alarm Bella felt grew with it.

'Hey,' she yelled. 'Hey, something's not right. Lisa! Lisa!'

No one, not even Lisa, who was now being fucked from behind by the cult leader, paid any attention. It wasn't just the slab -- it was the whole ground shaking. The grumbling was becoming a roar - but still the cultists fucked, oblivious of the earthquake that seemed to be building under them all.

The chanting grew louder, faster; 'Balzoth . . . Balzoth . . . Balzoth . . .' the cries of pleasure, the grunts grew in intensity too like some obscene erotic music score to the unending chant.

Bella watched in horror a large mound of earth just a few meters from her begin to heave. It rose and fell as though the very ground was breathing.

'Balzoth . . . Balzoth . . . Balzoth . . .'

The ground swelled to an alarming degree.

Bella screamed as a terrific crack sounded and as a tear appeared then spread a long jagged rent in the ground. Steam rose through the fissure.

Bella screamed again.

'Balzoth . . . Balzoth . . . Balzoth . . .'

The swollen earth subsided then rose again as though something was trying to break through. The tear in the ground widened and from within Bella could see a fiery red glow as though lava flowed inside. The steam was thicker but as Bella gaped, something moved within.

'Balzoth . . . Balzoth . . . Balzoth . . .'

A first it looked like two black fingers piercing the thick mist but as they emerged they tapered into a thicker conical shape and now resembled horns. Horns that as they continued to rise up, showed themselves to curl and twist in shape. A short distance behind the emerging horns two black shark-tooth-like objects emerged and as they rose up from the thick mist around them Bella saw they were the tips of two huge folded leathery wings. The head the horns were attached to began to emerge too as the demon rose to the surface.

'Balzoth . . .' Bella breathed.

He seemed to be climbing some unseen steps as he rose into the night air for rather than climbing out of the huge crack in the earth like some zombie emerging from its grave, the demon stepped up out of the earth, arms by his side, head held high.

As he set foot on the cool grass Bella's heart was in her throat.

The creature was huge, perhaps seven or eight feet tall -- more if the horns were counted. The demon's chest was broad, the body rippling with muscles, his skin dark red in colour, and his tail was long and twitched in the air as though it had a life of its own.

Balzoth the demon was much more impressive than the depictions Bella had seen in the mansion. He stood side-on but even then Bella could make out his heavy thick phallus that hung potently between his legs.

The chanting had stopped. The sex had stopped. The circle of naked cultists stared in awe and reverence at the appearance of their master.

The demon's great head turned as it viewed its audience.

Then it spoke, its voice deep and guttural. 'Continue with your play, my children. The music of lust arouses me.'

Obediently, the cultists resumed their orgy of sex, all of them renewing their lustful actions with gusto, knowing their master might be watching.

Balzoth gazed around and seemed satisfied at his follower's carnal acts. Then he slowly turned his head and looked straight into Bella's eyes.

Bella felt like a frozen rabbit in the headlines she could only stare back slack-mouthed. Then Balzoth spoke again. Just one word, but it chilled her to the bone.

Her name.

'Bella.'

Bella, powerless to speak, could only stare back in helpless awe.

Balzoth cast his gaze over her body then gave a low scowl of disapproval. Bella hoped it was not directed at her.

The demon waved his hand over her body like a magician and instantly the ropes that bound her ankles and wrists loosened and fell away. She could move again but under the demon's gaze, she didn't dare and remained awkwardly in the spreadeagled position as if she was still tied to the poles.

The great demon seemed to sense her predicament for Balzoth gave a wry smile.

He moved to the foot of the slab and Bella watched with widening eyes as he climbed onto the slab and moved up over her so his face was only inches from her own. His arms supported his weight his taloned hands on either side of her chest held him up in the posture of someone about to do a press-up.

His huge powerfully built body dwarfed hers and vast leathery wings were like canvas covering them both.

Balzoth stared down at her but did not speak.

Long moments passed.

The sounds of fucking continued unabated around them.

Balzoth cocked his head slightly as though waiting for her to speak or act.

Bella ever so slowly moved her arms from their outstretched position. She could feel the heat from his great body warm her, but she wanted to touch him with her hands. She continued her slow movement as though she were in the company of a wild tiger with which any sudden move might provoke disaster. Gradually and carefully her hands were under his broad muscular chest. She reached up and laid her palms against his hot chest all the while holding his gaze. A ghost of a smile crossed his lips.

Bella wondered at the sensation within her for she felt not a trace of fear but rather a growing feeling of arousal. She realised that something heavy and warm lay on her lower stomach and it dawned on her that this was his phallus.

She slipped one hand down between her body and his and reached for the organ. It was thick, long and hot to the touch, but not yet fully erect. She stroked it gently and felt it harden under her touch.

Balzoth's smile widened.

'Fuck me,' she implored.

Her hand below glided over the smooth head of his cock. Warm syrupy pre-come soaked her fingers. She brought her hand to her mouth and licked the slimy discharge hungrily.

Balzoth emitted a low growl from deep in his throat. Bella wondered what sound he might make if he came. She wanted to know.

Balzoth shifted his hips down so the head of his great phallus rested on Bella's soft entrance between her legs. She bent her knees and brought her heels back to accommodate his entry. She knew she had never taken something so big inside her. His girth and length should have worried her, but Bella could not care if she was split in two.

She needed him to take her. To feel him inside.

Bella took a deep breath as she felt his thick rounded glans begin to push into her, stretching her labial lips wide as it sought to enter her body. It felt incredibly tight and painful, but deeply arousing at the same time. Bella knew she must be wet down there and could only hope that this would facilitate the passage of Balzoth's giant member.

The pressure increased and Bella's face was etched with pain at the effort of taking him into her. She reached with both hands between their legs to grip his hot shaft, willing him to enter. The carnal moans, cries, grunts, and whimpers from the cultists seemed to lend encouragement to the struggle to be penetrated and Bella's eyes were saucers as Balzoth stared down pitilessly into her gaze. He knew she wanted him and felt no sympathy for any pain this caused her.

He pushed in harder.

Bella screamed -- and then he was in.

Bella's back arched as his pushed deeper into her, her skin was coated in sweat and her body trembled from the ordeal of having something of such size force its way into her body.

Balzoth although only half inside Bella began to withdraw and thrust his cock into her, his rhythm slow and steady.

Bella gulped in lungfuls of air as she was ridden by the behemoth creature. Balzoth spread his wings as he pushed deeper into her and Bella cried out in both pain and pleasure. Her hands were on his chest, her nails digging into the hot red skin of the demon, then up to feel his face then higher still, and he bent his head so she could reach his horns and grasp them like handles.

She was amazed that some part of her mind was still capable of thinking. She tried to recall how long since her last period and work out if she was ovulating. Could she get pregnant by Balzoth? She hoped so.

But then Balzoth spoke -- or rather roared something, not to Bella but to his acolytes, though he did not address any specific one of them. And with this utterance any notions Bella had of living beyond this night and the possibility of being impregnated vanished swiftly.

'Bring me the sacrificial blade,' Balzoth commanded.

Bella's eyes betrayed hurt but Balzoth glared down. His gaze seemed to say: what did you expect?