Suburban Underbelly Ch. 03

"Yes he's going to do just fine," said Mimi's voice followed by Lila's laugh. I heard Mimi turn and walk away.

The girls finished oiling me and left me alone. I don't know how long I lay there, but I was given plenty of time to check my surroundings from where I lay spread eagled on the floor. The room was fairly large, about twenty feet a side and seemed to be made of brick painted in glossy black. Dripping red candles in a profusion of candelabras lit the room in a wavering yellow light and smoking incense filled the air with an earthy patchouli odor. I raised my head and by craning my neck was able to see that I was stretched out in a pentagram on the floor; my wrists and ankles pulled to four of the five points, my head oriented towards the fifth. I also noticed that they hadn't bathed me. The patchouli and the olive oil added to the stink of my sex and sweat infused body odor rather than covered it.

The situation did not give me a good feeling. I waited and waited and waited while I grew cold and began to shiver. I have no idea how much time had passed, but more than half of the candles' lengths had burned away when the a door opened and thirteen robed and cowled figures, twelve black and one white, marched in chanting something in in language I didn't recognize. They began their service at an altar recessed into the wall oriented over my head and difficult to see.

Like any church service for a faith in which you have no personal investment, it was dull. There was a lot of chanting and some singing in a chorus of female voices. There was a lot of talk from Mimi; tales of a Dark Master, the End of All Things, the True Nature of the World, entreaties to Lillith the first wife of Adam, blah, blah, blah. Then there was a sudden increase in the intensity of the chanting and the infant-like squalling of a cat suddenly cut short. The robed figures gathered around me in a circle while one of them held the bleeding body of the poor cat over me. Warm blood trickled onto my chest while I silently freaked out.

The robed figure held out the dead cat for one of her acolytes to take away. Once rid of it she pulled back her hood and revealed herself to be Mimi; not that I was surprised. Mimi smiled at the circle of witches as she motioned towards me.

"This weak male is now prepared to become the portal for the spirit of the Dark One, a conduit for my own dear daughter to become a new bride of Satan."

The crowd chanted some bullshit as the white robed figure stepped forward. She pulled back her hood and, sure enough, there was Mimi's daughter Ramona; white haired, pale skinned, squinting through her pink eyes at a scene that was no more than just a indistinct blur to her.

"Oh, Satan, tonight I give you my own daughter! Take her so that we might all bask in your greater power!" sang Mimi.

Ramona opened her robe and let it slide from her shoulders.

Let me pause here to say that Ramona had been a hard person to miss at Palmetto South High School. Even in the hottest weather she dressed in shapeless, bulky, black clothes that covered her from neck to ankle and that she accessorized with a kerchief or hat, veil and gloves. When you got close enough to see into her veil you would only see her dark lens glasses framed by her ghostly white face and hair. It was a cloth fortress constructed as protection against her patient enemy, the brutal Florida sun. I had no idea what she really looked within her cocoon.

My surprise was complete when her robe fell away and she stood before me naked. Her hair was white, long and lustrous; cascading down over her shoulders and along the slopes of her breasts in full bodied waves. Although her near-useless pink eyes squinted unappealingly, her nose was straight, her cheekbones high and her jaw sharp and firm. Her breasts were large and well shaped, D-cups at least that swayed with gravity mocking impudence from her chest. Her waist was slender, her hips were full and, head to toe, she was pure white but for an occasional blue vein that showed through her translucent skin. Her body was amazing and strange.

Mimi took her hand and guided her to me. She nudged me carefully with her toe to test where I lay and slowly lowered herself down to kneel astride my pelvis. As her heavy breasts swung pendulously over me my cock responded with immediate approval. She reached down and found my shaft. When she felt its firmness the nervousness she had been holding at bay dissipated and she smiled down at me with happy anticipation. Mimi, standing over us both, smiled too before she pulled her cowl back up over her head and retreated into the ring of witches encircling me and her daughter.

Ramona moved her hips forward and held my penis to slide my glans along the silky crevice of her sex. She was wet and she grew wetter as she pivoted her body up and down along the length of my cock, enjoying the firmness of me slipping along the dampness of her. I wished I could reach up and fondle her long white hair, lick her beautiful ivory tits, hold her body in my arms and pull her close to me; but bound to the floor I could only push my pelvis up and add pressure to our slow, constrained foreplay.

It wasn't long before she decided she was ready. Sitting up, she oriented my erection to the gates of her womanhood and slowly settled onto me. My firmness caught on the resistance within her and her breath hitched in pain as she paused. With her muscles tense under her snowy skin she forced her self down and I felt her girlhood give way as we became one. She pulled back and paused to bite back the pain of her initiation. I raised my neck to look down my body at the wet junction of our sex. I could see a thin drip of maiden blood slowly rolling down her creamy thigh; a smear of it showing in a crimson ring around the base of my shaft.

She let herself sink onto me again; then again; and again, picking up the pace with each slide down onto my cock. I remained still, letting Ramona set the tempo and the force. Her breath grew from difficult gasps to pleasant sighs as she grew used to the sensation and the pain of her invasion became the pleasure of our merging. I began to buck upward, adding to our dance, enjoying the tight resistance. She leaned forward, pushing her breasts into the sticky pool of cat's blood that covered my chest and stomach. I felt a growing tension in myself as she glided her body up and down along mine; mirroring the lovely blooming of her gathering climax. She kissed me around my gagged mouth as our rhythm grew intense. Our bodies began to shudder together. She arched her back as her breath caught in her throat. I strained against my bonds, growling as my beast erupted within her at the same instant that she cried out and sagged forward.

We were left pressed together, panting, breathing into each other's faces, basking in the glow of a shared zenith of pleasure. The watching circle of twelve suburban witches was forgotten. For that brief time, there was only us.

"Thank you Dan," whispered Ramona into ear.

"Arise daughter," Mimi said from somewhere above. "And don't get too fond of the sacrifice."

Ramona stood. The cat blood covered her porcelain tits and stomach and dripped down over her hips and into her white pubic hair. Her mother wrapped her in a black robe; the white one remained forgotten on the floor. Mimi pulled the deep hood over Ramona's face and let another witch lead her away to take her place in the waiting circle.

Mimi turned in a slow circle as she addressed the crowd. Her voice was low and monotone, conveying a weighty import to her words. "The virgin... my own daughter... she has tempted the angel Lucifer to this place... this mere man... our sacrifice... he is ready to become the avatar for our unholy master's deepest blessing." Mimi took a small box from her robes and held it high. The crowd began repeating Mimi's words as she spoke them. "Oh Lilith (Oh Lilith): first of our sex (first of our sex): true mother of womankind (true mother of womankind): we ask that you retain Lucifer for his blessing (we ask that you retain Lucifer for his blessing.)"

The women in the circle began wailing and circling me with gradually quickening steps. It was creepy as hell. Mimi squatted down beside me and reached into the little box with a gloved hand. She gingerly withdrew a large spider and held it up for me to see, it was a few inches long with long, banded legs that it seemed to be stretching towards me as a warning. Instinctually I tried to scoot away, but I wasn't going anywhere.

"This is a Brazilian banana spider Dan," Mimi told me quietly as the wailing continued around us. "It's one of the most venomous in the world. But don't worry your pretty head, substitute, I let it bite a mouse a few hours ago - killed it, don't you know - so she'll be a little low on venom. See, I don't want to kill you; I'm more interested in the really unique aspect of this little lady's venom. Are you familiar with the term priapism, Dan?"

As it so happened, I was familiar with the term priapism. It's the medical term for an erection that won't go away and that, left untreated, can lead to impotence or even gangrene and amputation. So you see, if the bonds holding me to the floor could have been broken by a mortal man they would have shattered right then because I really, really, really tried to yank the bolts from the floor as Mimi slowly moved the spider down along my convulsing body; pausing to hold it inches from my cock.

"I see I don't have to explain further," she said. "I told you I was confident you could service all of us. You just need a little help from our Brazilian friend here."

And then she pushed the fucking thing against my penis. And it bit me.

The pain was intense, like having my dick injected with glass that was somehow both molten and razor sharp. But sure enough, when I raised my head to look down at my poor cock, it was standing to attention and swelling into a misshapen pillar of mottled, blood red and pale white flesh nearly half again as fat as my usually perfectly adequate boner.

"Our Dark Lord wears this mortal as his sheath!" announced Mimi. The swirling crowd of witches paused and drew near. They threw off their robes and started taking their turns.

Did you ever have a fantasy where a bunch of chicks tie you down and take turns riding your dick? I used to. However I can tell you it didn't involve a painful spider bite that was then shoved inside one pussy after another. I'm sure I left some pretty gnarly teeth marks on my ball gag because I was chewing the hell out of it as it felt like my poor manhood was being skewered with a thousand rusty needles and dipped in acid-lava coated sandpaper over and over and over again.

For what it's worth, the gals seemed to like it. Like I said, I had swollen to an ungodly degree and that fat slab stretching them open as they forced it up their pussies rocketed them to the heights of ecstasy one after another. It seems they took their turns in order of seniority. Mimi went first, sliding down on my prick as it was still in the process of swelling into an obscene column of misshaped flesh. She screamed and clawed at my heaving chest as it grew within her, forcing her wide and making her come in a mercifully short time. Next came some other mature women, some soft and matronly, others eroded and leathery, most with aged, faded, evil looking tattoos. My dick was raw and throbbing as the younger women with firmer bodies and clearer tattoos climbed atop me and forced my grotesque shaft up into their straining cunts before collapsing back panting and satisfied. Finally the young novices like Lila and Madison, their bodies still fresh, took their turn; their faces registering their disgust at my monstrous tool even as their bodies shook with pleasure as the inevitable orgasm took them.

It was Madison who went last. Her face was a mask of pity and reluctance as Mimi shoved her towards me and commanded her to take me inside her. My body was trembling in racking waves of pain and my skin was cold but coursing with a clammy sweat as she obeyed her mistress. Her young pussy was cruelly stretched wide as she pushed herself onto me and she shook with discomfort. She tried to look away as she pivoted her subtle body up and down on my cock, but Mimi grabbed a handful of her bright green hair and made her look at my face.

"See the pain he is in. I want you to get pleasure from his torment! You must dominate him! Be his master as I am your master!" screamed Mimi at Madison as she began to smakc the poor girl's ass with a riding crop causing her supple breasts to quiver with each impact.

That seemed to tip the girl over into ecstasy. Her body drew back like a bow as every muscle under his glistening skin tightened at once. She quaked atop me as her jaw dropped open in a silent scream and she bucked wildly down onto me. Spent, she sagged down and gave me one last pitying look before crawling away.

As for me, I was just glad it was over.

Except... it wasn't over. Mimi now approached me with a knife, a baroque looking, silver weapon with a red jewel in its pommel and snaky details worked into its hilt. She pointed at my tattoo, the shitty, homemade job I'd shown Madison the day before.

"For his services, The Dark One demands an offering of flesh," she announced and squatted down at my side.

Several of the witches approached and held my legs, arms and torso as Mimi traced around the tattoo, cutting into my skin with the blade that was so razor sharp I barely felt it. However when she took hold of the flap and yanked my tattooed flesh from my body, I felt it with extreme and unwelcome clarity. My eyes were watering from the pain as she held up my patch of tattooed hide for me to gaze upon one last time. She turned away and tossed it into a small brazier of hot coals. The smell of my burning flesh filled the room.

That's when I passed out.

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Part 4 will be coming soon...

-fastandsloppy