0 comments/ 15564 views/ 4 favorites Siring By: grecian13 The mist hung low over the ground as the little group moved slowly towards the old church. "Are you sure you are ready for this?" the leader asked getting an affirmative nod from all present "It's not like we haven't done this ritual before Peter calm down." Olivia said. "Ok here goes then." Peter slowly opened the old wooden door, creaking loudly on its rusty hinges. The group hastened inside "Right we all know what to do, Kathy, you light the candles, everyone else take your positions." Peter ordered. Silently the group spread out as the flickering candles slowly lit up the disused church. Peter stepped up to the Alter and turned the cross upside down. After lighting the candles, Kathy then pulled the rug away revealing the pentagram carved into the centre of the floor, and took up her position at the base of the pentagram. Peter opened up a book then beckoned Olivia forward "Right take your rightful place as the sacrificial being." Olivia stepped onto the pentagram and laid down, her head at the top of the star. Peter reached down, pulled her white robe apart exposing her breasts and stomach. Returning back to the alter he gave a signal the rest of the group started a low chanting. Kathy took hold of Olivia's legs and moved them apart before setting to work removing her gown so she lay on the pentagram totally exposed and naked. Peter read a passage from the book that had been translated from an ancient parchment. The air in the old church chilled and the candles flickered. Peter gave another signal and as one the rest of the group pulled their robes open, letting them fall to the floor so they stood in a circle nude. Reading more from the text a strange mist gathered, moving slowly around the group, lingering longer around the female naked forms. Olivia, looked straight up at the ceiling, and saw the mist hover over her, suddenly disperse, blowing out all the candles. In the darkness she felt someone on her hips and a second later something push into her pussy. Looking down she saw a figure over her, felt a beard brush her lower breast, then felt a tongue graze her nipple. She knew it was Peter fucking her. Olivia tensed around Peter's dick, her muscles trembling with the feel of him sliding in and out of her hot core. Heat flushes over her skin and her fingers claw at the ground as pleasure and pain become a small fire within her. She bites back a moan tries to resist pushing against Peter as he shoves himself into her with all his strength. Icy air seemed to slide over her skin and dark shadows darted through the darkness above but Olivia wasn't concerned, because Peter was driving into her, hard and fast until she couldn't hold back a groan of pure pleasure. Within a minute Peter came inside Olivia as she cries out as her orgasm washes over her. The rest of the group weren't idle either, as the scene on the pentagram was repeated by the rest of the group one by one, when the sexual moaning had finally abated. Peter scrabbled around until he found a candle lighting it called out "Is everyone ok?" "That was incredibly intense," Olivia whispers and slowly gets to her feet, her muscles still trembling with her orgasm. "Come on we better get out of here, we will meet up in the morning" Kathy urged. Covering up the pentagram and righting the cross they left, more hurried then when they'd entered the church doors. Next morning Peter and Mark who had only just joined the group were discussing the night activities "I love that ceremony Mark, it always leads to a great fuck," Mark smirks. "I can't argue with that." "But there has to be more to it than that." "How?" Peter quizzed. "Well, I can't for the life of me, see why an ancient text would be used just for an orgy for our behalf." Mark replied "Have you got the original document?" "Kathy has it in her safe; it was translated by her grandfather years ago." After taking a sip of coffee Mark added. "Maybe he translated it incorrectly." Two days later. Kathy handed Mark the parchment "Be careful Mark it's a little fragile in places." Mark nodded and slowly unrolled it onto the table "Pete do you have the translated version with you?" "Yep here you are, crikey what language is that in?" "Well it's a mixture of things actually." "How many times has the ceremony taken place?" "We have done it four times now at the height of the full moon." Kathy said "Always the same result, a raging orgy." Blushing as she said it. Looking closely at the translation and the text Mark looked up at them both "You're not going to believe this but this is a siring ritual for Satan himself. The translated text has been deliberately changed so it won't work!" "You are telling us we could create Satan's child with this ritual?" Kathy said excitedly "Exactly this is a huge discovery" Peter gazed at the parchment with renewed interest. "What were we doing wrong then?" Kathy leans over the table to look down at the strangled words drawn onto the old paper in ink. "Well for a start you need to perform the ceremony in the spring," after taking a swig of coffee Peter continues slowly, eyes scanning the translated version, "at the first quarter of the moons cycle. The conductor of ceremonies must be a woman and get this the offering has to be an unwilling participant!" "Oh my god, really!" Kathy exclaimed. "The offering has to be painted on the stomach with..." Pausing, Peter's eyes scrutinized the document, "...I can't decipher that at the moment but I think with an upside down cross and restrained across the Alter, not the pentagram." "You were right then. Mark, dare we meddle with this any further?" Peter turns to the other man in the corner. He purses his lips and doesn't comment, confusion covering his face. "It's mind blowing. Wait until we tell the others." Kathy added with glee. "I know what it is painted with! Semen!" Peter says catching the word in the translated papers script. "It must be applied externally. If any gets inside, Satan will reject the offering." Finally Mark steps forward and peers at the paper. "Does it have to be a virgin?" "No, but she must be of childbearing age, not older than thirty according to this," Peter mutters. Mark frowns and shakes his head. "At least the chants were correct. So it's the ceremony that needs the makeover." "Where to find an offering will be the challenge." Peter said gloomily. The following spring -- Jennifer James sat at her desk writing with her latest sports report, looking over it work with displeasure. "Sometimes I hate football." She cried into her hands. "What's the matter Jen?" Her fellow reporter asked "It's this write up of Saturday's match, a nil-nil draw and the only exciting thing that happened was when the linesman slipped over on an orange peeling." Laughter filled the office "Aw come on guys, I'm serious." She pouted sighing deeply as she hit the send button and posted the report to the editor anyway. Mark sat at his desk as Jennifer's report filled his inbox reading the boring write up, he had a wicked idea. Picking up his phone "Peter I have a candidate for our party set the ball rolling." "Excellent." Came the reply "now listen carefully we have one shot at this I'm going to send a reporter up to the church" "If you can give her something to keep her interested she will want to return and complete the story." "Ha I see then we get her involved." "That's right my friend." "Leave it to me, Mark I'll sort our end out." Replacing the receiver and pressing Jennifer's desk number took less than five seconds "Hi Jen can you come through to my office please?" "Yes of course Mark." He heard her reply shortly before the call disconnected. Jen walked into Mark's office nervously twisting her hair "Ah Jen, come on in." Mark beamed. "I'm sorry that football report was a bit lame." "A lame game by all accounts, you can't help that. Now I have a job for you, It might be a red herring but I need a reporter to check it out, and everyone else is covering that by-election. So I need you." Mark says leaning back in his chair. "Really what's the story?" Jen asked "I received a phone call about some strange goings on in a village on Dartmoor." "What sort of goings on?" "Well the caller has alleged Witchcraft. It is probably a load of tosh but pop up and investigate for me will you. They said that it looks like most of the activities happening near the church" With her mind racing Jennifer asked "Where am I going." "Oh that would help, wouldn't it. Its Wemtor, they have a new cricket pitch so that will be your cover story for going there. Keep digging and report back to me on Friday, but keep it quiet." "Ok." Jen says rising from her seat. "Oh don't forget to file your expenses and good luck." Mark watches her leave. Once his journalist is no longer in sight her shakes his head and grins. Too easy he said to himself. Jennifer went out of the office that evening with a spring in her step, armed with some info on the village she headed excitedly for home. Perusing through the guide books and other info apart for the new cricket pitch, nothing of note had happened in the last forty odd years. That night she fell into bed with her mind still circling around her new project. 'Nothing else for it I'll have to pay the village a visit and cheek out the church' she thought as she drifted off to sleep. Next morning her mobile rang "Morning Jen I have set an interview up for you at one o'clock, with Peter Lark. He will show you around the village and the cricket pitch." "Ok, thanks Mark, I won't let you down, I'll get to the bottom of this." "I know you won't. Stay in contact if you need anything and I'll touch base with you on Friday." "OK bye." After driving over the spectacular scenery of Dartmoor Jennifer arrived at Wemtor looking at her watch she was amazed how long it had taken her to get there. Exiting her car she walked around the small village square noting the telephone box, Public House, and Post Office a totally unremarkable English village. Walking down the path past a church, a sign pointed to the cricket club, her first destination. No one appeared to be around so she tentatively snooped around the nets and extremities of the pitch until she arrived at the newly built clubhouse. Peter spotted her from his seat in the bar and admired his colleague's choice of victim. She was about five foot six with shoulder length blonde hair and a slim build. He guessed her age to be about twenty three to twenty five. 'Perfect,' he thought now to reel her in. "Ah you must be Jennifer." He beamed when he made his way to the young lady. "Yes that's me and I guess you must be Peter." "Guilty as charged, what do you make of our new pitch then?" "Very impressive must have cost a lot of money." "Yep you are right about that, come on I'll show you the plans we have for this place." Jennifer started taking notes and listened intently to all the details of the players and forthcoming matches in the coming spring and summer. After having a coffee and a good look around the changing rooms she looked at her watch Peter could talk for England it was now four o'clock it would be dark soon. "Peter is there anywhere to stay in the village; I don't fancy a trip over the moors in the dark." "Oh my dear, I'm sorry I get so carried away talking. I forget the time. The Golden Fleece pub should have a room for you. I'll get locked up here and walk you down." Entering the pub she looked at the huge open fire place the flag stone floors and the generally dark interior of the pub. "Olivia" Peter bellowed. A young lady about Jennifer's own age appeared from behind the counter "Have you got a room for our intrepid reporter here." "Yes no problem Peter." Turning to Jen, Olivia looked her up and down. "How long do you want to stay?" "Oh until tomorrow morning please." "Looking at the weather forecast you might want to extend that until Friday." "Really!" Jenny exclaimed "Its no joke Miss, the moors are no place to get caught out in bad weather." Peter added "Ok I'll take the room until Friday." Jen mutters. After Jen checked in Peter said his good byes and headed off. Olivia took Jen to her room "Evening meals are served between six and eight Miss James, just order at the bar." "Oh please leave the Miss James bit call me Jen." "Al-right Jen I'll be down stairs if you need me." Olivia smiles before retreating from the room. Looking around her room she found it neat and tidy a big four poster bed imposingly sat in the middle. Pulling her mobile from her handbag she discovered that the signal bar was dead. Great now I can't get hold of anyone she said to herself. 'Oh you silly cow there is a Phone box outside' she scolded herself. Popping out to retrieve her stuff from her car she used the box to check in with Mark "Hi Jen how's it going found anything out yet?" "Not yet Mark I'm going to stay here until Friday, bad weather up here." "Ok that should give you time to dig up something, Take care talk to you soon." After ending her call she returned to her room. Later on Jennifer arrived down stairs for her evening meal Olivia had set the tables and placed Jennifer directly next to a table reserved for Kathy and Paul. As she waited for her meal Jennifer found herself eavesdropping on the tables' conversation. Blissfully unaware she was being reeled in to a plot. Kathy said in voice loud enough for Jennifer to hear. "Paul, you saw an odd sight at the old church the other night." Then she hushed her voice so no more could be heard. "Sure was I'm not sure why a light should be on up there." The rest of his reply mumbled. Jennifer started thinking about the church near the pub then overheard a bit more "I forgot to tell you about the strange noises." Paul noticed Jennifer listening and started chewing his steak. "What noises Paul?" "Oh I don't know; love, like a chanting thing. I wasn't walking up that long path to find out I'll tell you." Stirred out of listening by the arrival of her meal she pondered what she had heard `A long path to a church there must be another church in the village' she thought then `chanting could mean witchcraft'. Olivia bade goodnight to Kathy and Paul and started clearing their table. Jennifer's curiosity got the better of her "Olivia is there two churches in the village?" "Sort of, why do you ask?" "Well I saw in a guide book there was, and just wondered why a small place would need two." "Well it's a disused one on the about half a mile up the old track." then he added, "no one ever goes there it's just a shell really." Waking up the following day Jennifer looked out of the window as saw that the weather was indeed awful. `My god what am I going to do all day in this boring place` answering her own question `check out that church I suppose` After eating breakfast she pulled her coat on headed out to find old track and the church. In the square she ran into Peter after passing pleasantries she asked "Where is the old track?" "Oh it's down the end of that lane there, off for a walk?" "Yea thought I would take in the sights, well what sights I can see in this rotten weather." Jen swipes some hair from her face. "Don't stray to far from the track Miss, I would hate to have to round up a search party to come for you." "I won't Peter thanks." Heading up the old track Jennifer soon left the village behind in the gloom. After climbing over a small ridge she saw the church in a dip completely hidden from the village `strange place to build one` she thought pushing on she nervously edged her way through a gate. Cautiously glancing around and confident she wasn't followed she headed in side the door creaking as she pushed it open. Pews still lined the interior although with the amount of dust lying around no one had sat on them in years. With the gloomy daylight not really helping find her way around Jennifer took her small torch from her hand bag. Shining it around she saw the crumbling pulpit, the derelict organ and something crumbled on the Alter. Walking over she saw it was a beheaded rabbit, a small puddle of blood staining the stones surface. "Ew that's disgusting." Jennifer said out loud. With fear suddenly taking over as she realized that some sort of ritual had taken place, she bolted for the door and the safety of her pub room. After calming herself down she rang Mark from the call box "Mark there is defiantly some thing fishy going on up here." "Right" he said, "look, come and brief me as soon as you get back. Do not take any risks be careful." "OK Mark I will see you tomorrow." The weather didn't appear too bad so Jennifer decided to head out of the village straight away. After handing her key back to Olivia she jumped in her car and headed back to civilization, her own comfortable flat and clean clothes. Sitting in Mark's office the following day she outlined what she had heard and seen. Mark nodding and taking notes "So let's recap, you heard a rumour in the pub, went to a defunct church and saw some sort of sacrifice on the alter." "Yes." "Well it's not much to go on is it, I can't run the story on that!" "Look I know you are a sports writer and this is your first investigation." Mark pauses, letting the information sink in, "I think you need to go up there again next weekend, but this time have a scout around at night see if you can see anything and get the facts and some pictures." "Ok Mark I'll do it." "Ata girl I'll make a reporter out of you yet." Peter picked up his phone "Hi, Peter its Mark, get ready for next Saturday. It's siring time." "OK Mark understood do you have a plan?" "Yep when Jennifer gets there on Friday get her interested in the church by telling her a tale at dinner." "I have asked Olivia to pop something in her meal that will set her imagination going." "Go on." Peter said "On Saturday evening Olivia will pop something into her drink, when she is out of it we will take her from her room to the ceremony." "OK understood" Jennifer arrived at the village late on Friday afternoon just as the early spring sunshine began to fade. Pulling up outside the pub she found Olivia opening the bar door. "Oh hi Jennifer isn't it?" "Yes it is I'm back, is it possible to stay again for a couple of days?" "Oh I think we can fit you in, is the same room as last time OK?" "That's perfect." Later on Jennifer headed down for dinner and saw Peter standing in the bar with a pint of beer in hand. "Ah Jennifer what a pleasant surprise, would you care to join me for dinner instead of sitting on your own?" "That's kind of you Peter thank-you." After engaging in small talk about the cricket club Jennifer started tucking into her chicken and mushroom pie, noting a strange but not unpleasant taste. "Is everything all right?" Peter inquired. "Yes I think so these mushrooms taste different." "Oh that will be because they are wild ones grown here in the village. Not your cultivated rubbish from a supermarket." He laughed putting her at ease. "Tell me Peter, as the font of all knowledge in Wemtor is there any myths or legends to tell?" "Well there has always been tales of witchcraft, and strange creatures wondering about. You know big cats, that sort of thing." "Witch craft?" "Oh back in the sixteen or seventeen hundreds a local woman, Edith Palmer got burned at the steak for trying to resurrect the Devil." He takes a sip of beer, "Damn silly idea if you ask me, there was never any proof she managed it and besides the Witch Hunter General was said to have arrested her himself at the old church." Peter saw Jennifer's eyes rise as he said the old church adding. "The story goes she was also naked trying to give herself to Satan, if you catch my drift." Siring Blushing Jennifer asked "Anything more recent?" "Well it was alleged, never proven though that a local group try the ceremony every spring on the first quarter of the moon. Its total hogwash if you ask me love." Unbeknownst to Jennifer the mushrooms were accelerating her thought process and her imagination was running wild. "Thanks for telling me your tales Peter, I'm going to turn in now goodnight." She departed quickly to her room. Lying on her bed she started thinking about the witch trying to give herself to the Devil the erotic thought surging through her. Pushing her hand between her legs she found she was wetter than she had ever been. Pushing her finger along her juicy slit Jennifer started playing with her clit. Harder she rubbed, dipping her finger through her fine blonde fur aching for a release. Pushing her finger deeper and faster into her channel, straining desperate for an orgasm when it finally came "Oh Satan take me." She yelled through gritted teeth "Soon." A reply echoed as her orgasm washed over her in a wave and she passed out. The next morning flashbacks of the night started. Had she really done that to herself in a pub bedroom? What had caused her to react that way? Sniffing her hand confirmed it "Ew need a shower." She groggily said to her self `wait a minute who had replied' soon she though` `silly cow you must have imagined it in getting your rocks off.` After showering she gingerly headed out for some fresh air Jennifer headed down towards the old church. Taking her camera she took half a dozen shots around the outside of the crumbling building, tentatively pushed open the creaking door and went inside. Taking more photographs of the interior she was pleased to see the rabbit was no longer there. Her foot steps echoing round the large space she went and had a closer look at the Alter. Tripping slightly on an old mat Jennifer looked down and pulled the mat back revealing the pentagram hidden underneath, she gasped as she saw it proof that something was going on here. Covering it back over after taking a photo of it she headed back to the pub. Later that evening Mark arrived at the home of Peter "Everything ready?" he asked. "We are good to go Kathy, Olivia, and Paul will be arriving shortly" "Steven and Amanda are preparing the Alter and will join us when they have finished." "Great, let's get a drink and finalize details." Mark added with a hint of excitement. The group assembled in Peter's lounge "Ok listen up." Mark started "If anyone wants to bail on this now is the time to do it." Looking around at the group and hearing silence he continued "I have looked at the document in a little more detail. Anyone notice that strange bar at the bottom of the Alter?" Steven nodded "Aye I saw that just now, what is it used for?" "Well when the deed is done it is used to raise the woman's lower body so precious seed is not spilt. She must remain in that position for an hour and a special bung inserted to trap the seed inside." "How long has the bung got to stay in?" Olivia asked "Until the sun rises." Mark added "I have a strange looking thing in my safe. I wonder if it's the bung" Kathy said "I'll go and get it." "Is there anything else in there?" Peter inquired. "Some long leather straps I'll bring them as well." Returning to the group Kathy handed to items to Mark "These straps are for the raising bar and this." He said holding it up "Is most certainly the bung." The group stared at the article Mark was holding looking a small ball made with a piece of smooth leather with a small tassel on the end of it. Mark went to his bag and brought out a small gold cup and a silver handled brush "This is to paint the cross." Everyone nodded As the group donned there robes and got ready Olivia headed back to the pub to spike Jennifer's drink. On entering the bar she was dismayed to see Jennifer was nowhere in sight `This might not be so easy damn where is she` looking out into the car park Olivia gave a sigh of relief as she spotted Jennifer's car. Taking some clean towels from the linen store she proceeded to Jennifer's room where knocking on the door drew no response `crap where is she?` she thought with nothing left for it Olivia went back to join the group. On seeing Olivia's panicked arrival Mark asked "What's wrong?" "I have looked everywhere, Mark, Jennifer's no where in sight." "OK, look it's a small village, she can't be far away." "And as a nosy reporter I bet she is waiting for us at the church." Peter waved a cloth and a bottle in the air "Plan B." He said and with that the group departed for the church Peter took off his robe and clothed himself in normal clothing "I'll follow on don't worry I'll find her." Hiding behind a tree Jennifer camera in hand jumped when she heard a chanting that appeared to be drawing closer. In the light mist she could see moving torches and dark hooded people moving towards the church. Clicking her camera she took photo's of the group's arrival as they disappeared into the old church. Nervously she crept closer and on reaching the church she peered through a window to get a glimpse of what was going on inside. Peter spotted her and chucked to himself closing in on his target he deftly unscrewed the bottle and poured some of the contents onto the cloth. Jennifer, so intent on seeing what was going on inside the church she didn't realize Peter was there until the cloth was pressed onto her mouth and nostrils. Struggling for breath as the cloth gave her little chance but to breathe in the drug vapours. Peter felt her body go limp as the fight drained from her and sleep took hold. Carrying her inside the church Peter quickly handed her over to Steven "Hurry up and get her restrained. I have no idea how long she will be out for." "Kathy, Olivia, take her clothes off." The two girls quickly removed the dark denim trousers and removed her jumper and t-shirt while Steven held her limp body up leaving her underwear on they gently laid her onto the Alter. Peter rejoined the group now in his robes and took hold of Jennifer's arms and raised them over her head and fastened them into the rings either side of the Alter. Mark took her legs bent them at the knee's and pulled them apart locking them in place in the rings at the front end of the Alter. Jennifer began to stir as the chloroform started to wear off coming to she groggily opened her eyes and desperately tried to focus. She quickly realized she was on her back, staring at the church ceiling. She tried to pull her arms down and cried out as the restraints cut into her wrists. Panic set in what was happening to her was she going to be an offering like that rabbit? Tears started to flow at thought. "Ah our beauty is awake." Mark whispered "She will recognize most of our voices if we aren't careful so Amanda will be the only one to talk directly to her got it." The group nodded. Now wearing a mask Kathy produced a long handled silver knife and walked towards the helpless Jennifer. Raising the knife so she could see it, a chant began. Kathy started running the back of the knife over her cool skin. Jennifer more certain than ever of instant death started babbling and pleading to be let go. Ignoring her completely Kathy pushed the knife gently between her breasts and cut the bra in two, sliced the shoulder straps then pulled the garment away. Running the knife down her trim flat stomach she then cut away the knickers leaving Jennifer totally naked open and exposed. Jennifer saw the hooded figure put the knife away, and breathed a sigh of relief. It was now her nakedness dawned on her and she tried to close her legs but restrained as they were it was impossible. She heard rustling and tilting her head to the left she saw two men with erections poking out from their gowns. More panic and pleading.' my god they were going to rape me' she thought hysterically. Kathy brought the gold cup over to one of the men dropped to her knees and started giving him a blow job. Once it was fully erect Kathy started stroking his penis. The groans got louder as she worked her wrist and mouth around the erect organ. Jennifer found the sight surreal but couldn't turn away and watched as the scene developed. Peter the man in question could feel his balls churning and tapped Kathy on her shoulder. Instantly she raised the gold cup, removed his throbbing cock from her mouth and watched as his cum poured into it landing with a dull ping. With Peter spent she went to the second man Mark and was soon performing her artistry on his long penis. Mark, very horny and aroused from seeing his beautiful colleague naked and helpless didn't last too long and his cum shot into the gold cup adding to the load. Jennifer looked away as the hooded woman headed toward her with cup in hand. `Oh no they are going to make me drink it` Kathy stood beside her and retrieved the brush from her belt. The strange chanting started up again Jennifer shivered as the brush tickled her stomach. Kathy dipped the brush into the goo and applied it to Jennifer's flat stomach carefully painting the inverted cross as directed. Kathy Stepped away and moved out of Jennifer's limited line of vision a chorus of chanting began. Jennifer was frantically panicking and trying to figure out what was going on her eyes darted everywhere but saw nothing. Then to her right she saw something a strange white mist was moving around the sinister church. She lost sight of it then it appeared above her and just as it had done before dispersed blowing out the candles leaving no light at all. Dark, formless shapes dashed over the ceiling as any warmth seemed to suddenly evaporate. A strange glow appeared on the pentagram and grew bigger and bigger as it took on a shape. The chanting was louder now and Jennifer's eyes bulged with fear as she saw the figure forming. As she wrestled with her bonds again the glowing figure nodded and took on a final form. "Who hath summoned me on this night?" the figure hissed. Standing in the centre of the pentagram stood a half man half creature being. With two small horns and a forked tail which was flicking like an agitated cat. "Master, it is I that hath called upon you. I present our offering to you." Jennifer again rattled her chains in a desperate attempt to free herself from this madness. "Ah Priestess and disciples you have chosen wisely." He hissed "Priestess come to me." Kathy trembling as she walked to the pentagram and the imposing figure "Prepare me for the feast." "Please let me go, Please." Jennifer begged "Silence child, all in good time." He hissed at her. Now Priestess, get me ready." The creature placed his scaly hands on Kathy's shoulders and pushed her to her knee's. Instinctively she reached out and took hold of his growing prick gasping at its size and power. Tentatively Kathy started her blow job, her mouth straining to take in the huge shaft. Choking as the prick hit the back of her throat, Kathy gamely carried on sucking until she was pulled away the scaly hands pushing her aside "You have done well, Priestess, your turn will come, but it is time to enjoy the offering." Moving over to the Alter and the trembling Jennifer the scaly hands reached down and started caressing her stomach rubbing the semen cross into the smooth flat skin. Jen felt a strange heat on her stomach as the caress continued until all the semen had been rubbed away. "No oh god no." she screamed as the creature loomed over her "He can't help you child you are mine now!" Satan laughed and flicked her nipples with his scaly hand. Bending down he used his forked tongue to lash at her sensitive nipples "Ah no please." Jennifer babbled as the torment continued. Satan stood up moved forward and slowly pushed the tip of his massive organ against Jennifer's tight pussy "Noooo." She shrieked but to no avail as the massive organ pushed forwards and started to insert itself in her tight passage. Jen started bucking, desperately trying to rid herself of the invading monster. Satan slowly pushed more of his prick into her, letting her body adjust to his size gradually. Now with his cock half way in he began the in and out motion with more being inserted on every in stroke. Jennifer's sobbing continued as her body began to betray her. Satan gave a huge thrust and shoved the last of his prick into her the tip crashing into her cervix causing a massive scream out of Jen. Picking up the pace he really let her have it, pulling all the way out and lunging back in at great speed the massive tip crashing into her cervix at every thrust. Now moaning as well as sobbing, Jen could do nothing as unwanted sensations built up in her body. Satan pulled the leg restraints off as he plowed on and lifted her legs in the air. With the change of angle the massive prick started to hit on different areas of her inner walls. Jen felt the start of an unwanted orgasm "Oh." She wailed "No!" Satan smiled as he felt her shake and lunged in deep, the cock's-head lodged firmly against the opening in her cervix and with a ungodly roar filled her with his cum. On and on it spewed filling her insides Jennifer felt every cum blast hitting deep inside her finally the massive prick twitched its last. Withdrawing with an audible plop Satan turned to his followers "The deed is done. Priestess you know what to do." And with that he was gone. Steve and Mark raised the bar pulling Jennifer's lower body in the air securing her legs again. Kathy gently reached up and pushed the small leather bung into Jennifer's ravished pussy. "Please let me go." She cried. Peter opened his bottle up poured the liquid onto the cloth and applied it to Jennifer's mouth and nose "That will keep her quiet." "What do we do now?" he asked "Bloody good question, how long until sun rise?" Olivia asked. "We have three hours does anyone have any sleeping pills we can't keep using that liquid." "Yep at the pub I have let's get her back to her room." Removing her restraints the men carried her limp form away. Kathy Picked up Jennifer's clothes and camera making sure she deleted all the photos that were on there. Back at the Pub Olivia grabbed two of her sleeping pills and with some water managed to force them into Jennifer. As dawn started to break Mark smiled as he pushed his fingers into her pussy and removed the bung which made another audible plop as he removed it. The girls then somehow managed to redress her and left her to sleep. Waking up in her room later with a headache from hell, Jen tried to piece together what had happened was it a dream or was it real either way she was getting out of that damn village and never coming back. And just in case she took a morning after pill, but would that thwart the Devils plan? Siris 9 This is an introduction to the world of Siris 9. Siris 9 is planet similar to earth in climate and size, but far older. Siris 9 had an advanced society similar to 20th century earth thousands of years ago. As women gained more social and political power, society began to unravel. Women were not at home taking care of children, those children grew up to have a lot of social problems. Crime started getting out of control, people were not well adjusted adults, several wars started and decimated large segments of the population. A group of concerned scientists began to realize that women were a stabilizing force on the home and society, and that their roles outside of that were causing huge social problems. Some of the scientists were Geneticists, and they started experimenting with genes on the X chromosome. Some experimentation revealed that women could be made far more docile and submissive if small changes were made to the X chromosome. Decades of experimentation improved upon the techniques, and a secret program was hatched to introduce the changes in females shortly after birth. Females were given injections of drugs after Birth that introduced genetic changes that affected them all through their development. As the girls grew older, all they wanted to do was stay at home, care for their husbands and children, and be homemakers. As they developed into adolescence, the older women began to suspect that something was not as it should be with the girls, but it was too late to change. As time went on, the older women died off, leaving only the genetically modified women in their place. The scientists deemed their experiment a success as crime rates dropped, society became more organized, and both the men and women appeared far happier. As siris 9 became more technologically advanced, it became possible to alter nearly everything about a persons appearance and attitude through genetic modification. Improvements to health and lifespan, anger control, an end to all genetic deformities and diseases, made the quality of life better than it had ever been In the history of the planet. As the centuries past, the planet became far more patriarchal than it had ever been. Men liked the power and control that they had after the genetic modifications, and were going to make sure that society never reverted back to the way it was, and that all social, financial and political power would be controlled by men. Women's appearance was genetically changed in ways that were attractive to men. They were hairless from the neck down except for a small area directly above their vagina, grey hair was eliminated, nipples and areoles made larger. They could eat anything and never gain or lose weight. Physical attractiveness could be controlled before conception so that every women was a "10" by earth standards. Breasts were made slightly larger and firmer, and would never sag. The birth rate was altered so that 2 females were born for every male child. Men's smaller numbers did not matter as the women had no interest in political or economic power, and had great respect for male authority, and generally just wanted to be as pleasing as possible to all men. Men and women were educated in separate schools. Women would be taught basic reading and writing skills through elementary school, but after elementary school women's education was far different than men. While the men would continue with advanced math and science, the women would be prepared to be Homemakers and mothers. The middle school years for girls was spent on training in respect, obedience, to male authority, cooking and cleaning. As women moved into the high school years, dancing, male and female anatomy, and sex education were introduced. Before all girls could graduate from high school, all had to pass written and practical exams on washing and ironing clothes, cooking a wide variety of different types of food, cleaning techniques, advanced massage therapy. Some sexual techniques such as basic ways to give a blowjob, hand job, and basic intercourse positions. As men continued their education in something similar to a college setting, the women graduating high school would be assigned to a school to serve the men in general, and 1 young man in particular to polish their skills. The women would have several rotations of about 8 weeks in duration, doing either general serving in the mess halls, entertainment such as dancing or playing a musical instrument, or taking care of 1 of the men privately. The private rotation was the last for the girl, and the most important. The man she was assigned to would grade her in several areas, and it was very important to the girl to receive high marks from the young man. If she did not receive a passing mark from the young man, she was sent home in disgrace to her family, and would not be eligible for marriage until she passed. Several stories take place on siris 9 , and this should provide some basic background information. Siri's Biggest Fan I pulled up alongside a large Victorian style house and slowed to a stop, confirming this was in fact the right address. I pulled into the long driveway and came to a stop along side a shiny lexus. I grabbed my clipboard and stepped out of my van. I admired the house as I approached the front door. I rang the doorbell and stepped back. I stood there patiently waiting for about 5 minutes, but still no one came to the door. I pushed the doorbell a second time. As soon as I pulled my finger away, the door swung open. I was greeted by a woman who appeared to be slightly flustered. I introduced myself, "Hi there, I'm Kyle and I'm with the plumbing and restoration company." I extended out my hand toward her. She perked up and replied, "Oh yes, ok. I'm Siri, nice to meet you Kyle." She shook my hand firmly and said, "Sorry to make you wait, I was upstairs when you rang the bell." "That's no problem. So you called for a mechanic to come in and look at some water damage then?" I asked, double checking my papers. I then looked up at her and scanned her up and down. Siri was rather tall, likely 2 or 3 inches taller than I. She had a very soft and pretty face framed by fire red hair that came down to her shoulders. My eyes dropped down as I took notice that all she was wearing was a baby blue tank top and a pair of grey shorts. She possessed a nice hearty, meaty physique. Her thighs were thick and filled out her shorts. Her tummy was flat, but still had that sort of layer of baby fat. Her tank top appeared a few sizes too small, because it didn't pull very far down. This left her tummy out in the open with a deep bellybutton. She had a slight case of the muffin top going on. A little bubble of flesh was squeezed out above her waistband. My eyes locked onto her chest for a long moment. Her boobs were rather massive. She had them mashed together beneath her tank top. The fabric across her chest was noticeably stretched out and faded, allowing a fuzzy glimpse underneath to her bare skin. She wasn't wearing a bra, so her nipples poked through her top plain as day. She had a mountain of cleavage showing out the top. My eyes returned to her face to see that she was staring at me with one eyebrow raised and an amused look about her. I did my best to play it off casually, but I could feel my cheeks turning red. She gave me a wide grin, clearly aware of what I was just doing. She had a beautiful smile. "Yeah, I apologize for being a little... underdressed." She looked down at herself. "I wasn't expecting anyone for at least another hour." "Really?" I inquired. "is this not a good time for you?" She quickly responded by firing a barrage of no's at me, then stepped aside and waved her arm, ushering me inside. I walked in and admired how elegant well decorated her home was. I heard her shut the door, then she walked past me and said over her shoulder, "If you want to follow me to the kitchen." I followed closely behind her. My eyes immediately fell upon buttocks. I watched intently as her jiggly butt rippled and bounced with each step she took. Her grey shorts only covered about half of her ass. A large chunk of booty hung out the bottom, free to jiggle and shake for my viewing pleasure. I followed her bouncing booty down a long hall and right into the kitchen. I finally broke my gaze and cleared my throat. I placed my clipboard on the counter between her and I. "Alright, before we get started here I'm gonna have to ask you to look over this disclaimer and sign at the bottom." I placed the pen down on the sheet. "It's just stating our policies and limitations as to what we can do ourselves, for liability purposes. And that in the event of an emergency, we aren't held liable for any damage costs unless it occurs after we have completed the job." Siri leaned over the counter resting her elbows as she peered at the disclaimer. I watched her eyes dart back and forth as she was reading, then my eyes looked down at her boobs pushed up and over her elbows. Her tits were pushing out of her tank top, and I half expected them to just rip right through it altogether. She grabbed the pen and scribbled on the bottom of the sheet, which prompted me to reestablish eye contact. She slid the sheet to me and I grabbed it and secured it in the clipboard. "Alright, were all set. Why don't you show me where you're having concerns." She pointed over by the sink and said, "Right there." We walked over to it together and then she proceeded to turn on the faucet. There was a sputter or two, followed by a brownish red colored water spit out. "Well, there's definitely some rust damage somewhere along the line, have you looked underneath the sink?" She nodded her head in response and swung the cabinet drawer open. "It's very wet in there and there's a funky odor, too." She explained. I got down on my knees and peered my head inside. I pulled my flashlight from my belt to see what the damage was. There was a lot of water damage. Siri bent over next to me to try and poke her head in as well. Out of the corner of my eye all I could see huge tits swinging back and forth, inches from my face. I pulled away carefully and stood up. "Well from what I can see, you have a leaky pipe somewhere along the drain, which is why you have the water damage underneath. Luckily, that smell is most likely just from the moisture making it musty in there. I'm confident you don't have any mold forming. So I'll just need to find the leak and seal it, then get rid of some of that moisture." She stood up and placed her hands on her hips and had a look of deep thought on her face. "Ok, so how long should I be expecting this to take?" She asked. "Well, the repairs themselves shouldn't take very long at all. However, I have to set up my drying fan to dry it out underneath, and it's hard to accurately say how long that can take. If I had to make a guess, I would say about 2 hours altogether." "Alright then, sounds good." She clapped her hands. "Is there anything else you need from me then? I was about to get in the shower when you got here." She said. I waved my hand and said, "Don't worry about me, go about your business as needed. I just need to run out and grab my tools and I'll get started right away." "Sounds good," She smiled. "If there is an emergency by chance, I'll be upstairs, second door on the right." I gave her an awkward nod of acknowledgment as she turned and walked away. She maybe took three steps before she came to sudden halt and spun around. When she whipped her body around, her heavy boobs came swinging around after. They slapped around for a moment before coming to a stop. "I'm so sorry, can I offer you something to drink." She asked. "Uh, water would be great. Clean water that is, if you have it." I joked. She nodded and went to the fridge. She opened the door and bent over to dig around in the bottom shelf. Her bubbly booty popped up in the air in front of me. She wiggled her hips back and forth gently while grabbing the water. She stood up straight, but her shorts were wedged deep up into her ass crack and were bunched up over her cheeks, leaving the majority of her ass exposed. Siri reached behind with both hands. She extracted the grundie from her ass between her fingers, then slid her fingers along the bottom of her shorts, pulling them back down. She let go with a little snap, making a small ripple to flow across her cheeks. She then turned around laughing and said, "Sorry you had to see that, I didn't even consider the fact that you were standing right there." She had the water tucked into her cleavage. I just chuckled and shook my head, feeling my face get red again. She pulled out the water bottle and handed it to me. "These damn shorts are always riding up on me now that I've been getting fat." She remarked, looking over her shoulder and grabbing a meaty chunky of ass in her hand. I gave her a sheepish smile as a took my water and said, "You're nowhere near fat, and I don't care. You gotta do what you gotta do, right?" She gave me another big grin, then walked away. She called out to me to insist I don't be afraid to come get her if need be. Once she got upstairs, I went out to the van to grab my tools. I got right to work, identifying and sealing the leaks in the pipe and wiping out as much of the excess moisture as I could. About a half hour had passed, and I had nearly forgotten that Siri was still here. I crawled out to take a drink. I stood up and saw Siri walking into the kitchen. She only had a small white towel wrapped around her body. She was wrapping a pink towel around her head as she approached. Her towel was just barely pulled up high enough to cover her nipples it seemed. All of her breasts were hanging down freely and exposed off her chest. It fell to just above her knees. My eyes widened as I took a swig of water. "Just wanted to check on you and see how things were going." She said. I nodded and said, "Good, good." I looked down at the floor to prevent myself from staring. She asked me how bad the damage was while she continued to fiddle with the towel on her head. I look up and watch in terror as I noticed the towel was slowly starting to slide down and come undone. I caught a glimpse at one of her nipples peeking out from the towel. Just as the towel was about to come loose and fall, Siri swiftly snatched it in one hand, holding it overself to avoid flashing me. "Woo hoo, that was close!" She exclaimed, laughing out loud. I just nodded my head and chuckled. She took extra precaution this time and pulled the towel up under her armpits, so that now her breasts were fully covered. She then urged me to continue. I explained where I found the leaks, and reassured her that they were completely sealed now. "I just started the process of drying it out down there. If you look inside, you can see that most of the excess condensation is gone." I explained. "Oh, yeah? Ok." She responded in curiosity. She dropped down to her knees, then threw the towel off her head. She scrubbed her fingers across her head, leaving her fiery hair ruffled and wild. Then with one hand still clutching the towel against her chest, she leaned in to take a peek. She apparently was not fully aware of how small her towel was, or maybe just didn't care. By pulling it up higher, it now was lifted up so much so that half of her butt was showing out the bottom. I truly wanted to say something out of respect to her modesty, but I choked on the words and froze. I just stood there admiring her chunky butt sticking up in the air. She called out to me asking for the flashlight, so I got down behind her and reached it up past her shoulder. Once she grabbed it, I backed away and sat back on me feet, trying to put some distance between us. It dawned on me that she probably hasn't yet put on underwear since getting out of the shower. I gave in to curiosity and lowered my head down between her legs for a look. Low and behold, there were her lips, cleanly shaven and out in the open. My heart was pounding and blood was flowing to my crotch when she asked something of me. I slid myself awkwardly alongside her to poke my head in as well. Once she was satisfied, I backed out first and she followed. "I'd say were probably looking at about another hour before it's completely dry." "Sounds good, I'm gonna head back upstairs and dressed for work then." She said. I nodded and watched her walk away. She not so discreetly reached back and pulled up under the towel to itch her butt as she walked away. I proceeded to get the dryers set up and running. Once that was done, all that was left to do was to wait. I decided to go for a little walk on a self guided tour. I walked about, admiring the art she had hanging and the elegant atmosphere she had created. I wondered to myself just what line of work is she in that she has this big house and expensive furniture and a brand new lexus in the driveway. I entered the living room and noticed a plaque framed on the wall. Below it on a shelf was a gold trophy of some sort. I approached it and looked up at the plaque. It read, AVN awards : best POV performance, with her name SIRI engraved underneath. I sat there puzzled for a moment, then I looked down at the trophy. It was a figurine of a nude woman clutching a dildo in her hand. I read the engraving: pornstar of the year. My heart skipped as it all came to me. This was Siri, the pornstar. I stood there trying to process the new information. I started to have a mini panic attack and rushed back to the kitchen and sat down anxiously. After about 10 minutes, Siri came walking in the kitchen. I looked up and my jaw fell to the floor. She strutted towards me in a skin tight black leather one piece. There were buckles and spikes all over her body. She had the zipper in front up as far as she could go, but her boobs were just too big. They pushed out the top like two mountains. Every step she took her heels clacked on the linoleum and her boobs shook and rippled violently. She also had black leather gloves on that pulled up to her elbows. Her make up was done to perfection and her red hair was straightened. She got to the table and heaved a long sigh. My face was burning from blushing so much. She reached down between her boobs and pulled her phone from deep within her cleavage. She looked down at it and said, "Shit, I'm gonna have to call and tell them I'm going to be late." She began dialing and brought the phone to her ear. She walked away to another room. The back of her latex outfit was split wide open, resembling assless chaps. Her fat ass was completely exposed, save for the wiry red thong she had yanked deep up her crack. I watched her bubbly booty bounce up and down and side to side freely as she turned the corner. She returned a moment later, tucking her phone back in her cleavage. "How much longer do you think before we're good here?" She asked me. "30 minutes at most, I would say." She muttered something under her breath and had a stressed look about her. "Well since we are gonna be sitting here, I'm gonna have a beer. Would you like one?" She asked me. "Oh, no." I shook my head. "I can't drink while I'm on the job." She just rolled her eyes at me, grabbing two beers from the fridge. She slid one to me saying, "You're not even working anymore, you're just sitting here." She retorted. I looked up at her as she crossed her arms under her boobs and gave me a dirty look. "Please, I insist." She implored. I gave in and took it, twisting off the top. She raised her beer up and said, "Cheers" and took a long swig. I followed along and took a little sip. Siri set down her beer and walked over to the sink. I watched as she very cautiously bent over, legs squeezed together. She sat there feeling inside impatiently. She said to me, "I absolutely hate wearing this latex shit. It's almost impossible to move in." Out of nowhere I blurted out, "Congratulations on your awards." I basically was having a conversation with her ass that was looking right back at me. "Oh, yeah thanks." She replied unenthusiastically. "I have to be honest, I was kind of caught off guard once I realized who you were." I admitted, blushing again. "Is that so? Well I can't see I've ever known anyone else by the name of Siri." She remarked. "That's a good point," I admitted. "Well... I'm a big fan of your work." I praised. She then stood up and looked back at me and said, "Are you my biggest fan?" She made quotation signs on biggest, and said it in a sarcastic sultry voice. She winked at me and smiled. She looked down at herself and went, "Oopsie!" She giggled like a little girl as she noticed that her boobs must have fallen out of her top when she bent over. I glared at her giant tits as my throat went dry. She carefully tucked them back in and gave them a good squeeze to secure them. "Sorry about that." She laughed. "They basically have a mind of their own." "It's alright." I said bashfully as I took a drink. "Hey, it's not like you've never seen them before, right?" She sneered with a wink. She grabbed her beer and slammed the rest of it. She slid the empty bottle away and immediately went for a second one. She took a drink and looked at me. "So Kyle, do you watch a lot of porn?" I snickered and replied, "No not really. I mean maybe a couple times a week I guess." She shrugged. "I'm guessing you don't have a girl at home, do you?" "That I don't." I said shaking my head. I took a big gulp to finish my beer. "I'm sorry to hear that. I can't imagine how frustrating it must be to have to masturbate exclusively. I know I'd go fucking insane." I just shrugged at her. She glanced at me and started biting her lower lip. "So... have you ever gotten off while watching me?" She raised her eyebrows and started smirking. I just made a funny noise at her and said, "Well, obviously." I started chuckling to myself. She looked away and replied, "Well, I'm glad to be of service." At that moment her phone started ringing. I could barely hear it, muffled deep in her tits. She pulled it out and went into the other room again. 5 or so minutes later she came stomping back in angrily, heels clacking and boobs bouncing. I looked at her with concern, awaiting an explanation. "Well, my scene got cancelled. Apparently they couldn't afford to wait for me so they just packed up the set and left." Siri through her phone on the counter. "Oh, I'm sorry. I hope I wasn't an inconvenience being here." I said. She paused for just a moment, then said, "No, it's not your fault. I'm just pissed that I spent half an hour squeezing my fat ass into this thing for nothing now." She sighed dropped her head onto the counter. I didn't know how to console her, so I got up and checked the fans. "Well the good news is everything's just about dry, so I can clean up and get out of your hair soon." I said. She lifted her head up and looked at me for what seemed like an hour. I looked away uncomfortably, then she asked me with a straight face, "So what's it like to be standing in the same room with someone you've masturbated to?" I was caught off guard and couldn't make out any words as I sat there puzzled. She got up off the counter. "I mean, don't you wanna know what it might be like to experience them in person?" "Well, yeah I suppose so." I said bluntly. She merely nodded and looked away, taking a drink. I went back to the cabinet to start unplugging the fans. When I finished, I pulled out and swiveled around on my knees. Siri was towering right over me to my surprise. She had undone her zipper half way. Her enormous boobs were hanging loosely above me. I saw her large nipples getting hard by the second. I just looked up at her in shock. "You wanna touch them?" She asked. I slowly rose to my feet, but was unable to get words out. I just stood there staring at her chest. She stomped her foot on the floor in frustration, then grabbed both of my hands. She pulled them to her and placed them on her tits. "See? Soft, right?" I remained motionless, tits in hand. She just laughed at me and rolled her eyes. "Come on, squeeze them Kyle, for fuck's sake!" She demanded. I broke free from my paralysis and started kneading them in my fingers and patting them. Then I pushed them together and mashed them up and down. "There you go, that's much better." She grinned. "You know you've always dreamed of being able to do this." My heart rate was gradually rising. I pinched her nipples and yanked hard on them, letting them bounce back and forth. "Come here." She said in a soothing voice. She grabbed the back of my neck and gently pulled my head towards her. She pressed my face deep into the depths of her cleavage. My entire head was enveloped in her warm, soft boobies. She started shaking her boobs to and fro, slapping and mauling my face.