My wife, his bride...

The story below has been finished with what had never been fully told before now...

The night was cold and it was threatening rain. There was no one about out of doors, although a large number of cars where parked outside the old building. Rachel had spent a long time in her preparation but looked absolutely superb when she finally declared that she was ready.




The underwear that she'd bought was so gorgeous and she looked perfect in every way, and so very, very sexy. She and I found ourselves in a small room which, judging from the hubbub of voices, was attached to the main hall of the church. Peering through the open doorway, I could just see the altar and surrounds all covered in black satin cloth with the floor carpeted with a deep purple carpet. The main guy, who we did not know, quickly stripped his clothes off and donned a thick, black, garment, pulling the cowl up over his head. He then flipped a couple of switches on the wall so that the area of the altar darkened and suffused with a reddish glow, the rest of the hall being submerged in shadow. Immediately the chatter in the church subsided into an excited and expectant murmuring as the congregation of Satanists eagerly saw that what they'd impatiently been waiting for, was about to take place.

We could hear his voice addressing the gathered men who had immediately hushed in excited expectation.
"Satanic Brother's," he began, "As you know, our Lord Satan has delivered to us a young wife to be abused for his glory." Again an excited murmur arose from the unseen congregation. "Not only is this woman young , but she is beautiful as well. She is a pure and chaste bride, having been married before God in his holy church. Our Lord Satan has chosen this young bride and her husband to be corrupted for his glory. He has chosen them to corrupt and destroy the purity and chastity of their marriage. He has chosen them to make a mockery of their wedding vows before God, and he has chosen this young bride for us to look upon her body, and with evil thoughts in our minds, to fuck and to abuse in abominable ways."

Again a murmur of approbation arose. The lead guy continued: "Our Lord Satan has sown his seeds of evil, and this young woman has shown her worth by offering a prayer to him while she was being deeply fucked with the holy symbol of the crucifix." More murmurs of approval as he continued; "The husband of this pure offering to The Lord Devil, has seen the evil of the Satanic way, and willingly offers his chaste wife to be used in the practise of wickedness and evil."

Here he motioned to Rachel to step forth into the presence of the gathered congregation.

I looked at my wife's face and saw her eyes wide with nervousness, and a flush upon her pale face, all of which made her look even more beautiful. She stepped forward onto the raised platform before the men who would abuse and corrupt her for Satan. There was a great hubbub of comments and sounds of approval from the gathered men. There were gasps at her pure loveliness and sexiness, as well as comments of praise, and a general enthusiasm and eagerness of the men to lay hands upon her pure body.

I'd looked towards the darkened body of the church as she had stepped forward onto the raised platform, my gaze being greeted by a sea of faces all shrouded in the same black, hooded garb that the guy wore. I felt a shudder, not of fear for my wife, but of elation, as I thought of how she was to become their victim and a sacrifice...

She was to be ritually fucked.

He now beckoned to me to step forward, and he next addressed me directly. "Robert, having conformed to the rituals and rites of the Christian church in marrying Rachel and having promised before God to honour your wife and remain true and faithful to her, do you now renounce those vows and give your wife to be abused and used in honour of The Evil One?"

I felt overwhelming lust arising within me, and I felt my cock rapidly swelling as I answered in a firm, loud voice, "I DO."

An appreciative murmur of approval, with one or two of the congregation commenting more audibly.

"Fellow Satanists," he resumed, now addressing the congregation. "Let us behold this man's wife, the pure and lovely victim of Our Lord The Devil, as yet chaste and unsullied but even now with her mind filled by Satan's power, and wishing to become His whore and His harlot.




Rachel told me afterwards that at this point her heart was racing, her mind was in a whirl. She'd listened to everything that had been said and had grown more and more lustful and excited. She knew that the moment she had stepped through that sacred door, she was lost and would truly become a whore of The Devil, but she'd had no qualms about what she was doing, in fact she was savouring the wonderful moment of formally giving herself to be sexually used in this totally new and untried experience.

I watched on with incredible lust and excitement as I saw my darling wife being gloated upon and offered. I knew that very soon she would be fucked and ravished by all of these assembled men.

"Rachel," he now spoke again, addressing my wife. "Before God's altar you promised chastity and purity, you promised faithfulness towards your husband Robert. Do you now freely renounce those vows?"

She went to speak but in her extreme excitement the words could hardly be heard even by that intimidating and dominant figure standing right before her. She took a deep breath and then in a pure brittle voice, uttered the words "I DO."

"And do you Rachel," he continued, smiling lecherously at her as he spoke, "Do you give yourself to Satan to be his whore and slut, that you may be made corrupt and sinful?"

Once more my wife of 8 years and the Mother of our two c***dren, answered clearly, "I DO"

"Do you, Rachel, offer your body to the disciples of Satan, that they may use you for wicked and sinful purposes that The Lord Devil shall be pleased to see your purity and chastity defiled and sullied?"

Rachel's mind was surging with lustful excitement and she wondered if The Devil would indeed possess her. Again in a clear voice she answered in the affirmative, "I DO."

Whereas I had only been asked one question, it was obvious that David was turned on by making my wife answer many questions about her degradation.

"Are you willing to become Satan's harlot?" she was asked. She replied, "I AM."

"Are you desirous of becoming base and wicked and to have your body used for gross indecencies?"

Again she replied, "I AM."

That man's evil leer had become more and more broad with each question. He now turned back to address the men in the congregation. "Brothers in wickedness," he said grinning, "let us please our Lord and Master, Satan, and destroy every last vestige of goodness in this victim of The Evil One. Let us truly make her his whore and slut and harlot.

Turning to some large object that stood covered with purple silk shrouds, he announced, "Let the slut be taught the difference between good and evil," with these words he pulled the silk cloth so that it fell away to reveal a life sized crucifix, that crucifix that had been a part of the original church for over one hundred years, and which had been venerated by worshippers for that length of time.

Rachel let out an involuntary gasp when she saw it, for as she cast her eye over it she saw, between the loins of Christ, there protruded a huge, fat, curved, erect penis over two inches thick and perhaps ten inches long....

At these last words, the men in the congregation had eagerly surged forward to do what they would with my wife. She seemed to have gone into some sort of trance... Her beautiful underwear was now ripped from her body and she was stripped totally naked. Several burly men now bodily lifted her upwards towards the crucifix. At the same time she felt a greasy hand lubricating her asshole, and she immediately knew the purpose as she was located on to the massive cock of Jesus which, with her downward weight, pressed at the hole of her ass, so that with virtually no preparation or easement, it was pushing open and the huge cock began to slide upwards into her body.

"God!" she gasped as she felt the massive head of the cock opening her hole and stretching her anal passage wide.

"Not a word we use here," one of the men laughed at her.

Then she shocked me...

"My Lord and Master..... Satan," Rachel gasped, correcting herself. I could not believe she had uttered those words and then hung her head forward in shame.

The head of the huge cock had entered her hole and she felt as if she would be split open. The men held her upright in position and let her weight sink her slowly down on the cock of Christ as it slowly entered her bowels. She was gasping and panting, she had never before blasphemed but now, almost without thinking, and perhaps with The Devil controlling her mind, she uttered the words, "fuck me with the cock of Christ that I am sodomised for Lord Satan."

Fortunate that she was a petite little thing and light of weight, the massive thick cock only slowly penetrated up into her intestines but even so her anus did reach the bottom curve of the cock and she was supported thus, gasping as she felt the huge thickness of Christ's cock stretching her incredibly, feeling the cock pressing and stretching the furthest recesses of her anal passage.

Once Rach was positioned and fastened to the cross, with the huge cock deep within her bowels, the man again stood in front of her and looking up at her, he said loudly so that all could hear, "Behold, slut of Satan, your Master." With these words he tugged the purple silk cloth which easily fell from something directly in front of her. It revealed a huge, magnificent, carved image of The Devil, similar to the portrait that she had first seen at David's apartment on the occasion of her being fucked with the crucifix.

She just gasped and stared at the splendour of the b**st. It wasn't until a moment or two of staring at the cruel and fearsome face of the carved image before she looked further over the splendid being and saw a massive cock rising proudly from between the a****l like loins of the Satanic b**st.

The men now edged the carved image of Satan close to Rachel so that the huge, thick cock pressed against her naked belly. The closer it came to her, the more she was entranced by the eyes that looked straight into her own. At first she had the idea that the eyes were real but she told herself how could they be.

And yet they stared cruelly into her own and seemed to be alive. She was truly entranced, with feelings of fear, then of fascination, and finally of submission and devotion.

The men supported her once again, and undid the straps attaching her to the cross. Then two men, standing on small stools, lifted her up off the cock of Christ, and so positioned her that not only was that original cock still probing at her ass, but also the huge cock of The Devil was entering into her vagina.

Slowly both cocks, those of Christ and Satan penetrated together into her body. She gasped as she felt the two massive rods entering into both anus and vagina, stretching both channels brutally.

"Fucking whore! Filthy slut! Satanic cunt!" she heard and this just filled her with ever increasing lust for what was being done to her.

She clung to the a****l like image of Satan, and gazed into the fascinating eyes. Never had she experienced such a feeling, she felt that she must surely be ripped open by the massive cocks within her body, and yet her holes seemed to slowly accommodate them and in discomfort she felt more sluttish than she had ever felt in her entire life.

She hung there impaled.

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Later, much later she was brought down and laid on the cold stone floor, decorated with lines she couldn't take in. Rachel looked exhausted to me, her cheeks flushed, her body used, totally naked and vulnerable.

“You ready for more, harlot?” the leader asked.

Rachel nodded slowly. He began to read from the paper. Strange words that she and I had never heard before. It sounded a little like Latin, but seemed wrong, different to any Latin words we had ever known. She felt the ache and let her attention wander as the chanting went on behind her, nothing was going to happen beyond what had… then she started in shock when she saw the thin wisp of mist appear in the middle of the pentagram. We both felt that we must be imagining it. Rach rubbed her eyes and looked again. No, there was definitely something there. Now it was a curl of white smoke.

Something’s actually happening, she thought, incredulously, as the curl of smoke grew into a small column. It curled around in the centre of the pentagram. Twisting slightly as it did. Behind her she could hear the leader speaking louder, almost shouting the words. The smoke darkened sharply, twisted violently, then it moved. It curled upwards, over the pentagram, over her head. Rachel turned to watch it with a mix of amazement and horror. A horror that increased as the column of smoke surrounded her.

“Rob!” She shouted to me taking a step forwards. She froze at what she saw.

The smoke spread outwards, growing in size. It began to morph into a shape, rapidly turning from black formless smoke into a solid form. Then, standing on the altar steps was a monstrous form, a demon. The thing towered over my wife. It’s skin was black, it looked like leather. It glistened in the light. Two huge wings spread out from it’s back. It’s body was massive, muscular, terrifying. It’s feet had long claws instead of nails, as did it’s hands, its face awesome yet frightening. The sharp angular lines of its face seemed totally wrong. Its mouth was filled with sharp fang like teeth, its eyes, its eyes were red like fire. They seemed to burn in its sockets.

Scared, afraid, she wanted to scream, to run. Only her body was frozen by fear. The thing stretched, flexing it’s muscles for a moment. She could see them ripple as it moved. We both knew that it could tear her apart with ease. It turned its gaze from the congregation of acolytes to her, looking straight at her. Rachel gasped in shock at the heat from that gaze. She could feel it on her skin, like standing too close to a fire when it was lit. The demon moved its gaze slowly down her body, then began to move back up. As it did, to her surprise, Rachel felt her body react. Not with fear, but need and lust. Her skin seemed to begin to tighten under the glare of its gaze. She shifted her legs, and I noticed that she parting them slightly. She felt her pussy grow warm, wet as its gaze flashed up passing over her. Her breath grew deep, slowing down. When the b**st's eyes alighted on her breasts she felt the nipples begin to harden again, to grow almost painfully tight. She gasped at the sensation, she said to me later, just as if someone has just licked over them. Then the demon was looking into her eyes. Instantly her fear vanished. Instead she felt need, its need and her lust. The connection was unspeakable, but immediate. Her body responded in reply.

Rachel's breasts were so pert, her skin like ivory. At that moment she clearly felt powerful and increasingly sexual. Her eyes looked down to the rapidly growing erection the demon was getting. She gazed at the sheer size of him. It just added to her body’s lust for him. Instinctively she tilted her shoulders back, pushing her breasts towards him. He smiled at her and stepped forwards. Rachel breathed in deeply, heat already spreading between her legs. She didn't understand what was happening...

“I am Assurus, Lord of the Dark Side.” He said in a deep voice that filled the church. There was a murmured response. Towering over her completely, she craned her neck back to look up at him. He seemed to be communicating with her directly, asking her "what it you was you need from me you slut Rachel?" The pure lust coming off him was overwhelming. She felt light headed from it. She watched as he lifted one hand up and ran one claw across her breast. A thin red line appeared where he grazed her and I saw the faintest of blood surfacing . In my horror I saw the creature lean down and lick it, then circle his tongue over that breast. Rachel gasped, arching her back to offer her chest to him in self gift. He took the orb, drawing the breast freely offered into his mouth. Sucking deeply on it, his tongue curling around her nipple. There was another murmur from the congregation of watchers, excited by her wantonness. Rachel, too, murmured at the deep sensation, feeling the heat growing between her legs.

Slowly he lifted his head back up, watching her all the time. She was not surprised as she felt his hand run down over the flat of her stomach. She parted her legs as she felt him rubbing between them. For a moment she felt a slight stab of fear that he was going to push a claw into her pussy. He did not, instead he ran on finger along her vulva. Then pressed it against her clitoris. Rachel gasped softly at the touch of his finger, like fire pressed against her. He circled her clit, rubbing firmly against it. She gasped louder, half closing her eyes as the kinetic energy of his touch sent ripples of pleasure up her body. He rubbed against her, seemingly knowing exactly how she liked it, softly circling her clit, then rubbing up and down against it. Her gasps grew deeper, louder with each stroke of his finger. She could feel him watching her intently. When she looked up he was looking right into her eyes. His gaze caught hers and held it. She could not pull her eyes away from his. She was both frightened and excited. Even as his touch increased the pleasure inside her surged. His finger pressed hard against her clit, rubbing over it in a tight circle sending waves of feeling through her. She peaked rapidly under his knowing touch.

“Fuck, oh fuck I'm cumming.” I watched as Rachel gasped, her body bursting into orgasm. Again there was a murmur from the crowd. She gasped rapidly and coloured, her neck, her cheeks, her pale face was reddening at the release of pleasure flashing through her. Yet just as she felt it was dying away, without warning, a second orgasm erupted in her, totally taking her breath away. It was followed by a third which left her shattered. As she came like this I watched him him drawing in a deep breath. It seemed as if his skin glowed, he looked like he was savouring her orgasm, sensing it through his eyes and flared nostrils, inhaling it. Then he seemed to grow bigger, taller, his muscles expanding. It was noticeable that he had grown, he was gorging on her lust. When the third orgasm died down she was clinging to his arm to keep from falling. She was supplicant. He was her master. His skin felt so hot under her hands.

“Yes Rachel, multiple orgasms” the Satanic figure said to her as she gasped for breath. “Do you like it that I am to make you my fuck toy?.”

“Yes, god yes.” said my formerly demur wife, the mother of our kinder, as she gasped between breaths. He smiled, a smile that did not reach his eyes.

“Now is the time for you to be initiated into the deep magick. You will worship the Gurth of Hades. I will use you like you have never been used before. Do you want that?” He asked her. I didn't know what was going to happen next. Rachel glanced across at me, then looked up at him, wide eyed, in a sort of sentient trance. She nodded decisively. He reached down to curl his hands around her waist. With a quick, easy movement he lifted her up. Holding her chest to his, his clawed hand fumbled between his monstrous legs and inexorably she felt him guiding himself directly up into her pussy. His cock felt so hard, so thick against her. She chewed softly on her bottom lip as he lowered her down onto him, gasping as she felt her pussy stretch around him and probe deeply into her innermost recess.

“Oh fuck, you’re so big.” Rachel gasped as the Demon's swollen shaft pushed further into her.

"You are going to fuck me. Take me, take me" she repeated mechanically as he thrust into her. The Demon's head looked on her without pity.

In utter submission, she just nodded her head like a doll in supplication to her master. Then his hands curled up her back and wrapped around her shoulders. He purposefully and so firmly pulled her backwards until her spine was arched away away from him. It looked almost painful but I could see that such a manoeuvre allowed his stiff phallus to root to its hilt within her cleft. I saw her outer lips clasping the meated shaft as it started its rhythmic dance.

“Oh fuck me, oh shit.” Rachel gasped as his cock pushed more fully into her. "You are fucking me.'

He began slowly, but then built up his speed rapidly. Soon he was really thrusting up into her, his cock pushing deep, burying fully inside her. Rachel gasped as her birth canal stretched more to take him. I could imagine how his hard, hot cockhead would now be kissing the end of her cunt and finding her anterior fornix. To the appreciation of those watching, she tilted her head back in her thirst for pleasure, now mewing and moaning at the sensations flashing through her. His thrusts grew harder, pushing up into her with fast deep movements, piercing her body fully. He grunted softly with each thrust. The audience, too, grunted, as men in their robes exposed and stroked their cocks. Their precum glistened as their wetness caught in the candlelight. Repeatedly Rachel cried out as her body responded to the feel of him deep inside her.




“Oh god, fuck me, yes, fuck meeeeeeee, yes.” She cried out as he thrust in again and again. Each thrust sent heat out into her body, spreading waves of warmth and pleasure that slowly filled up to overflowing. “Oh, oh shit, oh fuck going to, going to…CUM!” More shrilly and loudly than anything hitherto that evening, she squealed as she burst into another orgasm. She screamed in lust and emptied her lungs as the sensations drained through her. She had difficultly catching her breath. She gasped hard at the pleasure flashing through her. But again Satan's cockhead brought her off another time, another climax followed straight afterwards, one on another, building in intensity. She went on crying out in passion. As he held her, the watchers saw her pale naked body actually jolting at the sensations flashed through her like an electric shock of climax that emanated from his cock. She squealed as a fifth orgasm built to its peak then ebbed slowly. Again it seemed that he was absorbing her orgasms into him, feeding off them. His skin now glowed faintly iridescent. He was taller, his chest wider. She sensed his cock thickening inside her.

He slowed his thrust, just for a moment, giving him enough time to deftly turn her round whilst still impaling her. Standing on the steps of the altar she was now facing down the nave, tightly joined at their waists. Her eyes looked down at the congregation, but seemed glassy, almost drunken, her flushed countenance and wide eyes looking unseeingly. The expectant and lustfilled eyes of the men in their robes stared back in awe and expectation.

So there was my 27 year old wife, hanging face first over the floor, clutched by something unspeakable metering out sexual experience that was without precedent or equal. I was unable to move. Her breasts hung down, marked and mauled. Her hair, once tied, now cascaded forwards like an inadequate curtain affording no privacy in this most public humiliation.

He pulled back his hips. His swollen cock brush over her bottom. It felt stiff as a baseball bat, but wet with her secretions and his oily seminal fluids. Hitherto rooted deep in her, Satan had disengaged, his hips pulling back. His hands wrapped around her breasts. She could feel his claws pricking against her skin again. She momentarily feared pain, but in a way wanted pain. He sensed this too. Deftly, totally constraining her movements as she lay held in the forward prone position, she felt his bestial wand nudge her arse. "Oh yes, yes that, yes anything" she mouthed without realising it, her body betraying any constraints of her upbringing. She literally gushed wetness from her voided cunt. He was mind-fucking her now and at this moment there were no physical or earthly limits to what Rachel would think, do or say to feed the sensations coursing through her veins.

"Please, yes please, fuck my arse, please. Do what you must. Use me your Devil's whore" she begged as he started to sodomise her. With thrusts of increasing puissance, positioned at her rear, the b**st-man now began fucking her brutally from behind. She squealed at the feel of him ramming into her bottom. His cock was so thick it pushed her wide, almost to its limit. Her body rocked with each thrust, shaking with the power he was putting into her arse. Her lips seemed to plumpen, her face flushed and from Rachel's mouth, onto the stone floor below, fell strings of saliva. She was insensible with lust. All she could do was groan with the wicked pleasure she felt and he was metering out to her. Several of the men watching were moved by the filthsome spectacle. Ropes of cream semen sprang from their penises as they came violently and noisily watching this feast of carnal experience.

“Oh fuck, oh yes, yes, yes. Oh God so hard, God oh my god.” She cried out, squealing with each thrust, her hands clinging to his arms. Both her legs were wrapped around his waist as he rammed into her most private orifice. The watchers saw the trace of Satan's phallus as it ploughed forwards and backwards on Rachel's hitherto taut and toned belly. As she hung there she knew what it was to be fucked by a stallion. She was almost passing out at the intensity of it all. Wicked thoughts crowded her consciousness. She wanted more, more risky, more uncontrolled, more evil. Language and unspoken words from some primordial recess in her consciousness freed the inner succubus. Astonished I watched my pretty wife, drool running out of her mouth uncontrollably, her eyes ablaze, incant "Hail Satan, fuck Christ. Make me the Bride of the b**st".

She felt his hands move up to around her shoulders again, his claws now pressing into her throat. If he wanted he could tear her with a single movement. She was so vulnerable. From ten yards away, phalanxed by acolytes, I looked on in helplessness. Like some skewered fuck-pig, she was climbing a stairway of infidelity. I no longer knew where this all ended...

The Demon seemed to have unlimited endurance, slamming in harder and faster. Pounding her once chaste body repeatedly, she rocked with each thrust, right to her core. Her cries becoming shrill, they melded into one continuous squeal of passion. She arched her head back, crying out, gasping wildly as she felt him ram into her again, and again, and again each thrust slamming deep inside her. She felt herself building towards another series of orgasms. Her left hand reached down, underneath herself to rub her cunt, her clitoris, singleminded on her own pleasure, all else came second in her corrupted values...

“Oh god, god, make cum again, oh god again. So hard, fuck, FUUCCKKK.” She screamed as she came. Digging her nails into his arm and with her left hand onto her clit, she sensed everything from his cock. He continued to fuck her as she came, pounding her through her orgasm. She spun and jerked, flailing wildly, like a woman possessed, which is what she had become. She screamed out her passion as her orgasm ran on. She gasped for breath as her head spun with the power of orgasm. 'Yes, have me, own me, breed me...breed my shame".. she screamed. She arched upwards crying out wildly. In horror I noticed that now, witch like, her once pretty eyes rolled back in their sockets and all I could see was the whites. She fought for breath through the wild passion. Behind her she felt the monstrous form was breathing in her orgasm. Her pussy flowed, literally dripping. With evil minds and pointed tongues, some of the acolytes gingerly approached the scene and were to be seen kneeling forwards in supplication and lapping her spit and vaginal juices from off the stone floor around the conjoined locked in their coupling.

Deftly once more the satannic fiend turned her, re-positioning her so the now he clasped her under firmly under her buttocks. He was carrying her featherweight and had her place her ankles upwards on his shoulders. Answering a need they both felt, his demon cockhead was swallowed back up her wanton cunt. In a way she did not understand but could not mistake, she knew that his cock was expanding inside her. His claws stretched further around her tight arse. He sort of juggled her as he rooted her more deeply. Her delicate feet were either side of his horned head. He pulled her back and down onto his thrusts, brutally ramming himself fully into her. He had grown massively, his chest was huge. “Ride me slut whore of Babylon.” he said in a commanding voice.

She felt him pressing against her, so thick, that she gasped sharply as she felt herself expanding. Her pussy stretched to take him, being pushed to its very limit by how thick and long he was becoming. “Oh god.” she gasped as she was moved on the downstroke. She fleetingly thought about the sanctity of her womb, that previously had belonged only to me. But her sluttish self need of sexual peaking drove her onwards to the most deeply taboo. I could judge that each time his cock kissed her cervix, despite pain, she now pushed herself further onto his cock, letting him fill her more. He was watching her carefully, judging the angle, never taking his gaze off her face. He inwardly smiled. He knew that Rachel so wanted now to serve him, to give in to his primordial need that had communicated between them. She began to move faster, sliding down deeper on him. She wanted to feel him filling her totally. “You want all of me don’t you Rachel.” He said in a low voice. She nodded vigorously, oh how she wanted it.

“Let me take all of you” she whispered back to him.

In disbelief I heard her go on....

"Take all of you, Master, yes, into my soul, my very soul..."

“Daughter of Satan, I will help you.” He answered, and with that his clawed hands slid around her waist. Rachel took a deep breath in as she felt him gripping her. With a single hard pull down he speared her onto the last length of his cock, pushing her down until he was totally inside the neck of her uterus. She shrieked.

“MY GOD! You are my God. Breed me, BREED ME!” she cried out. The room murmur rose. “Oh Satan, fuck me.” Again and again as he gyrated on her pelvic floor. He reached out with his clawed hand and pressed her small breasts roughly on her chest. He squeezing them tight with his fingers and as he marked his bride at the very moment he commenced the climactic act of defilement. Almost tenderly I heard her say,

"I can feel you in my womb. It is so deep in me"

She felt a surge through the long length of his cock embedded in her. She felt a large bulge slowly travel up it and pressure as the cock head flared inside her womb, expanding beyond any normal dimension, locking it tightly within her.

"Take my seed" he roared, as Satan shot again and again, as her head lolled side to side, her eyes closed, hyperventilating. His seed flowed directly into her with a powerful force, copious hot satan-semen shooting deep into her. Blasting her stomach walls I watched in horror as there was a visibly distending of her once flat taut muscular abdomen from the volume of evil enzymes.

He gasped under her, groaning as his very head jerked shedding his seed whilst holding her tight into him. She gave a long single scream as his orgasm consumed her totally......

(NOTE: there is a sequel to this, what happened six months later when Rachel addended a full black mass, but it is only available by request as things took an unexpected turn and in a direction that would be a step too far for XH I fear....I am embarrassed to say my insatiable wife enjoyed herself very much and in a novel way...Rob)