Margie and I stood at the back of the old derelict church.

"Are you ready ?"I asked.

"Now that the meter has come, I'm a bit scared"she replied with a chill in her voice.

"Nothing to be scared about,"I told her,"It's going to be the most fabulous sex seance you've ever had."

Of course, I knew this not to be true, the diabolist might very well take her life and mangle her body once the fucking and anguish were over.

I peeped through the chap in the curtain : thirty men, all naked but for their grotesque Satanic masque stood ready lining the isle, and at the far end of the isle the Black person altar of Devil stood where once Christians glorified their God. Now the old crucifix was inverted, Christ's cheek bashed in by pound, and writing in red paint cursing Him and His God.

My psyche went back to when Margie walked down the aisle to be married. She now wore that same wedding attire, but now she had altered the chick of it so that it was completely open at the figurehead, displaying her blank stockinged legs, raw second joint and belly, her uncovered cunt an offering to the Prince of Darkness to use in this sacrilegious ritual.

She'd been a pure, chaste Christian back then when we were married, but five years under my evil influence had now brought her to be make to be offered to Satan.

Creepy music started somewhere, and the lights dimmed. Now the talk out in the church building stopped and all centre looked towards the dark mantle at the entrance.

I took Margie's hand and pushed the curtain aside, leading her into the aisle. There was a collective murmur from the waiting men, followed by expressions of favorable reception

"Oh yes !"

"piece of tail beautiful !"

"Fucking woman of the street !"

Every one of the thirty cocks were tough and rigid, some swaying out freely, others being slowly stroked. Every one of them would insert my wife's body, gorging their evil cum forth in cruddy reprobate lust until her cunt and ass would both be oozing their filthy spermatozoon and her mouth would be dripping cum.

As she moved forward towards the Satanic altar, many of the guys groped at Margie's trunk, some simply patting her arms and berm, others briefly grasping her breasts or touching her ass. One or two grabbed her hands and rubbed their rooster on them, while other guys thrust their hips forward, huge pulsing cock in paw, so that she knew what was in store for her.

On reaching the Lord's table, one of the bozo stepped up to her.

"Do you, Margaret, give yourself freely and willingly to be a filthy, depraved whore for your Lord Satan and give yourself to be used as a submissive slovenly woman and fuck-toy for all of those present ?"

Margie felt a surge of lustful excitement as she thought of how, at her Christian wedlock, she had said the words …

"I do."

Now here she was on the verge of such wanton and depraved sexual revilement uttering the Lapplander words for the absolute antithesis of what those master copy vows represented.

"I Do"she said in a all the way voice.

The guy then grabbed a smattering of her pilus, making her squeal, and yanked her chief downward so that he could jostle his great, surd cock into her mouth.

Margie immediately recovered from her surprise and began sucking vigorously on his tool. At the same meter that she was set forward, she felt hands gripping her hips and a turncock entering her cunt which was so juicy as a result of her prurient feelings.

Besides being fucked from both ends, Margie could experience numerous work force running over her legs, her belly, her boob, and generally everywhere.

With Margie's enthusiastic sucking, the guy lasted but a few minutes before his cum was gushing into her mouth. Having been satisfied the guy then withdrew his cock and drawing his arm back, gave Margie a reverberating slap across her face.

"Fucking depraved whore of Prince of Darkness,"he laughed.

The blow momentarily stunned her, but straight away a new pecker was presented to her and, taking the new guy's balls lightly in her helping hand, she devoured his cock and continued with her aegir suck, while at very much the same meter her cunt was made even more sloppy as a cock pumped its cum late inside her.

The next guy to mount her from can had different ideas from fucking her cunt, instead, he rubbed the cum that was oozing out of her, over her ass, then easily slid his peter deep into her anal passage.

A instant or two late she was again swallowing down another loading of cum, and this time as the guy withdrew, the guy fucking her ass pulled out of that hole and presented his slimy tool for her to suck. She didn't hesitate, she was so worked up into such lust that she would do anything for all of these men, and overall for her Lord and original Satan.

You can't imagine how I felt as I stood by and watched my pin-up wife being fucked and fucked and fucked, by guy after guy after guy.

As I watched, I began to pray to God and Redeemer, but it wasn't a Christian prayer of honey and devotion, instead, it was a supplication of ill-treatment and mockery.

"Fucking Jesus you fucking cunt,"I prayed,"fuck God you shit brain, aspect at the little girl who was once devoted to you, look at how her idea is full of evil Satanic lust and filth. see at how she is being fucked and used and abused in the figure of the almighty, Devil."

The fuck and abuse of my wife went on and on.

After a while the three guy rope fucking her at the prison term, invented a game, each would be fucking whatever hole they had, cunt, mouth, or ass, then after a minute they would rotate so that the one fucking her oral cavity would proceed onto fucking her slit. The one shtup her cunt would displace onto her mouth, and the one who'd been fucking her ass would locomote on fucking her mouth.

As each guy climaxed and filled her with his cum, he would drop out and a new guy would take his place, and so the plot went on and on.

Eventually, everyone had fucked Margie, some even having come back for a arcsecond turn. Now one guy decided he'd clenched fist fuck her. She was so full of cum that his fingers were squelching in her twat as he easily worked four fingers into her mire fix and then began pressing in with his quarter round also. Margie was panting surd and giving a few gasps as the guy forced his fist harder and harder into her cunt.

Then, all of a sudden, Margie gave a loud gasp and exclaimed in anguish …"Arrrgh, fucking Deliverer !"… as the guy's full hand disappeared into her cunt.

There was general merriment at all of this, and then of course everyone wanted to stimulate a go at fist fuck the lousy screwing whore.

After the fuck-orgy had been going for a few minute, the guy wire had exhausted their sexual luxuria, and now their sadistic luxuria came to the fore. Margie was being slapped about her fount, her titty and nipples were being squeezed and twisted, wrenched, and punched, her cunt was gaping open and still slowly oozing cum and so they decided to give her a good flogging.

She was bodily lifted onto the Satanic Lord's table, two men stood behind her head holding her blazonry back, and another two held an ankle each so that her wooden leg were apart leaving her gaping pussy fully exposed. Now a guy took up a toilsome leather belt and, bringing his arm back, brought the belt thrashing down right into her gaping cunt.

The scream of absolute agony and terror that she let out !

"screw Christ !"

It was beautiful to hear.

It must receive inspired the guy with overwhelming lust too, because he now began thrashing my wife's cunt in an absolute frenzy of lustful cruelty.

"roll in the hay woman of the street !"

"Fucking filthy, fucking Satanic bitch-cunt-slut !"he snarled and he thrashed and thrashed her poor cunt.

The godforsaken indocile screeching of my wife filled the old Christian church, it was so lie with wonderful to hear, and the look of sheer terror on her face was beautiful to behold.

The guy wire watching were going unwarranted with joy, praising the Tempter, calling on Him to take the filthy fuck whore to Hell so that His brute and demon might use her for their evil and twisted desires.

I fully expected the guy to pulsate her to death, but instead, he finally stopped.

Margie was gabbling weird-sounding words, cursing God and Jesus, for all she was worth. Her eyes had taken on an evil sort of staring look and we all knew that the daimon had possessed her entire being .