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

"Are you ready ?"I asked.

"Now that the time has come, I'm a bit affright"she replied with a quiver in her voice.

"cypher to be scared about,"I told her,"It's going to be the most fabulous sex session you've ever had."

Of course, I knew this not to be lawful, the Satanists might very well take her life and mutilate her soundbox once the fucking and torture were over.

I peeped through the fracture in the curtain : thirty men, all naked but for their grotesque Satanic masks stood make lining the isle, and at the far end of the isle the black communion table of Old Nick stood where once Christians glorified their God. Now the old crucifix was inverted, christ's case bashed in by hammers, and writing in red paint cursing Him and His God.

My mind went back to when Margie walked down the aisle to be married. She now wore that Lapp wedding frock, but now she had altered the chick of it so that it was completely open at the strawman, displaying her livid stockinged legs, naked second joint and belly, her uncovered twat an offer to the Devil to use in this sacrilegious ritual.

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

Creepy music started somewhere, and the lights dimmed. Now the talk of the town out in the church stopped and all eyes looked towards the black curtain at the entrance.

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

"Oh yes !"

"shtup beautiful !"

"piece of tail working girl !"

Every one of the 30 peter were gruelling and set, some swaying out freely, others being slowly stroked. Every one of them would figure my wife's body, gorging their evil cum Forth in filthy depraved lecherousness until her cunt and ass would both be oozing their smutty sperm and her oral cavity would be dripping cum.

As she moved forward towards the Satanic Lord's table, many of the guys groped at Margie's dead body, some simply patting her weapons system and articulatio humeri, others briefly grasping her breasts or touching her ass. One or two grabbed her men and rubbed their cocks on them, while former guys thrust their hips forward, immense pulsing cock in mitt, so that she knew what was in store for her.

On reaching the communion table, one of the guys stepped up to her.

"Do you, Margaret, founder yourself freely and willingly to be a filthy, depraved woman of the street for your Maker Satan and give yourself to be used as a submissive jade and fuck-toy for all of those exhibit ?"

Margie felt a billow of lustful excitement as she thought of how, at her Christian marriage, she had said the dustup …

"I do."

Now here she was on the verge of such wanton and depraved sexual ill-usage uttering the same words for the downright antithesis of what those original vows represented.

"I Do"she said in a clear voice.

The guy then grabbed a handful of her hair, making her squeal, and yanked her point downward so that he could shove his turgid, unvoiced cock into her mouth.

Margie immediately recovered from her surprisal and began sucking vigorously on his putz. At the Sami time that she was bent forward, she felt hands gripping her hip and a shaft entering her cunt which was so risque as a outcome of her salacious feelings.

Besides being fucked from both ends, Margie could feel numerous hired hand running over her pegleg, her belly, her breasts, and generally everywhere.

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

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

The setback momentarily stunned her, but straight away a new tool was presented to her and, taking the new guy's balls lightly in her handwriting, she devoured his cock and continued with her eager sucking, while at much the like clock time her twat was made even more sloppy as a cock pumped its cum mystifying inside her.

The next guy to mount her from behind had different ideas from fucking her slit, instead, he rubbed the cum that was oozing out of her, over her ass, then easily slide his cock trench into her anal retentive passage.

A minute or two late she was again swallowing down another warhead of cum, and this time as the guy withdrew, the guy fucking her ass pulled out of that golf hole and presented his slimy cock for her to draw. She didn't hesitate, she was so worked up into such luxuria that she would do anything for all of these men, and overall for her Jehovah and Master Satan.

You can't imagine how I felt as I stood by and watched my lovely 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 supplicant of dear and cultism, instead, it was a entreaty of misuse and mockery.

"Fucking Jesus you fucking twat,"I prayed,"shag God you shit brain, look at the girl who was once devoted to you, look at how her mind is full of malevolent Satanic lecherousness and obscenity. Look at how she is being fucked and used and abused in the name of the almighty, Devil."

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

After a while the three bozo fucking her at the metre, invented a game, each would be fucking whatever hole they had, cunt, mouth, or ass, then after a min they would turn out so that the one screw her mouth would move onto fucking her cunt. The one fucking her bitch would move onto her mouth, and the one who'd been fucking her ass would move on fucking her mouth.

As each guy climaxed and filled her with his cum, he would sink out and a new guy would take his berth, and so the biz went on and on.

Eventually, everyone had fucked Margie, some even having come back for a second go. Now one guy decided he'd fist fuck her. She was so full phase of the moon of cum that his fingers were squelching in her cunt as he easily worked four fingers into her slop hole and then began pressing in with his thumb also. Margie was panting surd and giving a few pant 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 Christ !"… as the guy's entire hand disappeared into her cunt.

There was general gaiety at all of this, and then of course everyone wanted to take a go at fist fuck the filthy fucking whore.

After the fuck-orgy had been going for a few hours, the guys had exhausted their sexual lecherousness, and now their sadistic lust came to the fore. Margie was being slapped about her case, her tit and mammilla were being squeezed and twisted, wrenched, and punched, her puss was gaping out-of-doors and still slowly oozing cum and so they decided to make her a full flogging.

She was bodily lifted onto the Satanic altar, two men stood behind her head holding her arms back, and another two held an ankle each so that her legs were apart leaving her gaping cunt fully exposed. Now a guy took up a hard leather belt ammunition and, bringing his arm back, brought the belt thrashing down right into her gaping cunt.

The scream of rank suffering and brat that she let out !

"Fucking Christ !"

It was beautiful to hear.

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

"Fucking whore !"

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

The groundless ungovernable screaming of my married woman filled the old church, it was so be intimate wonderful to take heed, and the look of sheer little terror on her face was beautiful to behold.

The guy watching were going hazardous with joy, praising Prince of Darkness, calling on Him to take the smutty fucking whore to Hell so that His creature and demon might use her for their immorality and rick desires.

I fully expected the guy to beat 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 immorality sorting of staring look and we all knew that the daemon had possessed her entire being .