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Subject: {ASSM} Cult of the Triangle 01 {S Gray} (MF reluc bibl preg orgy nc mc solo)
Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2002 02:10:03 -0500
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Chapter One:  The Ritual of Awakening

 As Susan slowly regained consciousness, the first thing she noticed was the
chanting.  A constant, steady rhythm of deep voices surrounded her, and the
way they echoed made it sound like she was in some sort of church.  She
tentatively opened her eyes, but all she saw was a collection of black and
white blurs.  She allowed her eyes to close again and tried to think through
the fog that seemed to be clouding her mind.

 She had been drugged.  That was the only way to explain it.  Something in
that drink that Tony had given her...

 Where was Tony?  She tried to call his name, but all that came out of her
was a whimpered croak.  Her mouth was as dry as sand, and she was very
thirsty.

 When she tried to move her hand, she found that she couldn't.  Both of her
wrists had been secured to the wall behind her - probably chained, judging
from the jingle of metal.  What the hell was going on?  Had Tony locked her
up in some sort of dungeon?  Who was doing all that chanting?

 Fear helped to burn away some of the mental cobwebs, and she opened her
eyes again.  Everything was still blurry, but she could distinguish two
columns of light in an otherwise dark room.  She also sensed that there was
a dim light upon her now, coming from somewhere overhead.  She found that
her ankles were fastened just as securely as her wrists, and her heart began
to beat faster.  Summoning all her strength, she tried to pull herself free
from her metal bonds - but it was no use.  She was trapped here, wherever
'here' was.

 How could Tony have done this to her?  She didn't really know him that
well, but he seemed like such a nice guy.  She had trusted him the moment
she met him last year at the Christian Youth Society.  He had been there
with some of his classmates from the local boy's school - but as soon as he
met her, he left his friends behind and spent the rest of the afternoon with
her.  She thought he might have been attracted to her, and probably would
have asked her out if she didn't already have a boyfriend.  Oh, Greg...if
only he would just appear and rescue her from this place!

 But maybe it wasn't Tony.  After all, there had been other guys at the
apartment - the same guys who had been at the Youth Society.  They seemed
pleasant enough, but what if one of them had slipped something into her
drink?

 Susan shook her head and blinked her eyes, trying to clear up her vision.
When she looked around the room again, she was astonished to discover that
the other two shafts of light fell upon two other girls.  They were chained
to giant slabs of rock, just as she was.  The three of them formed a
triangle in the center of what seemed to be a vast, dark underground
chamber.  Susan recognized one of the other girls - Theresa, from her
religious studies class.  She was dressed in a grey sweatshirt and
sweatpants...had she been kidnapped from her dormitory, or from the gym
maybe?  She didn't recognize the other girl, who had long blond hair and was
wearing an elegant black evening gown.  Why had they been brought here?

 Susan began to fear that this was all part of some sinister Satanic plot,
and she called out to Theresa, who began to stir and open her eyes.  The
other girl looked as though she was waking up, too, and both of them looked
as scared and confused as Susan was.

 Before any of them could say another word, a gong rang out from somewhere
in the darkness.  A few seconds later, three figures in black, hooded robes
emerged from the shadows and slowly approached the three women.  Susan
couldn't see the face of the man who stood in front of her, but she did see
the gleaming dagger that he pulled out from beneath his robe.  She screamed,
as did the other two girls, and all three of them frantically struggled
against their chains as the dark spectres advanced upon them.  When Susan
felt the blade press against her throat, she gave up struggling.  She knew
she was as good as dead.

 But the knife didn't cut her.  Instead, it slid down her neck, slicing its
way through her white turtleneck sweater.  Susan's heart pounded in her
chest.  She was glad that she wasn't being murdered (at least not yet), but
that relief was tainted by a new fear as she realized what was happening.
The dagger was not stopping!  The man continued to slice her clothing,
cutting straight down her middle.  He had reached her belly button now, and
he didn't stop there.  With horror, Susan realized that he intended to rip
her skirt open, too.  She nervously glanced at the other girls, and saw that
they were also losing their clothes.  The blond girl's evening gown was
easily parted by the descent of the sharp knife, and soon her expensive gown
was hanging open, revealing a lacey black bikini underneath.  Over to the
right, Theresa's sweatpants took a bit longer - but they came off just the
same.  Within a few minutes, all they had left were their bras and panties.

 And very soon, they wouldn't even have those.  Bra straps were cut with a
single flick, and satin gave way to plump breast flesh.  Susan had never
revealed her breasts to anyone except Greg, and she hated the fact that a
complete stranger was doing this to her.  And yet...

 She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she was starting to feel the
first twinges of arousal.  The thought of being invaded by this unknown man
was horrible - and yet somehow exciting.  She looked down at him as he knelt
to undo her panties, and noticed that her nipples had grown stiff and were
now poking out, as if wanting to be sucked.  Then her eyes fell to the
silver cross that she wore on her necklace.  It reminded her that God was
with her, even now, and she hoped that He would somehow save her from this
predicament - or at least give her the strength to endure it.

 She felt the cool metal of the blade as it slid against the side of her
hips before slicing through the thin fabric of her underwear.  Susan
realized that the chamber was completely silent, except for the low, steady
chanting that permeated the air.  Neither of the other girls were screaming
or calling for help.  They simply looked down and watched as their panties
came away, revealing their furry crotches to these unknown men.  Susan could
feel her groin beginning to tingle with excitement.  Her sex was starting to
awaken, whether she liked it or not.  She had been stripped of her clothing
for a reason, and her body knew it.  She braced herself for the inevitable
contact, waiting to feel hands rubbing her body, or a hot tongue licking her
flesh.  But just then, the chanting stopped.  The three men retreated a few
steps, and Susan dared to hope that the worst was over.

 Then they parted their robes.  Susan saw that they were weren't wearing
anything underneath, and she watched in dread as the man in front of her
pulled forth a rather large cock.  She knew that she was going to get raped
by that cock; she would soon feel it shoving inside her pussy, sliding in
and out, in and out, until...  Oh, no!  What if she became pregnant?

 But the thing that horrified her more than anything else was the way her
body was reacting.  The sight of that erect penis had triggered a wave of
lust in her, and she could not take her eyes off of it.  She felt as though
she was falling under the spell of a snake charmer - except that she was the
one being hypnotized by the snake.  She began to breathe faster as she
stared at the cock, silently admiring its erotic shape.  Six, maybe seven
inches long, curving slightly downward, topped by a purplish bulbous helmet
with a single, tiny slit.  That was where his sperm would shoot out, if he
got inside her.

 And she had no doubt that he was going to get inside her - partly because
there was no way for her to escape, and partly because she didn't know how
much longer she could fight off the lust that was building up inside her.
She tried to block out the sexual sensations coursing through her groin, but
it was no use.  Her pussy seemed to have a will of its own - a perverted
will that kept signaling to her that it was ready for a cock - that it
WANTED a cock.  She could feel herself swelling and filling with juice, and
couldn't deny that it would feel wonderful to have something thick and hard
poking inside her, fucking her...

 No!  She would not allow herself to give in!  She desperately looked toward
the other girls and saw that their faces were flushed, and that they were
breathing hard at the thought of being fucked by these Satanic cocks.
"Girls, don't give in to them!" she shouted.  "Close your eyes, try to think
of something else!"

 Susan took her own advice and tried to ignore the fact that she was a naked
young female, helplessly chained just a few feet away from a man who was
about to fuck her.  She just stood there and waited to feel the first touch
of his cock against her sex, the prelude to an invasion of her pussy that
she would try not to enjoy.  She noticed that the chanting had been replaced
by a different noise - a faint chorus of wet slapping sounds, as if hundreds
of people were...

 Her eyes flew open, and her suspicion was confirmed.  The cultist in front
of her was masturbating, vigorously sliding his hand up and down the length
of his cock shaft.  Susan watched in fascination as the man stroked himself,
occasionally spitting into his hand to renew its lubrication.  As he
continued to pump his cock, his unseen face stared at her naked body.  Was
he staring at her breasts?  Her pussy?  Was he imagining what it would feel
like, to fuck her wet vagina?  Susan felt herself growing more and more
horny as she watched the man pleasure himself, but took comfort in the fact
that he was only looking, not touching.  A few minutes later, she saw white
fluid spewing from the tip of his penis.  She gave a little sigh, thankful
that the impregnating sperm had gone into his hand, not into her womb.  It
would be a while before that cock was hard enough to pose a threat to her -
perhaps she would get through this after all.

 Then the man stood up and approached her, his swollen cock dangling between
his legs.  Without warning, he reached out and began to smear his cum onto
her shoulders, rubbing the warm silvery cream into her skin as if it was
suntan lotion.  She was about to protest, but realized it wouldn't do very
much good.  Then she saw more of the shadowy men appear, and each of them
stepped forward to rub more semen onto each of the girls.  She felt hands -
dozens of hands - rubbing her breasts, sliding down her belly, down her
thighs, reaching around her back, to her ass cheeks...and eventually they
found their way to her pussy.  She couldn't see the face of the man who
looked at her as he smeared his pungent cum onto her pussy lips, but she
couldn't help moaning as he stroked her.  The sperm bath went on and on, as
dozens or perhaps hundreds of men literally kept coming to her and covering
her with the slimey fruits of their orgasms.  It didn't take long before she
was covered with cream, and she looked down to see that even her cross had
been encased by cum.

 Eventually the men withdrew into the shadows, until there were only three
left - one for each of them.  The chanting resumed as these men stepped
forward and pulled their hoods back.  Susan didn't recognize any of them,
but they looked as though they were young enough to be college students.
Without speaking, these handsome strangers kneeled before their female
captives.  With a pang of dread, Susan realized that she was about to get
eaten.  She tried to clamp her thighs together, but her ankles had been
chained almost three feet apart, and there was no way that she could stop
the man as he brought his face between her legs.  With a whimper of defeat,
she felt the first stab of his tongue against her pouting vulva.  Her heart
sank as she realized he was going to lick her and suck her until she had an
orgasm.  She looked across the room and saw faces buried between the thighs
of the other two women, who started to gasp and moan as their crotches were
nibbled and licked.

 Susan knew that she was lost.  She sighed with unwanted pleasure as she
felt the tongue lapping its way up and down her sex trench.  Her pussy was
sopping wet by now, and she knew that this stranger was tasting her arousal.
His tongue began to probe deeper into the fleshy folds of her swollen sex,
and Susan was soon moaning and panting right along with the other girls.
There was no way they could stop the men between their thighs - and at this
point, none of them wanted to.  Susan looked down at the cross above her
breasts and tried to muster the will to resist what was happening to her.
But it was useless; all she could feel was that tongue, insistently swirling
just inside her excited cunt.  He wanted to make her cum, and she was going
to do it for him.  Her mouth hung open, and she mewled softly as the tongue
just kept licking her, and licking her, and licking her.  Then, finally, his
mouth latched onto her clitoris.  It only took a few stabs of his tongue
against her throbbing pleasure bud to trigger the explosion that had been
steadily building up inside her.  She cried out as her orgasm claimed her,
and her hips bucked wildly as waves of cum oozed from her pussy and onto the
face of the man that had done this to her.  Like a parasite, his mouth was
still locked onto her clit, and his tongue just kept flicking it and driving
her mad.  His hands grabbed her ass, trying to hold her still as he
continued to feast on her pussy.  Susan could barely think anymore; she just
kept moaning and panting as her pussy erupted with burst after burst of
orgasmic juice.  She was dimly aware that the other girls had also fallen
victim to pleasure, because they were making similar sounds as their heads
thrashed from side to side and their naked bellies heaved.

 By the time that tongue left her groin, Susan was barely coherent.  Now
that the storm had passed, she felt drained and empty, and probably would
have collapsed to the floor if she wasn't chained.  If she hadn't been so
groggy, she might have resisted when someone pressed a chalice to her lips.
But she was so thirsty by now, and too dazed to care what she was drinking.
She simply opened her mouth and swallowed the dark liquid, hoping it was
soda.  But it wasn't.

 Cloth-covered hands reached toward her throat, lifting her cross away from
her.  The symbol of her faith disappeared, to be replaced by a new
necklace - one that carried a triangle inside a circle.  As the new amulet
settled over her chest, she felt a fresh wave of lust flow through her.
With horrified fascination, she looked down and saw her tits begin to swell
and stiffen again.  Her cunt began to throb with renewed hunger, and her
heart started to pound.  What was happening to her?

 Another cultist stepped in front of her, and this time she recognized the
face beneath the hood.

 "Tony?  What's going on?  Please, get me out of here!"

 But when Tony's robe fell to the floor, she realized that he wasn't here to
help her.  He was here to fuck her, and her eyes were irresistibly drawn to
the cock that was going to do it.  As horny as she was, the sight of his
erect penis only made her worse, and she felt an urge to lick her lips.  She
glanced back at his face and saw that he was smiling at her - a sinister
smile, as if he had been wanting to fuck her from the moment he met her.
With horror, Susan realized that Tony and his friends had been out hunting
for girls that day, to use them in this evil ceremony.  She guessed that the
other two girls had been likewise tricked and kidnapped by the two naked men
who were now advancing upon them.  They had been looking for young, pretty
Christian girls - so that they could bring them here and...

 Tony was standing right in front of her now.  His lean, muscular body was
only inches away from hers.  She looked into his eyes, hoping to find some
hint of kindness or mercy.  But all she saw was a predatory gleam, like a
tiger staring at its prey.  "Tony...don't do this..."  His eyes fell to her
breasts, and he leaned down closer to them.  "Tony...please..."  Then she
felt it:  the first touch of his tongue upon the supple flesh of her breast.
A warm, wet lick - followed by another, then another.  The third lick ended
with a kiss upon her taut nipple, a kiss that lingered and became a suck.
Susan tried to protest, but somehow the words just wouldn't come out.  She
simply stood there and watched as Tony pulled her nipple into his mouth,
dabbing it with his tongue.  Soon he was suckling her, noisily slurping and
feeding upon her tits with the tenacity of a hungry infant.  As he continue
to suck her stiff nipples, his hands slid down her belly, rubbing and
caressing her smooth, soft skin.  Across the room, the other two girls were
also being kissed and fondled - and judging from their eager expressions and
the soft noises they were making, they didn't seem to be putting up much of
a fight.

 Susan stared down at Tony's head as he helped himself to her breasts, each
of his wet suckling kisses sending tingles of pleasure that echoed down
through her belly.  He was enjoying her breasts, and she knew it wouldn't be
long before he was enjoying other parts of her, too.  She tried to find the
willpower to resist what was happening to her, but she feared it was already
too late.  She could feel her pussy throbbing and oozing, hungrily awaiting
the arrival of a hard cock.  Her eyes fell to the strange amulet that now
dangled from her neck, and she thought she saw a faint reddish glow coming
from the triangular icon.

 Just then, she heard a metallic clanging sound as the manacles around her
ankles opened and fell away.  She looked down and saw the discarded chains
just lying there, as if they had come undone by themselves.  Tony withdrew
from her breasts as two hooded cultists appeared, one at either side of her.
Without warning, they roughly grabbed her legs, lifting them up into the air
and pulling them aside.  With horror, she realized that they were opening
her up so that Tony could fuck her.  She tried to kick and struggle, but the
men were much too strong.  Tony stood right in front of her, looking down as
he brought the tip of his rigid penis against her exposed pussy.  Susan
moaned in despair as the large cock began to push inside her.  She kept
telling herself that she didn't want this - but as Tony's thick meat
squirmed deeper inside her, she realized that she was lying to herself.
This was exactly what she wanted:  a hot, fat cock, splitting her open,
filling her up, invading her.  By the time his dick had buried itself all
the way inside her, her lips curved upward in a lustful, satisfied smile.

 The eerie chanting grew louder as the three girls started to get fucked.
Susan closed her eyes and moaned as the rigid organ slid in and out of her
gooey pussy.  Tony's cock felt wonderful as it sank inside her, again and
again.  Why had she bothered to resist?  Even the threat of impregnation
didn't worry her; in fact, it only heightened her lust.  She was fully aware
that a few blasts of sperm would be enough to create a baby in her belly -
and perhaps that was the goal of this obscene ceremony.  But as his stiff
cock continued to drill its way in and out of her drooling cunt, she knew
that she was beyond the point of no return.  There was no way that she could
stop him now - and even if there was, she couldn't bear the thought of doing
so.  With every hard thrust into her juicy hole, she wanted him more and
more.

 Grunts and moans echoed through the dark chamber as the three girls began
to surrender to the cocks moving inside them.  Susan dimly thought about her
boyfriend.  She tried to imagine what Greg would think if he saw her here,
her naked body chained to a stone slab, her pussy getting pounded by a
sinister cultist.  Even if she managed to get out of here, Susan doubted
that she would be able to resist fucking Tony again.  She would allow his
penis inside her, as often as he wanted.  And for that matter, why not go
for other men as well?  There were lots of cute guys out there, like Phil
from the football team - oh, and her literature professor, Mr. Daniels!
Just imagine if she could get him to fuck her!  As Tony's prick continued to
churn in and out of her buttery pussy, Susan grunted and licked her lips.
Why couldn't she have them as well?  She was a ripe young female with a
great body, and she knew that she could entice pretty much anyone if she
wanted to.  All she needed to do was wear something skimpy and sexy, and she
would have men falling on top of her.  It would be so easy!

 Tony began to fuck her faster, his hips slamming into hers as his flesh
snake plunged deep inside her hot young twat.  Susan opened her eyes and saw
that the triangle on her chest was glowing brighter now, shedding a reddish
glare on the man who was mating with her.  She didn't know whether it was
the medallion or the evil chanting that had now reached a thunderous volume,
but something was...changing her.  There were new thoughts in her mind,
thoughts that weren't hers, filling her up with dark desires and powerful
urges.  Just as the triangle had replaced her cross, her former notions of
right and wrong had evaporated, and now she felt like a new woman, lustful
and wicked.  She glanced across the chamber, and was pleased to see that the
other girls were also getting fucked and transformed, just as she was.
Theresa convulsed into orgasm, shrieking and thrashing as the medallion
above her breasts glowed even brighter.  The blond girl's thighs were held
wide apart as her lover pumped her full of cock, and Susan knew it wouldn't
be long before she gave in, too.

 Tony watched Susan's face as he sawed his cock in and out of her, and saw
her pretty blue eyes looking back at him with lustful hunger.  He had been
wanting to get his hands on this sexy young girl from the moment he met her,
but he had to force himself to wait until the ceremony.  Now he was getting
his wish, sinking his cock into a sweet, innocent girl who would soon became
a willing servant of evil.  She smiled as he plunged deep inside her, his
hard dick shoving in and out of her juicy twat with deep, slow thrusts.  The
wet noises from their lovemaking created a steady rhythm that mixed with the
obscene chanting that surrounded them.  Susan was almost there; the triangle
above her breasts was shining with a bright ruby light, feeding upon the
lust that was welling up inside her.  She moaned and writhed in helpless
bliss as he patiently fucked her, forcing her away from faith and virtue.
With every thrust, he made her take another step closer to the abyss, and
soon she would be lost forever.  Just as his dick was worming its way inside
her clutching pussy, so was another presence planting itself inside her
mind.  While she panted and groaned, a demonic spirit was slowly infesting
her, finding no resistance from the lust-addled girl.  All she needed was an
orgasm, and the doors to her soul would open wide to invite an unwanted
guest inside.

 And it wouldn't take long.  Tony grinned maliciously as he speared his cock
deep inside her, making her whimper.  Behind them, the blond girl howled and
yanked against her chains, babbling obscenities as her orgasm washed over
her.  Two down, one to go!  He reached up and caressed Susan's breasts as he
drilled her, his thumbs rubbing her swollen pink nipples.  He leaned forward
and kissed her on the lips, muffling her moans as she opened her mouth for
him and allowed his tongue inside.  His cock began to throb, and he knew he
wouldn't be able to last much longer.

 Fortunately, he didn't have to.  Susan broke off her kiss and let out a
high-pitched shriek as his cock finally drove her insane.  He felt her hot
cream enveloping his penis, bubbling out of her, leaking down her legs as
she trembled and moaned.  Tony just kept banging away, pounding his engorged
cock into her cum-flooded vagina.  The cultists released her legs, and she
instinctively wrapped them around her captor as he fucked her throbbing
cunt.  His cock began to pulse, and soon he was spurting gobs of semen into
her drenched canal.  Burst after burst of impregnating cream shot deep
inside the young girl, and she smiled at him as he filled her up.

 But it wasn't Susan smiling at him.  Susan was gone - or rather, she was
different now.  The sweet, kind-hearted Christian girl had been transformed
into a lustful sex addict who would happily fuck any man, as long as it
furthered the dark ambitions of the Cult of the Triangle.


(to be continued...)

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