Maya walked through the dark, chamber–robe dragging the dirt floor as she passed between through the audience of similarly cloaked figures. The air was thick with incense and lit only by the dark, handmade candles. Brenna waited for her on the dais, the statue of Bophomet looming tall behind her. As she climbed the steps, the two women’s eyes met and there was a moment for them to talk privately before the ceremony commenced.
“I’m proud of you,” Brenna whispered with a smile.
“Thank you.”
“You’ve come a long way. Are you ready?”
“I am.” Her stomach twisted with nerves.
“Then we’ll begin.” Brenna stepped past her and to a lectern where she addressed the gathering. “Sisters and brothers, you know I have been preparing a new member for our family. You have waited patiently in silence, never revealing yourselves but watching from the shadows. With her education complete, a new sister is prepared to join our ranks. Please, begin the ceremonial chant of passage as I lead her through the final rites.”
The audience began their chant, a low droning of obscure tongue that Maya was unable to fully parse. The vibrations of their voices hummed in the chamber, changing the air as much as the incense. Brenna beckoned her forward to the podium. She asked for her hand with a gesture. Maya gave her palm, and the other woman pulled a knife across the skin.
The cut was quick and clean. She barely felt the pain, only becoming fully aware as she saw the blood well and being filling the creases of her palm that she had learned to read so well. Then Brenna did the same to herself, and the two wove their fingers together, squeezing their combined essence into a chalice of potioned wine.
“As the mother of this coven, only I may commence you to us. As mother of this coven I join my blood with yours so that we may be one. Now, we drink before our lord to strengthen that bond.”
She lifted the cup, and Maya drank readily. The wine was strong and spiced with herbs. It filled her mouth and burned down her throat to her stomach where the additives began their work. Brenna drank as well before setting the cup aside.
“Do you, Maya Vanderholt, swear fealty to the lord Bophomet?”
“I do.” She felt her cheeks burn.
“Do you renounce your previous life, and swear to give all that remains to your new lord and master?”
“I do.” Her head swam.
“And do you swear to join with this coven and be one with us in service to our dark master?”
“I do.” Her heart swelled and she felt a sudden burning in her hips.
“So mote it be.” Brenna waved a member of the crowd forward, offering them the chalice. A woman’s hands took it, brining it back where she drank before passing it along. “All you must do to seal the pact is to gaze upon our lord and give yourself to him. And together we will rejoice in your passage and we shall all be one.”
With a single movement, Maya’s robes were removed to reveal her naked body, lean and pale in the candlelight. Her heart pounded and her vision blurred as she faced the looming statue. The goat’s head leered at her from atop the muscled torso, and as her eyes wandered down to linger on the thick member, the droning of the assembled members continued behind her.
She stepped forward, knees weak, bending to touch her lips to the shape of her new god’s member. It was hard, cold and unmoving between her lips, and yet not unpleasant. She drew down as far as she could manage before pulling away and knowing that she was ready. Had been ready, perhaps all her life, for this moment.
Her body ached with need as the spiked wine coursed through her blood, filling her with a new and unholy lust. Wrapping her arms around the idol’s neck, she pulled herself onto his lap. Lowering her hips slowly, she felt the tip of his cock press against her. With a sigh, she brought herself down, feeling the full girth of the statue fill her body.
It was hard, thick, and her body struggled to adjust. She rose, gritting her teeth as she coated the dry shaft. With the next descent she took it deeper. Rising again, bliss spread through her body as the shape of the head pulled against her. Lowering, her sex began to squeeze.
Faster and faster she rode the statue, taking its cock hard and deep. The cult quickened their chanting, keeping time with her movements. Panting, breathless, she began to moan, holding herself close the idol’s body. The chanting continued, the crowd’s focus entirely on her.
The incense filled her nose, and the crowd filled her ears. She felt herself nearing her peak, and in that haze it was as if he were with her. The strong chest was warm against her face, and the granite length between her legs felt more real than anything she had ever known.
She felt the eyes upon her, knowing they were watching as she fucked a statue of stone. She didn’t care. Nothing was as important as her own pleasure or that of her new lord. She gave herself willingly, screaming as she came.
With her scream came the end of the mantra. Behind her there was a shuffling and the wet sounds of sex beginning.
Brenna came to her, helping her off the statue, a thick trail drawn from her lips to the head of the idol’s cock.
“Congratulations, Maya. You are one of us.” She turned her around so that she might see the congregation, disrobed and engaged in eager foreplay–countless men and women giving themselves to one another. “Stay and enjoy our lord for yourself. But as you do, watch as we celebrate your arrival.”
With that, she left, joining the crowd and dropping her robe to reveal a well-kept body. Several men came to her, attacking her breasts and thighs. These were men Maya knew, men from around her small town she had seen every day of her life, never knowing they were implicit in such dark rituals.
Brenna went to her knees, a man in either hand, and began to service them. A look of pure joy covered her face and more men came to take positions around her body, ready to give and receive. She accepted them eagerly, letting them fill her from behind and below as she took others with her mouth and hands. And as Maya watched, her body begged for more.
Leaning back on the statue, she climbed into the demon’s lap again, facing the crowd. She took the warm cock inside, still coated with her last release, and began to ride. The debauchery before her filled her with a primal lust, and she rode the cock harder. Wrapping one hand around the goat’s neck, she worked her clitoris with the other, urging herself to another orgasm.
She could feel his spirit with her–within her. His hands on her breasts, and his breath on her neck. As she prepared to come, she rode harder, as if feeling the demon begin to thrust. With cracked eyes, she watched men and women line up to take their turn fucking one another.
Maya came with a thick release, and in her haze she lost control and felt the statue begin to take her. Its chest heaved as its hips bucked, its strong, clawed hands grabbing at her belly and breasts. It drove itself deep, its cock throbbing, but remained unchanged when she happened to glance at it.
Soon she was on the ground, on hands and knees, taking the demon hard and fast. It’s hot breath poured across her back, mixing with the incense and brining her to another climax. She screamed, adding her voice to the din of heavy moans that filled the chamber. Before her, the masses were descending further into their debauched revelry–men and women teeming over one another in a sea of bare flesh.
Claws tore at her hips as the idol crushed her beneath its weight, the girth of its massive cock filling her to capacity. Her eyes rolled back as she came again, hot and gushing around the thick length. The room began to feel more and more like a dream, and the raging goat demon between her legs more real. In the rare moments of clarity she saw that she had not moved, then the next moment she was on the floor again.
Brenna was before her, her hands and body filled, then she was on top of her, their bodies locked together. She watched as the men and women of her hometown took each other in turn while Bophomet made her scream, then her thoughts would swirl and she’d be among the crowd, sucking and taking every dick in sight. Hot cum covered her face and chest in the orgy, while at the same time being pumped into her cunt by her god’s statue.
She was no longer a rational, thinking human, but a ball of nerves excited by drugs and wine and sex. Nothing was real and everything was possible and the energy of the room was palpable with raw passion. Her body ached from use and begged for more. Time stopped and leapt, shifting back and forth between points and places as her mind spiraled down a well of sheer wicked ecstasy.
Maya awoke the next morning with a jerk. She was alone and her body was sore. Naked, she tried to rise from bed and winced, finding long, fresh claw marks across her middle. On tender legs she stood and went to the window and opened the curtain to a bright and terrible sun. Below her second story apartment, the town carried on as normal. Men and women walked the streets, and she was unsure if she had seen them the night before.
On the table next to the window, she found a folded letter, sealed with red wax and stamped with the familiar sigil of a goat man. She pried it open carefully and read the fine calligraphy.
“Welcome to the coven.”
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