Each of us had received the same invitation. A piece of scrolled parchment wrapped with a twisted black ribbon...sealed with a deep dark wax the colour of dried blood. Upon opening, it was revealed that the time for a gathering had drawn close and we were now being presented with our directions and roles. I felt my face flush as I read the words that determined my course of duties for the ceremony:

You have been designated the Priestess.

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I made my way down the narrow walkway. I shivered from the chill in the night air and pulled my white silken robe tighter around me to capture and contain my body heat. For the remainder of the week I had prepared and studied for what was about to take place. I was most curious to know what your role would be as we hadn't spoken since the invitations arrived. I was greeted at the door by a masked gentleman who took my purse and car keys. He then gestured towards a door before he disappeared with my possessions. The door opened onto a spiral staircase and I slowly made my way down into the dark. As I reached the bottom of the steps and stepped forward tentatively into the darkness I walked straight into a dark figure. I felt long strong fingers cup the sides of my face and then the pressure of foreign lips against mine. I heard the figure inhale deeply and felt him move closer as to experience my essence. The brush of his lips against my ear and the words that rolled up huskily from his throat initiated the first of many bursts of wetness I was to experience between my thighs that evening.

"Do you taste as good as you smell," he growled the question into my ear. I blushed in the darkness and felt a stir of desire as my nipples grew hard from his words and the coldness of the stairwell. His hand found mine in the dark and he proceeded to lead me to the dark curtain that covered the entrance to the chamber. As the curtain shifted from his hand I grew instantly warmer from the glow of the numerous candles that ringed the small room. I scanned the small group looking for your handsome face but did not see it. I felt as though I would be distracted from the entire ritual until I was able to lay my eyes upon you and drink in your gaze. I scanned again, trying to appear nonchalant as I looked at each face hidden underneath their black cowl robes and the Master still holding my hand, lead me towards the front of the room where the altar was. As we made our way through the gathering they parted quietly and slowly in front of us. Closing in behind us as we passed running their fingers and hands reverently along our bodies as a show of respect to the Master and Priestess.

At last we came to the front of the room and I finally understood why I had failed to find you in my scan of the crowd. You lay resplendent upon the altar. Your naked form was breathtaking in the flickering candle light. I felt my breath stop tight in my throat and I am sure the Master felt it too since he squeezed my hand and gently pulled me forward and out of my stunned gaze. You were laying on your back and your head faced the ceiling, but as I passed, you turned your gaze to me and kissed me with your eyes. I flushed at the intimacy of your stare and looked at the floor. Unable to turn my attention from you, I peaked through my lashes and felt another rush of wetness. Your supine form stretched the length of the altar. Your muscles were lithe and defined under skin I was sure would feel like the richest velvet. Your handsome face was still turned to me and though your expression had not changed, there was a new sparkle in your eye as you followed the curve of my body and the way the sheer robe clung to each apex and hollow.

The chamber held the odor of bodies. A faint breath of incense and the unmistakable smell of musk and pheromones. A large silver platter holding six consecrated cakes lay at your feet between your spread legs. Before I turned to stand with the Master, I drank in the sight of your long thick cock laying against your belly. It was all I could do to keep my expression neutral and calm at the sight of your manhood so elegantly displayed against your sweet soft skin as you lay in wait for us to begin.

The Master placed his hand on my shoulder and I felt electricity run through my body as he gave it a firm squeeze, signaling me to begin. As if they each felt the squeeze as well, a hush fell over the group and their low murmurs faded almost instantly . I took a deep breath and raised my hands. I signified the beginning of the Mass by clapping my hands together twice. The short sounds echoed from the stone walls of the Chamber and resulted in absolute silence.

I watched the Mistress of Earth in robes as red as my earlier flush in the darkened stairwell, turn to the congregation and make the sign of the inverted pentagram with her left hand as she said, "I will go down to the altars in Hell."

I looked directly at you as I responded with, " To Satan, the giver of life." I felt the Master move closer behind me and felt the unmistakable hardness of him through his deep purple robe as he stood still against me.

The congregation softly replied to us with, "Our Father which wert in heaven hallowed be thy name In heaven as it is on Earth. Give us this day our ecstasy And deliver us to evil as well as temptation For we are your kingdom for aeons and aeons. "

I watched your already thick cock stretch as their words rolled across the floor and up around the altar to caress your naked form. Your head turned away from me and I watched you grip the sides of the altar with your strong hands. The Master's voice bellowed out past my ear as he intoned the next words:

" May Satan the all-powerful Prince of Darkness
And Lord of Earth
Grant us our desires. "

On the word desire I licked my lips and looked hungrily at you but your head was still turned to the wall.

The group responded to the Master by saying,

"Prince of Darkness, hear us!
I believe in one Prince, Satan, who reigns over this Earth,
And in one Law which triumphs over all. I believe in one Temple
Our Temple to Satan, and in one Word which triumphs over all:
The Word of ecstasy. And I believe in the Law of the Aeon,
Which is sacrifice, and in the letting of blood
For which I shed no tears since I give praise to my Prince
The fire-giver and look forward to his reign
And the pleasures that are to come! "

As the last words were spoken, your head turned back towards me and the look of longing on your face was pure and full of lust. You tried to lay still as your shaft pulsed with each beat of your heart. I could see the exquisite look of torture on your face and only knew it would get much worse for you. The Mistress turned and walked towards the Master and I. She stopped in front of me and pressed her soft warm body to me as she kissed the Master over my shoulder. I could feel their lips and exhalations as they kissed each other deep and wet next to my ear. I felt the Master's hand cup one of my buttocks though my robe as he pressed against me from behind and I felt the Mistress's hand slid up and tease my hardened nipple through the soft thin fabric of my robe.

I felt, more then heard the low moan that escaped your throat as you watched the Master knead my ass cheek and rub his erection across the small of my back while he deep throated the Mistress with his tongue as she flicked a long red fingernail back and forth across the swell of my nipple poking stiffly through the fabric. At the close of the kiss, the Mistress turned to the group and said, "May Satan be with you."

The Master growled "Veni, omnipotens aeternae diabolus!"

The Mistress responded with "By the word of the Prince of Darkness, I give praise to you."

I moaned low and soft as she bent to kiss your lips. In the flash of an instant I recalled the way your lips had felt the last time they had pressed to mine. She continued with,

"My Prince, bringer of enlightenment. I greet you
Who cause us to struggle and seek the forbidden thoughts. "

The Master's hands gripped my hips firmly as he chanted, " Veni, omnipotens aeternae diabolus!" again and we watched the Mistress say, "Blessed are the strong for they shall inherit the Earth. " and then bend to kiss your chest. I lay my head back against the Master's shoulder and closed my eyes, jealous that is was her fair lips and not mine on your skin. She raised her head from your chest and said, "Blessed are the proud for they shall breed gods! " and then she kissed your hard throbbing cock. You head rolled to the side again at the soft touch of her lips and I heard the Master moan softly into my ear as I pushed back against him.

The Mistress rises from the altar and says, "Let the humble and the meek die in their misery!" She leaves you to lie on the altar as she once again approaches the Master and bestows upon him a kiss with her lips still warm from your cock. She steps back and smiles as the Master cups my chin and tilts my head back to pass the kiss along to me. I close my eyes and allow him to softly lick and suckle my tongue with his own. I was to now pass this kiss along to the rest of the congregation. I step to the line that has formed and bestow the sweetest of kisses upon each member. Male and female. All lips hungry yet sweet. I loose track of the number but not of the fact that none of the lips had been as sweet as yours. When I have kissed each member, I move to the altar. I stand at the end by your feet where the silver try of cakes lay. It is an immense act of self control to over come the urge to trace my tongue up along the inside of your thigh and take you into my mouth. My pussy is dripping wet and I can feel the heat as the blood rushes through my labia and it swells in anticipation. I reach down to pick up the plate of cakes and make sure that the edge of my silken sleeve brushes ever so gently along your calf. And that as I bend forward my hair cascades down and gently tickles your right knee. I see a very slight thrust of your hips towards me and your cock rises for a moment and stretches towards me as you maintain an iron grip on the altar, close your eyes and swallow hard.

As I turn to hand the Mistress the tray, I say to you, "Praised are you, my Prince and lover, by the strong: Through our evil we have this dirt; by our boldness and Strength, it will become for us a joy in this life. "

The congregation responds to me with, "Hail Satan, Prince of life !"

The Mistress approaches you once again and places the silver tray on your chest. I watch as you jump slightly at the cool metal as it touches your skin. Quietly she chants, " Suscipe, Satanas, munus quad tibi offerimus memoriam Recolentes vindex. " This is my cue to step forward and quietly say, "Sanctissimi Corporis Satanas".

I returned to the altar and reach down to take you in my hand. Slowly I began to stroke the length of your hardness. Your black eyes meet mine and burn into me. The congregation, led by the Mistress and the Master, begin to clap to the beat of my strokes. I lock back onto your gaze as I pump your shaft up and down and use my other hand to caress your balls. I twist and pull and stroke your hard cock faster and faster and the congregation continues to clap faster and faster to match my pace. Your cock is so hot in my hand and I can feel the blood course through to match the quickening of your pulse. Your hands leave the sides of the altar and restlessly reach for mine. I stop the light tickle along your balls and rest my hand gently on your hip as I continue to stroke and pump your stiff shaft. Your right hand comes to rest on mine and holds tight as I continue to stroke faster and faster. I am kneeling on the altar between your spread legs. Stroking your thick cock furiously with my right hand as the left rests in your grasp at your side. Your back begins to arch and your hips thrust towards me as the pulse of the beat of the congregation clapping thrums in time with my strokes.

The Master and Mistress begin to chant over and over again, " Veni, omnipotens aeternae diabolus!". They start out slow and their voices grow strong as they chant the words over and over and the congregation cheers and moans and yells and howls as they watch me pulling on you, stroking, pumping squeezing...fucking your cock with my small hand, barely able to wrap around it. Their cheers grow louder as you dig your heels into the altar and arch your back, thrusting your cock into my hand. Your eyes are closed and you breathe heavily and I can see that you are lost to this world now. A cry escapes your lips and your body tenses so much it is almost completely off the altar and I know you are about to come. The chanting and clapping and cheering reaches a fever pitch and I feel you throb and pulse in my hand as you release your load. Thick white pearly strands of come fall onto the cakes laying on the silver platter and you moan without inhibition as I milk your cock for all it's worth. You fall back upon the altar and you body convulses with an aftershock orgasm as I stand and hand the plate to the Mistress.

The Mistress holds the plate high to the congregation and says, "May the gifts of Satan be forever with you."

They respond loudly with, "As they are with you!"

The Mistress returns the cake and come laden tray to you, the altar priest as you lay spent on the altar. She raises a beautiful wine filled chalice and says, "Praised are you, my Prince, by the defiant: through our Arrogance and pride
We have this drink: let it become for us an elixir of life. "

She sprinkles the wine upon you and I watch as the blood red liquid falls upon your still magnificent body and rolls down around and along your fine muscles. She sprinkles more towards the congregation but my eyes are still upon you as you lay flushed from your release. She then returns the chalice to the altar and speaks once again to the congregation:

"With pride in my heart I give praise to those who drove
The nails
And he who thrust the spear into the body of Yeshua,
The imposter.
May his followers rot in their rejection and filth! "

The Master has moved behind me once again and now addresses the congregation by saying, "Do you renounce Yeshua, the great deciever, and all his works ?"

They answer joyously, "We do renounce the Nazarene Yeshua, the great deceiver And all his works. "

He asks them, "Do you affirm Satan?"

They answer, "We do affirm Satan!"

The Master begins to chant 'Agios o Satanas' while the Mistress picks up the silver tray and turns to the congregation, saying:

"I who am the joys and pleasures of life which strong men
Have forever sought, am come to show you my body and my blood."

I then take the tray from her and stand in front of the altar. The Master and the Congregation watch as she slowly and deliberately removes my white silken robe. I glance over at you as you lay in the dusky candlelight and drink in my nakedness with your deep dark eyes. You lick your lips and look at me hungrily. I know you are insatiable and I know I will have you before the night is through. Many times.

After she has removed my robes and I stand before all and she says, "Remember, all you gathered here, nothing is beautiful except Man: But most beautiful of all is Woman. "

I then return the tray to her and she offers a plate of fresh cakes and overflowing chalices of wine to the congregation.

When all have sated their hunger, the Mistress holds up the tray with the come laden cakes and says, "Behold, the dirt of the earth which the humble will eat! " She then flings the cakes off the tray at them and laughs wickedly as they stomp on the cakes and grind them into the floor. She then claps her hands three times and commands them to dance for her. They oblige and begin to writhe and twist to the beautiful ceremonial music that has begun to flow through the chamber on her command. As they dance and chant, they sway towards me and I disrobe each body until everyone is as naked as I am and all are dancing sensuously in the middle of the chamber. It is hard to tell where one body begins and the next ends. Hands caress, legs entwine, lips meet and they all dance together en masse.

As they dance , the Mistress stands in the center of their pulsating throes, raises her arms above her head and cries,

"Let the church of the imposter Yeshua crumble into dust
Let all the scum who worship the rotting fish suffer and die in their misery and rejection!
We trample on them and spit of their sin!
Let there be ecstasy and darkness; let there be chaos and laughter,
Let there be sacrifice and strife: but above all let us enjoy
The gifts of life! "

On her signal, the dancers begin to pair off and the orgy of lust begins. The Mistress offers her hand to you and assists you down from the altar. You come straight to me and grace me with one of your velvet kisses and I feel my knees grow weak from energy I feel flowing into me from you. The Master is still behind me and his robe has parted so that I can feel his naked erection against the soft flesh of my ass and your hardness pushed against the soft flesh of my belly. The Mistress presses her naked body against you from behind and it results in the four of us, Master, Mistress, Priest and Priestess, wrapped in an erotic embrace. As we all sink to the flow, you roll with me so that we are alone against the wall and the intensity of your mouth on my face, lips, breasts and shoulders is almost more then I can stand. Your cock is already hard again and my pussy is soaked from the build up to this point. As your fingers work themselves into me, you softly growl into my ear, " Veni, omnipotens aeternae diabolus!" I cry out as your fingers dip into me and rub around my swollen clit. Your thick shaft teases me as it presses against my thigh and I feel so empty without you inside. I grab your wrist and hold your hand still but you continue to wiggle your fingers inside me. "Fuck me," I beg you. Hearing these words whispered into your ear is like a charge and I feel pain as you kiss me so hard that I feel your teeth and taste blood in my mouth. I start to cry from frustration and through my tears I whisper one more word:

"Please."

You pin me to the cold stone floor and part my thighs with your knee. Your teeth sink into my neck as your cock sinks deep into me and I release a loud cry that turns into a long throaty moan. I wrap my legs around your waist and thrust against your thrusts. Your cock plunges deep into my hot wet warmth and I squeeze you with my muscles each time you withdraw. I drop the rest of my inhibitions and I cry out over and over again, "Yes yes yes oh please yes don't stop!" My eyes squeeze shut and my head shakes back and forth as if I could ward off the orgasm with a nod. My cries and wiggles and thrusts against you drive you crazy and you pound me mercilessly as I cry out louder and louder. The hot spurt of you inside me sends me over the edge and my orgasm hits me like a tsunami. I scream and cry and shake as you continue to pour forth deep inside me. I lay gulping air and shivering as you collapse on top of me.