THE CULT
His editor had assigned him to join this cult so as to write a story about them for a special on cults that the magazine would be featuring.
For a few weeks, the reporter attended classes on their beliefs and philosophy, feigning enthusiasm. They believed in gods who fed off human emotions and physical sensations, particularly both pleasure and pain. Sexual pleasure was a service to those gods, and cult members were encouraged to perform that service as often as possible. The sex was certainly fun, and a nice perk of the assignment. He wondered, with some trepidation, about the pain, though. He learned in the classes that it was considered a duty and an honor to give the gift of one’s pain to the gods.
An event was scheduled in the auditorium, but nobody would tell him exactly what was planned.
He sat down, noting that a woman and five men were on the stage. He recognized all the men as priests of the cult, who had taught the classes. All were naked. A girl with whom he had played a couple of times came in and sat down next to him.
A long, heavy metal table occupied the center of the stage. The woman lay back on that table. Four of the men held her by her wrists and ankles, spreading her legs wide apart. The fifth man, who was the higher ranking priest, stood between the woman’s legs.
Meanwhile, the girl next to the reporter was stripping off her clothes and encouraging him to do the same. Other members of the audience were doing so as well.
The high priest ran his hands gently over the woman’s body, tweaking her nipples and running his fingertips up and down her belly, her thighs, and her pussy lips. She moaned with pleasure.
The girl next to the reporter began running her fingertips over his body then. She tickled his balls, always a favorite of his, and his cock reacted predictably. She kissed his neck and licked his ear. She gently stroked his cock with her fingertips. He became very excited as he caressed her as well.
Meanwhile, the high priest was rubbing the tip of his cock between the pussy lips of the woman on the table. The four other priests held her fast, as the high priest slowly penetrated her with his cock.
As the fucking commenced on stage, the girl next to the reporter gripped his cock harder and began to pump it. He felt her pussy with his fingers. It was soaking wet and she was already moaning.
“Well, this is a nice event,” he thought. He looked around the audience and saw that many other couples, men and women, including some couples of the same sex, were doing the same as he was. There were even some threesomes. It was becoming an orgy in those auditorium seats.
As the fucking on stage became quite energetic, his playmate stood up, moved in front of him, turned around and bent over the back of the seat ahead. She displayed her pussy and ass to him, spreading the cheeks of her ass. As the invitation was obvious, he licked one finger and pushed it into her hot, tight asshole. She groaned loudly at this, which excited him even more. Her pussy juice ran down her thighs in little rivulets.
She gripped his cock, pulling on it, and he took his finger out of her ass as she sat back onto his cock, enveloping him in her hot, soaking wet pussy.
Pleasure so filled his consciousness that he had not been watching what was happening on the stage. When he finally looked again, he saw the high priest stepping back from the woman, cum dripping from his cock and smeared in his pubic hair.
As the girl moved up and down on the reporter’s cock, he saw that the four men were still holding the wrists and ankles of the woman on the table firmly in their grip, stretching her legs apart as far as they could go. Though the fucking had ended, she was still moaning. She was violently shaking, too, and sweat ran off her body.
He turned his attention back to the girl who was fucking him so delightfully. But when he looked at the stage again a few minutes later, he was taken aback to see the high priest holding what appeared to be a cavalry saber in his hand!
A shock swept over the reporter, but he was surprised to find that his sexual excitement was undiminished. If anything, it seemed even greater. The girl’s hands were now between their legs, massaging his balls. He concentrated on the stage now so as not to cum too soon, as his excitement was rising.
To his absolute horror, he saw the high priest slowly and carefully insert the tip of the saber into the sweat-soaked, trembling woman’s pussy. She was obviously trying to squirm and struggle, trying to get away, but the four men held her tightly. The reporter wondered whether she had known beforehand what was going to happen and whether she still desired to serve her gods in this way.
She began to cry, as the blade entered further into her body. He realized that it had gone far enough to pierce her vital organs and do fatal damage. The high priest was twisting it back and forth. The woman struggled as much as she could against her captors’ grip. She screamed.
To the reporter’s surprise, his own sexual excitement was only increased by what he was seeing. He struggled in his mind to understand how witnessing this grotesque murder could turn him on, but he had to admit that it did. All around him, the audience was in a sexual frenzy, as couples cried out in ecstatic pleasure while the woman on stage cried out in agonized pain.
The high priest withdrew the saber, covered and dripping with the woman’s blood. He reinserted it at a different angle, to do even more terrible damage to the poor woman’s insides.
As the saber entered all the way to the hilt, the point of it broke through and emerged from the woman’s belly. Blood spurted. The high priest twisted the saber again, and a bit of her intestine emerged from the wound. As he twisted the saber and moved it back and forth, more of her guts spilled from the wound and slipped down to the side. Loops of intestine reached to the floor, where a pool of blood spread beneath the table.
The reporter could not help himself. Though his mind rebelled against the reactions of his body, he found himself taken over by his own orgasm, thrusting and shooting his cum into the hot, slick vagina that surrounded his cock. The girl on his lap came as well at that moment, her contractions squeezing him as she gasped and cried out in pleasure.
At the same time that the reporter pulled his cock out of the girl’s pussy, the high priest pulled the saber out of the woman on the stage, and the four priests lifted the crying woman up from the table and carried her to the back of the stage.
The reporter had not until then noticed the chains that hung against the back wall. The woman’s wrists were now locked into shackles attached to the ends of those chains, and she was hoisted up until her toes barely touched the floor. She was quite a sight, with her intestines hanging out of her mutilated belly and her legs red with her blood. She must have been administered some kind of drug beforehand, because she was still conscious—even if just barely.
Now the girl who had been fucking the reporter sat down next to him again, leaned toward him, and whispered into his ear, “We know who you are.”
“What?” “What do you mean?” But it was obvious what she meant as he looked up and saw that the four priests who had held the woman on stage were now standing at the ends of the row of seats and coming toward him!
He felt panic, but there was no escape. They grabbed him and dragged him, despite his struggles, to the stage. “Oh, my God!” he cried. “No!” One of the men then grabbed his head and another shoved a gag into his mouth, fastening it behind his head. He could now only make sounds of protest, but no more words.
He was roughly shoved down onto the blood-slick tabletop. The four men held his wrists and ankles just as they had the woman who now hung on the back wall. He lost control of his bladder and pee ran out of his cock, pooling on the table around him.
Now it was a high priestess who approached him. She held a hypodermic needle in her hand. While he struggled violently, but to no avail, she pressed the needle into the base of his cock and injected him. Within a few minutes, he felt his cock growing hard again despite his fear.
The priestess climbed onto the table and mounted his involuntarily hard cock. She leaned toward him and growled, “Now you will serve the gods with your pain.”
She held a knife in her hand. As she moved her hot, tight cunt back and forth on his cock, she pressed the point of the knife into one of his nipples. Twisting it back and forth, she cut into his nipple, tearing it apart. Once that one was mutilated, she did the same to the other one. He attempted to scream, but only gurgling sounds made it through the gag. The high priest stood by the side of the table. He took the knife from her and handed her a soldering iron. With this, she burned his mangled nipples and ran the iron here and there over his chest and belly while she fucked him. She enjoyed his struggles beneath her and the feeling of his captive cock inside her as his mind was aware of nothing but the burning pain.
She turned, keeping his cock still inside her, and faced toward his feet. She gripped his balls and pressed the soldering iron against his defenseless scrotum. He saw nothing now but white hot fire in his mind as his balls were burned. Doing this to him excited the priestess so much that she came on his cock. Due to the injection she had given him, it was still rock hard as she lifted herself off and lowered her feet to the floor.
“Well, we have no use for this anymore,” she said. The high priest handed her back the knife. She gripped his cock and inserted the point of the blade into his urethra. He cried and struggled. He attempted to scream. The pain shot through his body as the knife entered his urethral canal, cutting him. She slowly pressed it further in, with a sawing motion, slitting his cock all the way down the middle lengthwise.
Now the high priest handed her the blood-covered saber. He could not believe what was happening to him, as he felt the sharp steel point against his tender asshole. He struggled against his captors, but they held him firmly as she pressed the saber blade into his ass, cutting into his rectum. Burning pain filled his body as the saber blade advanced through his rectum and deep into his guts, slicing through his internal organs until, as he had witnessed with the woman, it broke through the skin and emerged from his belly.
Just as he had witnessed earlier with the female victim, he realized his intestines were coming out of his belly and spilling out to the floor. His body convulsed, but he was still held in a tight grip.
Still convulsing, he was lifted from the table and was carried to the back wall to be attached to shackles next to the woman victim.
Both of them hung together, disemboweled and in helpless agony. The gag was removed from his mouth, but he had no strength left to scream. Pliers were forced into his mouth and his tongue was stretched out. A fishhook was forced through the tip of his tongue. The woman next to him received the same treatment. A cord between the two hooks was tightened so that the two victims were pulled together and turned to face each other, just inches apart, looking into each other's eyes. They were so close that their slippery, bulging, hanging intestines were touching. The contact increased their pain. Each could feel the other’s every twitch.
Now the crowd in the auditorium filed out of the room. The priests left the stage. The two victims were left alone to watch each other slowly die.
