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

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“Now that the time has come, I’m a bit scared” she replied with a quiver in her voice.

“Nothing 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 true, the Satanists might very well take her life and mutilate her body once the fucking and torture were over.

I peeped through the crack in the curtain: thirty men, all naked but for their grotesque Satanic masks stood ready lining the isle, and at the far end of the isle the black altar of Satan stood where once Christians glorified their God. Now the old crucifix was inverted, Christ’s face 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 same wedding dress, but now she had altered the skirt of it so that it was completely open at the front, displaying her white stockinged legs, naked thighs and belly, her uncovered cunt an offering to the Devil to use in this sacrilegious ritual.

She’d been a pure, chaste Christian back then when we were married, but five years under my evil influence had now brought her to be ready to be offered to Satan.

Creepy music started somewhere, and the lights dimmed. Now the talk 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 murmur from the waiting men, followed by expressions of approval

“Oh yes!”

“Fucking beautiful!”

“Fucking whore!”

Every one of the thirty cocks were hard and rigid, some swaying out freely, others being slowly stroked. Every one of them would enter my wife’s body, gorging their evil cum forth in filthy depraved lustfulness until her cunt and ass would both be oozing their filthy sperm and her mouth would be dripping cum.

As she moved forward towards the Satanic Altar, many of the guys groped at Margie’s body, some simply patting her arms and shoulders, others briefly grasping her breasts or touching her ass.