by C. A. Rene
Raiden flips the back of my skirt up, exposing my ass to the others, and digging his fingers into the globes, forcing me to speed up.
I hear Torrent curse and Hail is moaning, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m on the cusp of what feels like the most profound orgasm I will ever have.
“Show them how creamy this pussy is,” he says against my mouth. “And only for me.”
His hand slaps against my ass and I jerk at the contact, my clit rubbing forcefully against his pelvis. My pussy clamps down on him and the both of us groan as my release comes over me.
My hair is brushed back from my face and I open my eyes to see Torrent gazing down at me.
“You come pretty, girl.” His voice is soft.
Raiden tightens his hold on my hips and begins to thrust up into me with renewed vigor. I’m sensitive and it’s slowly moving from pleasure to discomfort. He stands us both up and slams me down on the tabletop, my vision blackening at the impact.
I hear the metal slide of a blade and look up to see him running it along my skin. His thrusts still hard and deep as he grabs my top, slicing it open down the middle. My breasts are exposed and my torso on display as he continues his ministrations with the blade.
My legs are shaking with exhaustion and my pussy is sore from his brutal assault, but I let him continue. When I feel the sting of the blade, I gasp and look down my body. I watched in a stunned stupor as he carves into the skin just under my breasts.
It looks like a star from my view and when he’s done, he runs his fingers through my blood, painting my skin further. It’s like the sight of red has him losing control and he thrusts into me a few more times before screaming my name.
The room is quiet and Raiden pulls out of me, pulling his pants up. He has my blood on his hands and droplets on his lower stomach. I sit up and hiss at the stinging of the newest mark he’s given me. I try to pull my shirt together to give me some semblance of decency but it’s refusing to cooperate.
“Almost two, brother.” Torrent says to Raiden, his eyes never straying from my carved skin.
“Get them all out.” Raiden grounds out and yanks me off the table. “Go clean up.”
He pushes me towards the door and I do a sweep of the room, looking for Sky. I find her wrapped around Hail, her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, they don’t look to be leaving. I get a familiar burn of acid up my throat as my heart slams in fear, she can’t stay here.
“Sky!” I call out and Raiden turns abruptly grabbing me by the arm.
“Go and clean yourself up.” His spit flies into my face and my eyes widen in fear.
He shoves me out of the room and closes the large double doors in my face. That’s when I come face to face with a scary looking woman. She has a grey sallow face, her skin loose against her skull, and her teeth a dark yellow. She’s grinning at me and staring at the blood flowing from my current wound. I hurry away from her and the look on her ugly face.
There’s something wrong here and I don’t think any girl leaves this place of their own free will. I rush to my room, throw my scraps of clothing on the floor, and rush into the bathroom. I grab the terry towel bathrobe and scream when I see my reflection in the mirror.
It’s not a star carved into my skin, it’s an upside-down pentagram and I know exactly what that means. This heavy metal band are actual devil worshipers and I would bet anything that each of their chosen girls are sacrifices for some ritual. Fuck, I hope I’m wrong but I won’t take the risk with Sky.
I’m about to run out of the room when an object sitting on the bedside table catches my eye, I rush over to it, and hold it up, the cyclone etched on its side making complete sense.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Raiden
She knows.
I could see it in her eyes when she frantically searched for her friend. I close my eyes and lean back in my seat, waiting for Hail to get this started. I feel anxious like we have to do it quickly.
“This place is in utter chaos.” Magistra Karen says with glee.
"Is this where you kill me?" Sky's words have my eyes flying open.
"What?" Hail chuckles.
"This is what happened with the previous two, your chosen." She has no fear on her face whatsoever, more like acceptance.
"I told you..."
"Do what you have to do." She cuts Hail off, "but know that Tempest is smart and she knows I would never leave without her."
Tempest is smart and I think she knew from the very first sacrifice but she feels the same thing I do when we come together.
"Why me?" She asks him quietly.
Hail stands behind her and drops his forehead to her shoulder. I can fucking hear his heartbreak from here.
"Because you stand for everything I used to believe in. You represent my inner hope and as long as you're alive, I will never fully ascend." Hail's voice sounds pained.
“That’s why I chose you for him.” Magistra Karen chuckles, “you are holding one of our soldiers captive.”
I know exactly how Hail is feeling and come tomorrow night, I will be the fucking same. He whispers something in her ear and her eyes widen as he pulls out his knife. I close my eyes, waiting for the moment I get to sink my blade into Karen and the bliss that comes with each sacrifice, but then my ears are assaulted with an unnatural screeching.
"Get away from her, motherfucker!" My demon flies across the room with the very blade I had given her, the one I had hoped she would eventually turn on me.
Hail is slow to react, since he was also lost in our sacrificial moment, and my demon's blade sinks into his shoulder as he staggers back with a yell.
The rest of us jump to our feet as Hail stumbles to his knees and Tempest wraps her arms around Sky.
“How mad would Kenny be if we killed his pick for you, too?” Karen laughs and looks at me.
"I'm going to take her and we're leaving." Tempest’s voice shakes with anger, "because let me tell you, as soon as you send us to your devil, I will make my way back to fuck you all up."
I don't take her threat lightly and I can see the others are shocked in their places, too. I can't help but look at her and feel pride, she's so fucking strong. It's just a damn shame she must watch us do something horrible.
"Tie them up." I tell Torrent and then to Squall, "send everyone else home."
Torrent grabs them both, even struggling, they can't get out of his grasp, and my demon is cursing me to hell. Little does she know we’re all already living in it.
Karen’s eyes are sealed to the girls and their distraught, she doesn’t even see me or my blade before I plunge it through the side of her throat.
“Thank you for your sacrifice, Karen!” Torrent exclaims as the girls begin to scream.
Torrent drags them out of the room and Squall hurries off to clear out the house. I go to Hail and examine where the knife went in, there's a lot of blood but I think she missed anything vital.
"Take it out." He pants.
I pull the blade from his shoulder then take off my shirt to tie around his arm.
"Get Squall to sew you up." I help him to his feet. "I'm going to go help Torrent."
"Take it easy on her," he sounds a bit hazy. "She's protective of who she loves and that's not a bad thing."
I sneer at him, my insides are brimming with fire, and my anger is ready to be unleashed. She fucked up our sacrifice and now she’s more involved than I ever wanted.
I head to the door Torrent went through that leads to the basement. This is where all our equipment is and not a single soul is allowed down here save for the four of us and whomever we deem worthy of our justice.
The stairs are narrow and I wonder to myself how the hell Torrent managed to get them both down here on his own. I let the dank, wet smell of the cement walls seep into my nostrils and follow the yelling voices.
"Untie her you fucking asshole." My demon sounds pissed and I can't help how fast my cock swells at the sound.
I walk into
the room and find Torrent tying up Sky with Tempest beating on his back. I wrap my arm around her neck and haul her back into me, making her watch as Torrent takes her friend’s bound hands and hangs them from the large hook descending from the ceiling.
“What are you doing to her?” She screams and I press my mouth to her ear.
“I have to punish you or else let go of everything my brothers and I have planned for years. No matter what I feel for you, I can’t fuck this up.”
She struggles against me, but I force her still as Torrent wraps her hands together and drags her to the other hook. I watch as he pulls her arms over her head and drops the rope down. She tries to struggle but it’s her friend that tells her to stop.
“Temp, stop. It’s no use.”
“Don’t say that Sky.” She grinds through her teeth, “we’ll get out of here and then we’re going to kill each of them.”
Her robe chooses that moment to come undone and I see the pentagram burning red against her skin, still dripping with blood. I don’t know why I etched that into her but I must admit it looks like it belongs there. It was to mark her as mine in a moment of weakness and no matter where she goes, she’ll be mine forever.
“Let them hang out for a bit.” Torrent says with a snort. “I need to clean up Karen and get ready for Kenny. His plane just landed.”
I nod and watch as he leaves the room, then I turn to her. My girl with the stormy eyes and a heart full of pain.
“You should’ve listened to me. Now, you have to pay the price of disobedience.”
She doesn't answer me but her eyes flash with a hatred so raw and once again she’s become my fucking mirror.
“That is why you were chosen for me.” I point at her face. “You think you hide it so well, then put yourself on a stage, and pray people won’t see it.”
“Fuck you.” She growls.
“You are exactly like me, Demon.” I whisper in her ear. “And now you will belong to me forever.” I touch the mark on her torso.
“You’re so fucking delusional.” Her eyes widen, “sacrificing me will just cause you more pain. I’m inside you now. The Illuminati are nothing but a group of deranged fuckers that pray to something that doesn’t exist!”
“You don’t know how right you are.” I tell her.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Tempest
My shoulders are screaming in pain and Sky is refusing to talk. She just hangs there and looks at the floor in utter defeat. This isn’t like her and I’m suddenly hit with how hard she fought me about coming here.
“You knew.” I say to her.
She just blinks at the sound of my voice but her eyes don’t move from the dirty cement floor.
“You fought the whole way, at the club before the choosing, on the way here, and then now you’ve just given up.” I try to kick at her with my foot. “You knew about all this.”
“So what?” Her voice cracks. “We just saw them kill that woman up there.”
“You knew they killed people!” I yell at her. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Would you have believed me?” Finally, her eyes meet mine and they’re red rimmed orbs of pain. “I tried to escape it once, I knew I wouldn’t be able to again.”
“How did you find out what they do here?” I ask her.
“Hail chose my aunt ten years ago and she never returned. I Googled them and I went to a reunion concert of theirs. I saw the pentagrams and the blood sacrifices on stage. Fucking devil worshipers.”
Fuck.
We’re dead.
I thought maybe I could get through to Raiden, maybe use our connection to make him see it’s not worth killing us.
“Raiden is their leader.” Sky continues. “His birthday is celebrated with a black mass. But the days leading up to it, they party and choose one person to sacrifice for their church. This year must be big since they’re sacrificing four of us. It’s like their ascension.”
“Ascension sounds really Christian.” I point out. “Wouldn’t they want to descend…. to Hell?”
“No, not like ascending to heaven, but rising above the natural human needs and emotions, things that bind them to the earth. Then they can concentrate on procuring every success.”
“Fucked up bullshit.” I snarl.
“I’m worried about my mom,” she drops her head again. “She was devastated after her sister and now I’m not going to return.”
“Stop.” I try to kick at her again. “We’re getting out of here.”
“Touching,” Torrent is leaning against the doorway. “You two really are two of the stupidest broads.”
“Fuck you. Where’s Raiden? Why did he kill that woman?” I ask him a flurry of questions.
“Fuck you too, he’s coming soon, and that woman was a part of the church Sky was telling you about.” He ticks each answer off his fingers.
“You really are Illuminati and Satan worshipers.” I mutter. “So why kill her?”
“Worshipers? No. We worship ourselves, but they showed us the way and now they’ll die for it. They took just as much advantage of us as the Catholics did.”
I don’t bother to engage with him anymore, out of all the guys, he seems the most twisted. He gang banged his fucking chosen for fucksakes.
He looks down at my open robe and grins.
“He’s marked you.”
“What?” I roll my eyes and look at him.
“My brother,” he points to my torso. “You’re his for all eternity. Fuck, he actually did that. You’re practically married.”
“You are all fucked up!” I yell at him.
“Hey, it’s true. We carve that symbol into each other when we join for eternity.”
“Give me my knife then,” I grit out. “I need to repay the favor, right?”
He looks at me for a split second and then barks out a laugh.
“I can see what has him so fucked up.” He points at me. “If you survive, you might just save him from himself.”
“Shut up, Tor.” I hear his voice and when he enters the room, I know I should feel hatred or fear, but I don’t, I feel a need so strong it’s all consuming.
“Get us down, Raiden.” I yell at him.
And then I watch as Kenny, their manager comes into the room with a wide smile on his face. The look has my body rushing cold and my throat ceasing in fear.
“In a bit,” Raiden replies and opens a drawer to my left. “First I need to punish you for stabbing my brother and ruining our ceremony.”
“Fuck.” I drop my chin to my chest and admit defeat. He’s not sane.
I hear the cracking of a whip and don’t bother to look up. He said I was being punished and to be honest I’d rather a whipping instead of a gang bang.
It’s Sky’s scream that has me tensing as my eyes fly to her. Raiden is standing behind her in a loose pair of track pants and raising the whip again.
“Stop!” I scream, “it was me! You should be punishing me!”
“I am.” He says as the tails hit the open skin of her back.
Her body arches and she lets loose another gut-wrenching scream. Raiden doesn’t blink, he just looks determined as he raises the whip again and cracks it along her back. Blood sprays and the tiny droplets splatter against my robe.
Kenny has his phone out and taking a video while watching in complete rapture at the torture being inflicted in front of him. I want to watch his throat being cut open next.
“Whip me instead!” I scream, “stop Raiden!”
He hits her another four times and drops the whip after the seventh hit. Sky is openly sobbing and I am crying right along with her. Blood is dripping off her back and onto the cement floor, the sound deafening to my ears.
“I hate you.” I glare at Raiden.
“You don’t.” He looks at me and I sob when I see Sky’s blood sprinkled over his skin. “But you should.”
He stands in front of me and uses his knife to cut away the robe from my body. Maybe now it’s my t
urn to feel the cutting edge of the tails on my back and for him to relish in my pain.
The robe drops to the ground and I’m hanging in front of him and Torrent in nothing but a nasty blood-soaked cheetah print skirt.
His finger pushes against the pentagram he sliced into my skin and he traces the lines as I grunt through the pain.
“I’m going to miss the way your blood sings to me.” I watch as he pops his finger in his mouth. “Sing me a song, Demon.”
He drops his pants and I see his cock standing proud with a drop of precum sitting on the tip. Kenny’s phone is now pointing directly on me and his face is euphoric.
“I told you not to get too attached.” Kenny sneers at me.
Raiden flips up my skirt and bares me completely.
“Brother,” I hear the warning in Torrent’s voice.
“Get over here and whip her while I pound her little pussy.” Raiden growls and fear gathers throughout my stomach.
“No.” I try to kick him away.
It’s no use though because Raiden is large and so fucking strong. He grabs both of my legs and hoists them up around his waist. His hands grip my ass and pull me in against him.
I hear the crack of the whip and tense just as Raiden lines himself up. I’m not wet at all, nothing about this is turning me on, and I’m fairly sure Sky has passed out from the pain beside me.
“Raiden…” I begin to squirm as he pushes himself inside me. “I know you sold them your soul, but that’s not true. I can see it, I can feel it. Don’t do this.”
“I didn’t sell my soul,” he looks into my eyes, “I just promised to deliver other souls instead.”
The stretch is too much and the burn spreads up to my asshole. The whip cracks and this time I feel the kiss of the tail on my upper back. I’m shocked and then all at once the pain registers and Raiden has himself forced inside of me. The pain in both my pussy and my back radiates at the same time, making me suck in a breath to scream.
“That’s it, sing for me.” Raiden whispers into my ear.
Raiden pulls back out only to shove himself back in and the pain is excruciating, then the clap of those metal edged tails again. I can feel my blood dripping down my back and the stickiness of it on my thighs.
