considering any surprises tonight. They all liked it better since he began putting the colored spotlights on right from the start, giving them enough light to check the room for the presence of any large items they might have to contend with.
'Brothers and sisters,' Tom began, 'we are gathered here once again to enjoy the fruits of life that we have found in each other.'
'It has occurred to me that our real devotion is to one another, rather than an outside force, so we have eliminated the other services, making this ritual a sign of our dedication to ourselves, to each other. Nothing else has changed. Only now when we drink from the cup of wine, we drink to the group. And when we make our sacrifices, we are sacrificing for the benefit of this close-knit family we have developed.'
He lifted the chalice and took a sip, then went out and served each member. All the excitement and pleasure of the first meeting flooded back into his head as he watched each member reach out to take the cup, their robes opening to expose naked flesh to his devouring eyes.
'Tonight,' he announced, 'our sacrifice to the group will be the very lovely… very beautiful Sister.'
Sighs of relief went through all the girls who weren't chosen and big grins of approval spread on the faces of the men as Ann got up and walked to the center of the stage area. They all watched with wide eyes as Tom turned Ann to face the group, turned on the white spotlight and removed her robe. They liked the way Ann always acted with a cool confidence when she was chosen to participate. Not brazen – just reined, with her chin up and a faint smile curling up the corners of her lips.
Tom made a show of putting Ann in the position he wanted, his hands never missing an opportunity to touch her body in some sensual way for all to see and enjoy. He placed his hands between her legs, the tips of his thumbs probing the nest of hair that rapidly dampened, then slowly spread her legs so she was standing with her feet wide apart, smiling at her wide-eyed audience.
'This dildo,' he said, holding up an object that was shaped like a cock, with a little stretching of the imagination, 'represents the group. All of us. Take it and place it between your legs… thereby making love to the entire group and accepting us all into your body.'
Ann took the object, noticed a little switch, which she flipped on and off quickly to see what it was she was going to insert inside herself. It was a battery-operated vibrator. How nice, she said to herself, waiting for Tom's instructions.
Tom stood behind her, reached under her arms to cup her breasts, then whispered in her ear to insert the prick slowly. As Ann lovingly inserted the vibrator into her cunt, Tom milked her tits, his hard-on sliding up and down the crack of her ass. Ann gave a good performance, stopping just before the end of the vibrator entered, leaving the switch on the outside.
Now Tom turned her sideways and had her bend at the waist. He produced an object that everyone recognized as an electric toothbrush, without the bristles.
'Now, Sister Ann, insert this replica of our sex into the other opening.'
Ann took the toothbrush and began inserting it into her anus, having trouble maneuvering from the awkward position. However, the audience was if entranced by the performance, staring wide-eyed with jaws dropping as they watched her struggle. Finally Tom had to complete the insertion for her. He walked around her, then, for the sake of the audience, inspecting his handiwork. Then he removed his robe and pressed his cock against her lips.
'Now, Sister Ann, reach down and turn on the switches,' Tom said, waiting for her to obey before inserting his cock into her mouth.
Ann looked like a bit of a contortionist as she turned on the battery-operated dildoes and had to hold them in place to keep them from falling out. Sensations ran through her body as the vibrators tingled the walls of her cunt and asshole. She almost immediately had an orgasm, her mouth filling with saliva and dribbling out the corners, around Tom's penetrating cock. She reached another climax moments later, losing her strength as she felt the third building up almost as soon as the second orgasm was over. Tom had to grab her head to keep her from slipping to her knees, forcing his throbbing meat deeper into her drooling mouth, almost choking her with a sudden plunge forward as his balls exploded a charge of cream into her throat. They both felt strangely lightheaded as the dual climax ended.
Ann slid to her knees when Tom backed away. She turned off the vibrators and slowly withdrew the spikes from her insides – a slow, agonizing withdrawal of the objects from very sensitive openings.
The chalice was passed around the circle. And Tom began to sense that the group was beginning to act a little strange. Perhaps a little drunk, he thought. He felt a little drunk himself.
Then without warning, Margaret Leche stepped to the center of the circle and said, 'Jay Schmidtline, come up here.'
Jay sauntered up to her. She ordered him to kneel. He obeyed. Then she pulled his robe up to expose his fat buttocks, straddled his waist as though to ride a horse backward, and began paddling his rump with a ping-pong paddle she had hidden under her robe.
Tom just watched, amused and feeling slightly helpless. With each sound of the paddle smacking on flabby ass-flesh, Jay gave out a howl of laughter. Soon they were all laughing with the exception of Margaret, who seemed to get more serious with each smack, gritting her teeth and frowning with a determination to do or accomplish something. And Jay laughed louder with each stinging blow to his reddening posterior.
Suddenly Tom gulped so loud and his expression changed so quickly that even Margaret halted her gratifying exercise and stared at him. For a moment Tom thought he was going to faint. There on the wall, larger than before, and definitely the outline of a man, was the red glow, smiling at him with devilish eyes!
Everyone turned to witness the phenomenon on the back wall, but no one made a sound. For some strange reason, they all felt odd, lightheaded perhaps, but terribly aware of their surroundings. They just stared at the waving image. Its mouth was moving, as if it were trying to talk, but nothing came out. The congregation stood motionless, with only Tom visibly trembling.
'Tommm… Dunnnn,' the image whispered in a spooky voice. 'You have… done a fine job… and you will be rewarded.'
Tom felt for sure he was going to pass out now. His knees were beginning to buckle and he was having difficulty breathing.
'Have… no… fear… my children,' the voice continued. 'No harm will come to you… if you do as I say.' Then it laughed in a sinister, blood-curdling tone.
Tom recovered slightly and tried desperately to focus his attention on the voice, to distinguish any flaws in the sound that may give him a clue to who or how it was being done. But his mind just didn't seem to be his own. He listened, straining for the smallest inkling of who the prankster might be.
'There is no need to be afraid,' the voice said. 'Your parties shall continue as before… only I will visit you from time to time to collect on my investment in you, since I have made all the pleasures possible. So listen carefully and do as I say: Katherine Krauss, go to the end of the table and stand with your legs spread apart.' Kay did as the voice said, moving quickly and not taking a minute to think about the order.
'Now I want the two Schmidtline brothers to tie her legs to the legs of the table.'
Hans and Jay too jumped to obey the command. 'Now strap her arms to the legs at the other end.'
They pulled Kay face dawn on the table and strapped her by the wrists to the far end of the table.
'Blindfold her… and everyone leave the room. Go to the kitchen and don't return until I ring the bell three times.'
Jay blindfolded Kay as the others quickly left the room. Only Tom waited until Jay was finished and left with him, contemplating a scheme to leave the door open a crack and peek in.
'Tommm…' the voice spoke, just as Tom was going through the door… 'disobeying Satan means certain death and it's not a pleasant death… I assure you.'
Tom closed the door and almost ran through the next room to the kitchen and closed that door too.
'What are we going to do?' Charles was saying, almost in tears.
'What can we do?' Margaret Leche said. 'He'll punish us if we disobey him.'
Stella started whimpering and some of the other girls joined her, putting their arms around each other and crying openly. For the most part the men stood with blank, frightened expressions and said nothing. Only Tom moved, pacing the room, trying to figure out what to do.
In the store, Kay Krauss felt a cold draft blow over her naked body and she began to cry. Her head was
