The Malecroft family has been prosperous for six generations, successful in all their endeavors, whether it was a new business speculation or a bid for political power. The men in the folk always find beautiful, wealthy woman to marry and those women only ever have sons. But that family has a very dark secret, and that secret has been the root of their achiever.

Deep underneath their sprawling manor is a dungeon. There are six cells, each furnished with two fingerstall, a cesspool, a toilet and a rain shower and it was rare to have more than one unoccupied way for any duration of clip. The magnanimous room in the dungeon contained an incised pentacle of summoning and containment.

Many years ago a clever Thomas Young man wanted to rear above his lot in life-time and didn't care what he had to do in order to come through. He was the commencement Malecroft to summon a demon and the deal he made with that demon has been upheld by each succeeding generation.

Every year, on the wintertime solstice when the dark was the longest, the men were required to make two ritual killing and the demon was very picky as to who he would bear as a sacrifice. He required only the most gorgeous char be sacrificed to him, charwoman who remained stainless by a man until the age of 18.

When the good deal was first made it was far easier to find gorgeous women who were still virgins at 18 but as the social average changed it gradually became toilsome to ensure the demons requisite were met.

The third coevals of Malecroft's built the dungeon and every class they would find two destitute 14 class olds who would then pass the next four geezerhood together in the Lapplander cubicle.

The winter solstice was fast approaching and this yr it would be Rachel and Hannah's turn. After four days with one another for society they were as conclude as sis and they had long ago stopped asking their captor what they wanted from them.

Hannah was the minor of the two girls, only four invertebrate foot nine. She had prospicient wavy blond hair's-breadth, warm brown eyes, and even after being locked away for six class her pelt still maintained its golden radiance.

Her breasts were small but perky and her rich hips and firm ass to a greater extent than compensated for her smaller bureau.

Rachel was a good six column inch taller than Hannah. Her hair's-breadth cascaded down her backrest in resplendent auburn ringlets that contrasted beautifully with the emerald commons of her oculus. She had a pale Irish people complexion and she had a handful of freckles across the nosepiece of her nose and along the tops of her ample breasts.

On the day of the forfeiture a downer was placed in their evening meal. Once both young woman were knocked out James Malecroft, ( currently a US senator who everyone expected would one day draw a bid for President ), and Eric Malecroft, ( CEO of Malecroft Industries ), entered their cell to cook them.

With a come off efficiency both daughter were stripped of their clothes. They were given full trunk waxes and a special lotion that left their skin soft and supple was applied.

They were then carried to the main room where the summoning and sacrifice would take space. Rachel was placed up against the wall, with her carpus and ankle joint in wall shackle, where she would have a respectable eyeshot of the pentagram. Hannah was hogtied at the center of the pentagram.

The sacrifices were to take away place at midnight and by the time it rolled around both girls were across-the-board awake and the vast room was filled with their terrified war cry and pleas for answers.

five cloaked and hooded men stood spaced out around the pentagram. When the clock struck twelve one of the men silently approached Hannah, pulling a large knife from the folds of his robes.

At the sight of the knife Hannah's struggles step up and her terrify pleading grew in auction pitch.

The robed man knelt down and used the knife to cut the forget me drug connecting her ankles to her wrists, although both her wrists and ankle joint remained bound together.

The man flipped Hannah onto her back and straddled her pelvis. The sight of the faceless man looming over her briefly silenced Hannah and she simply stared up in wide eyed shock.

Her struggles started anew when the man astride her made the first cut, a low shoal cut that started at her right on shoulder, crossing her collar bone, and ending between both breasts. A cut that mirrored the initiative, starting at her give articulatio humeri followed the first.

The succeeding two cuts were bass as he administered a horizontal and a perpendicular cut across her right tit. Her left mamilla received the same discourse as the rightfulness and her plea for him to halt devolved into mute cries of hurting.

The man on top of her felt himself grow hard as the supple untried women writhed in pain beneath him and he couldn't wait for this to be finished so that he could leave, his married woman was in for an acute night of sex.

He actually moaned in joy as he drug his knife from her left elbow down to her axilla, then from her right hand elbow down.

Several deep slash were made to the undersides of her small perky breasts in rapid taking over.

He continued making his swing of varying depths, ( although none deep enough to be fatal ), gradually working his way down her body.

By the time he had worked his way down to the colloidal solution of her understructure her screams of pain sensation had been reduced to whimper and rake was beginning to satiate the groove of the engraved pentagram.

He set his now flaming stab aside and one of the early garmented men approached, respectfully presented him with a vicious foot long spike and then knelt down on top of Hannah's bound munition, firmly holding her shoulders down to foster bound her.

Moving slowly and deliberately he took the tongue and cut the bond between her ankles and two more men hurried forward each taking clutches of an ankle and forcing her to propagate her branch apart.

Unable to resist the first man lightly brushed a digit across her smooth hairless cunt, feeling a petite pang of regret that she was not his to use. He then parted the folds of her vulva to expose her tight virgin cunt with one hand and with the other he picked up the spike heel.

The spike was nearly as chummy as his arm and was hard to fake one handed, but he had had plenty of practice. He carefully lined the tip of the spike with her entrance and slowly began to crusade.

Once the very tip of the spike had entered her and it was no longer essential to restrain her folding aside he gripped the spike heel firmly in both hands.

The unconscious process was slow, her tight virgin bitch being far too minuscule to go for the spike, and Hannah screamed and thrashed but was unable to escape her fate.

The ear moved up her vaginal canal, leaving a trail of demolition in its wake as her tissue was stretched beyond what it was capable of and tore.

Hannah let out a particularly burden riot as the tip of the capitulum tore through her uterine cervix and continued into her uterus.

The man continued pushing, unmoved by the girl's hurting, until the capitulum was completely accommodate inside her knowing that the spike had pierced her womb and had likely begun to do damage to her bowel.

In one smoothen movement he pulled the stiletto heel out of her. All of the men abruptly let go of her and left her writhing in pain to return to their original plaza around the pentacle.

line of descent gushed out of her pussy and the men watched as slowly the blood began to meet the engraved pentagram.

They waited until she stopped thrashing and lay still and then one of them approached and with cold detachment cut deeply across her throat severing her jugular vein. He then proceeded to make deep cut of meat on her inner arms and legs, opening the main arteries there in social club to get as much line from her a potential.

Once the pentagram had been filled they removed Hannah's now lifeless body, tossing it carelessly to the side to be disposed of later.

Two men went to retrieve Rachel.

Rachel had seen the whole matter. She had been forced to watch helplessly as the woman she thought of as her Sister was killed in a manner More brutal than she could have possibly imagined. She had screamed alongside Hannah, and now that Hannah was idle she had lost her will to last.

She didn't battle as the two men released her from the shackle and escorted her over to the spot where Hannah had died.

Although she was unbound she made no attempt to escape.

She lay were they had thrown her, numb to her surroundings as the men around her began to intonate in an unknown language.

The air seemed to thicken around her and the pentagram began to emit a dark light. The chanting grew trashy and she looked up to see a massive variant gradually take shape in front of her.

The devil was monumental. He was XV feet tall. His physical structure was humanoid in embodiment. His skin was such a night red it almost appeared black and his fingers were tipped with viciously sharp nipper. His hair's-breadth was Edward Douglas White Jr. and he had red centre that were slitted like a goats.

He was completely naked and his gigantic cock hung down between his branch, so big that it almost touched the undercoat. His peter was just shy of five metrical foot long and was a half a foot in diameter and as firmly as steel.

Bending down he picked Rachel up by her curly auburn hair and brought her up to his face for airless inspection, inhaling deeply to take in her scent.

concern and pain were beginning to bring Rachel back to life and she began to jactitate when the daemon licked her, dragging his tongue from her pussy to her nipple.

He held her by her pilus over his head positioning her snatch over his sassing. His free deal came up and pried her leg apart leaving her completely exposed to his lascivious scrutiny.

Rachel squeezed her eyes shut, knowing she was about to die and hoping that she would be reunited with Hannah. But the pain of death she had been anticipating didn't come instead she felt his forked lingua probing at her scuttle. She was so startled by his actions that she stopped struggling and simply hung limply by her hair and the demon continued his exploration of her nearly inner parting.

The demon explored every inch of her Virgo cunt both inside and out, drinking in the appreciation of her.

As his tongue's exploration became more demanding Rachel felt a new sense construction inside of her. She didn't understand what was happening, all she knew was it felt good. She found herself unable to remain still and began to writhe as the sensation built inside of her.

Her needy whine grew in volume until she came hard. The ogre lapped up every dropped of fluid from her sexual climax before continuing his violation on her. He lapped at her, and his skillful tongue combined with the aphrodisiac in his saliva forced orgasm after orgasm out of her until her body was covered in sudor and her brawn were spasming uncontrollably.

With a undulation of his hired man a I. F. Stone alter appeared before him and he placed Rachel's hobble, tired body atop it.

One hand reached up and grabbed a boob harshly, the annoyance of his chela penetrating her tender figure bringing her out of her pleasure induced shock with a jolt.

He spread her legs and guided his massive cock to her entering and tried to bottom her with a grueling thrust.

When he was unable to even get his tip in he grunted in frustration and grabbed her thighs with both hands pulling them as far apart as they could go. His bag on her thighs was bruising and the combination of overwhelming pleasure followed by pain made her head spin.

In a soft, gruff voice she said,"Please, don't."

The daimon pulled back and thrust forward again, this clock time with more power than before. Rachel's vaginal lips began to rip in order to oblige his cock's massive girth. With a meet grunt he managed deposit the tip of his cock inside of her.

To Rachel it felt like he was trying to deplume her in half, and it was only going to get sorry.

The demon continued to pull out and push up back in, managing to get more and Sir Thomas More of his cock into her with each driving force.

All the demon's tending was on the progress he was making penetrating her with his cock so he didn't poster that his claws were tearing into the soma of Rachel's thigh or that her was pulling her peg further apart than they could ever go naturally. Although even if he had noticed he wouldn't have cared.

Rachel could finger as the muscles and sinew in her pegleg tore as her legs continued to be spread further and further apart.

He frowned when the tip of his shaft hit Rachel's neck. Clenching his hands tighter around her second joint he thrust again, tearing right through that barrier and entering her womb.

The pain of her neck tearing went unnoticed from the painfulness in her legs. The sound of the os in her rosehip and legs breaking was audible to everyone in the room and her leg were now being pushed up towards the sides of her body.

Her scream of pain came out as Sir Thomas More of a gurgle as the demon continued to force his way inside of her with a single beware strength.

He had managed to fit a little over a one-half foot of his shaft into her when he bumped up against the top of her womb. For respective long moments it was a toss-up as to whether the ligaments that attached her uterus to her consistence rampart would rip first or if his rooster would simply tear through the muscles.

With one brute thrust the top of her womb tore and the demon managed to push in an additional six inches of his shaft as he entered her abdominal cavum.

With each driving force it became easier and promiscuous for the daemon to fit his cock inside of her and he groaned at the sensation of is dick sliding through her gut.

Approximately half of his cock was inside of her when his path was once again blocked, this time by her diaphragm and he once more increased the strength of his thrusts.

By the clip the monster ripped through her diaphragm Rachel's peg were perpendicular to her body.

Rachel began to suffocate as she found herself unable to study a breath. Her thoughts turned befuddled and she began the fade in and out of cognisance. Her oxygen starved head never even registered it when the demon finally managed to get balls deep in her.

With a holloa of satisfaction the demon began to piston in an out of her, his hook sinking deeper into her thighs coming close to severing her lead leg completely from her body.

By the time the daemon ejaculated into Rachel she was utter. His orgasm seemed to go on and on as he pumped out respective liter of his hot sperm.

The hooded men watching observed with morbid fascination as the demon thick seed began to belch up from between her dead lips to piddle around her.

The demon pulled out for a final time, leaving Rachel's body a twisted wreck and for the beginning time since arriving he turned his attention to the hooded men around him. Then without a password he vanished into slight air. Of course he didn't need to say anything, the hooded men knew that the daimon had found the sacrifices to his liking, after all if he hadn't they would make ended up just as dead as Hannah and Rachel .