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From: "Stephen Gray" <sgray113@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Cult of the Triangle 03 {S Gray} (MF mc cheat reluc preg)
Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 00:10:05 -0500
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Chapter Three:  Converting the Non-Believers

 It was Valentine's Day, and William had left work early to buy flowers for
Cathy.  She had taken the day off to relax and do some cleaning around the
house.  They had dinner reservations for this evening, but he wanted to stop
by early and surprise her with a bouquet of roses.

 As it turned out, he was the one who got the surprise.

 He didn't really pay any attention to the van that was parked across the
street.  He just figured his neighbors were moving some furniture or
something.  He unlocked the door and went in, and immediately heard the
sounds of a struggle upstairs.  He started to rush toward the staircase, but
something hit him from behind, and his world went dark.

 When he regained consciousness, he thought that he was having a nightmare.
He was in his bedroom, and his arms and legs had been securely fastened to
the armchair he was sitting on.  But he wasn't worried about his own
captivity, for the scene that appeared before him was enough to fill his
heart with cold dread.

 His girlfriend lay upon the bed, desperately thrashing against the men who
were holding her down.  There were at least a dozen strangers in the room,
and all of them wore dark robes that made them look like monks.  Two of them
held Cathy's arms, while another two had her legs pinned.  A fifth man
leaned over the struggling young woman, calmly slicing her shirt open with a
deadly-looking knife.

 "Get away from her!" William shouted, furiously struggling against his
bonds.

 Cathy turned her head toward him, her eyes wide with fear.  "William!  Help
me!"  She watched as he strained to break free of the thin rope that was
wrapped around him.

 "I'm afraid he won't be able to rescue you," said the man with the knife,
as he carefully slit her skirt open.  "In fact, no one will.  But don't
worry...soon, you won't want anyone to help you."  He parted her torn
fabric, revealing the lacey red bikini lingerie that William had bought for
her as a Christmas present.  "Very nice," said the man, staring
appreciatively at her exposed body.  William watched in horror he slid the
dagger between her breasts, cutting her bra open with a single upward
thrust.

 "What are you going to do to me?" asked Cathy, her voice trembling.

 "I would have thought that it was obvious, my dear," he said, deftly
snipping her crimson panties apart.  "We're going to pleasure you until you
can't think straight."

 "No, please...please don't rape me."

 The cultist smirked and shook his head.  "I don't know if I would call it
rape.  That would imply doing something against your will.  And although
you're not exactly a willing participant right now, I think we'll be able to
find ways to persuade you."  While he said this, he gently tapped his index
finger against her crotch.

 "Stop it, you bastard!" shouted William.  The man next to him leaned over
and punched him in the face, and for a moment his vision was clouded by a
fog of pain.

 The cultist turned to William.  "Every time you speak, you will receive
another blow.  It would be better if you simply sit there and remain
silent."  He turned back to the woman on the bed.  "If you behave well, we
might even allow you to have her back after we're done with her."  He slowly
tugged Cathy's bra away, revealing the smooth pale flesh of her luscious
breasts.  "If she still wants you, that is."

 The man reached down and placed his fingertip on Cathy's left nipple,
gently rubbing the tiny pink bud until it swelled and stiffened.  William
silently fumed as he watched his girlfriend's tits begin to poke up with
excitement.  He knew how much she enjoyed having her breasts fondled and
sucked, and he was worried that she would start to get turned on by what
this sinister man was doing to her.  When the stranger leaned down to kiss
her swollen tit, she squirmed and tried to evade his mouth.  But with her
arms held tight, there wasn't much she could do.  With a gasp, she felt his
lips clamp down upon her supple breast, and felt the first lick from his hot
wet tongue.  William's heart sank when he saw a blush spreading across her
face.  Her eyes closed, and her belly heaved as she began to breathe faster.
She was clearly responding to the tit-sucking, and her struggles slowly
began to subside.  Soon she was just lying there, silently allowing this
dark man to kiss and suckle her puffy nipples.  To William, the cultist
seemed like some sort of vampire, with his mouth locked onto his
girlfriend's breast.  He looked as though he was feeding upon her, and Cathy
didn't seem to mind it one bit.

 Like a spider, the man's hand began to creep down her belly, groping and
rubbing her flesh as it crawled closer and closer toward her crotch.  When
his fingers entered the coarse dark tangles of her pubic hair, Cathy
suddenly renewed her struggles, desperately trying to wriggle free from the
arms of her captors.  But they were as strong as they looked, and had no
problem restraining the young girl, no matter how hard she twisted and
writhed.  She eventually grew tired of her futile efforts and just lay there
as the stranger's hand latched onto her pussy.  His fingers began to slide
into the crack between her thighs, insistently massaging her furry groin.
William couldn't tell if she was panting from her exertions while trying to
escape, or from excitement at having her pussy rubbed and tickled.  He hoped
it wasn't the latter.

 After several minutes of sexual manipulation, the cultist rose to his feet
and moved to the foot of the bed.  He nodded to the men who were standing
there, and they promptly spread Cathy's legs apart.  She tried to kick at
her captors, but it was no use.  They were spreading her apart, leaving her
pussy wide open for whatever they were going to do next.  She watched in
horror as the stranger leaned down, his face moving toward her crotch.  "No,
don't..."  She started to protest, but interrupted herself with a gasp when
she felt his tongue make contact with her distended labia.  "Please, stop
that..."  She stared down at the face between her legs as his tongue began
to slither up and down her sensitive slit.  "You can't do this..."  But he
WAS doing it - he was eating her pussy, his tongue eagerly lapping at the
folds of her sex flesh like a thirsty dog drinking water from his dish.  And
although Cathy was telling him to stop, William could see that she was
fighting a losing battle.  Every time that tongue took another swipe at her
groin, she grew a little weaker.  It would be only a matter of time before
she succumbed to orgasm, whether she wanted to or not.

 While his tongue probed her pussy, the other cultists stepped forward and
opened their robes, showing their naked bodies to the helpless girl.  She
watched as they grabbed their swollen cocks and began to masturbate for her.
The bedroom was soon filled with the sounds of wet slapping flesh as the
young men pumped their saliva-coated dicks.  Cathy stared at those hard male
organs as if hypnotized, and William worried that the sight of all those
cocks would make her even hornier than she already was.  With her pussy
under attack, and with six or seven stiff dicks nearby, Cathy was a female
under siege.  William watched in despair as the cultists surrounded his
girlfriend, vigorously rubbing their throbbing erections while staring at
her sexy young body.

 One by one, the men began to orgasm.  She watched in horrified fascination
as white ribbons of sperm shot out of their engorged dicks and onto her
breasts and belly.  They just kept raining semen, pouring her full of all
the fluid that had been stored up in their testicles.  When they were done,
they reached down and began to smear their slimey cum all over her body.
There were hands massaging the smooth flesh of her stomach, hands caressing
the soft bulges of her breasts, hands upon her face and mouth, forcing her
to inhale the pungent odor of their male sex cream.

 While they fondled every inch of her body, the lead cultist continued his
oral assault on her pussy.  His tongue swirled expertly just inside her
cunt, digging wetly into her layers of flesh.  He was obviously doing a good
job, because Cathy soon began to moan, and the sound was like torture to
William.  These men were going to make his girlfriend cum, and there wasn't
a damned thing he could do about it.  It didn't seem to matter to her that
she had been going out with William for over a year now, and that they loved
each other.  All that mattered to her right now was that tongue sliding
against her pussy.  She didn't even notice William anymore; she just lay
there and made little whimpers as the sinister cultist worked on her sex.
Soon he began to flirt with her clit, poking the tip of his tongue against
her swollen little rosebud, making her moan even louder.  When his mouth
clamped down against her crotch, William assumed that he was sucking her
clit, because she suddenly gasped and began to make loud panting noises.
Then she let out a low, guttural groan, and William knew she was lost.  He
watched glumly as her body convulsed, her hips bucking against the face
between her thighs.  The cultist grabbed those hips and kept his mouth
locked onto her groin, relentlessly flicking his tongue against her sexual
epicenter.  Cathy arched her back, her mouth open in a continuous moan as
the orgasm flooded her senses.  When at last it was over, she collapsed upon
the bed with a dazed look on her pretty young face.

 "I think she's ready," said the man between her thighs.  One of the other
cultists approached Cathy and fastened a silver chain around her neck.

 She looked down at the triangular symbol above her cum-coated breasts.
"What's that?" she asked weakly.

 "That's the symbol of your new faith," said the leader.

 She looked at him in confusion.

 "You see, we're trying to convert you.  That's the whole point of this
little ceremony today.  In just a few minutes, you'll be one of us."

 Cathy shook her head.  "I don't understand...please, just leave me alone.
I don't want to be a part of this."

 "But you already are, my dear.  It's difficult to explain, but let's just
say that you've been chosen...and not by us."  He smiled at her bewildered
expression.  "Don't worry, you'll understand everything soon enough.
There's only one more thing we have to do in order to complete the process."
He pulled open his dark robe, revealing his large cock to her.  "We have to
get you pregnant."

 As soon as he said that last word, Cathy wrestled wildly against the men
who held her, while William desperately tried to free himself.
Unfortunately, neither of them was successful.  William watched in horror as
the men held his girlfriend down while their leader brought his stiff cock
closer and closer toward her unguarded pussy.  "Stop it, you bastards!"
William shouted, earning another punch in the face.  He almost blacked out -
and wished that he had, because that would have spared him from having to
watch as the cultist's dick nestled into Cathy's groin.  When that rigid
shaft began to sink inside her cunt, Cathy moaned in defeat.  This sinister
man was going to fuck her, and there wasn't anything she could do to stop
him.  "Please don't make me pregnant," she pleaded, staring up at the man
who was about to invade her pussy.  But there was no hint of mercy in the
cultist's face as he guided his cock into her womb.  Cathy looked over at
William as the penis slid deeper inside her, as if hoping that he would come
to her rescue.

 But then the cultist's hips began to rock back and forth, and his cock
began to slide in and out of her wet pussy.  Cathy kept her eyes on William,
but he could see that she was already starting to respond to the penis
moving inside her.  He saw her beautiful breasts rising and falling as her
breathing rate gradually increased, and noticed that the unholy medallion on
her chest had begun to glow with a faint red light.  The cultist was taking
his time with her, patiently sawing his thick organ in and out of her
pleasure hole with deep, slow thrusts.  He smiled down at his sexy young
victim as his steady cock rhythm slowly worked its erotic spell upon her.
Little by little, her willpower started to collapse, growing weaker with
every plunge of his powerful male organ.  She began to make soft gasping
sounds as he drilled her pussy, grudgingly signaling her pleasure at what he
was doing to her.  She was well aware that he was steering her toward
another mind-shattering orgasm, and part of her - a rapidly growing part -
was very much looking forward to it.

 William watched with dismay as the sinister man screwed his girlfriend.
Cathy was still staring at William, but her expression was now apologetic.
She didn't want William to see her enjoying another man's cock like this,
but she knew that she was rapidly losing control of herself, and that it
wouldn't be long before another orgasm was forced upon her.  For the next
minute or so, the only sound in the room was the horrible wet rhythm of that
cock sliding into her cunt, like an engine that was slowly heating her up.
Cathy soon began to moan softly as the stranger's penis squirmed into her,
penetrating her moist pussy again and again and again.  She was starting to
give in, and William could only watch in helpless dread as the evil cultist
continued to feed his swollen cock to the excited young girl.

 "She's enjoying this," said the cultist, who began to fuck her a little
faster.  "Your girlfriend is enjoying my cock."  He stared down at her
voluptuous breasts as they jiggled back in forth in response to his repeated
thrusts.  "Aren't you, my dear?"  Cathy looked up at him and shook her head,
but then moaned as his dick slithered inside her again.  "Your vagina is
quite wet," he purred, his thick organ sliding easily into her lubricated
snatch with a merciless pace that was driving her wild.  "Do you get this
wet when your boyfriend fucks you?"  Her moans were growing louder, and her
hips made tiny involuntary motions every time he plunged his meaty dick back
into her oozing groin.  "Or is it because you're enjoying the taste of a
forbidden cock?"  Cathy shook her head again, panting as he skewered her
pussy.  "You think of yourself as a virtuous girl, faithful to only one
man."  His rigid penis glistened with her love juice as he sank it back
inside her.  "But you're a young and beautiful female, thirsty for sex."
She moaned as he plowed into her again, burying his cock deep inside her hot
love tunnel.  "You shouldn't limit yourself to just one man."  He slid his
hands up and down her naked thighs while his penis wormed its way inside
her.  "You should have sex as often as you want...with whomever you want."
His cock plunged all the way inside her vagina, filling her up with hard,
hot meat.  "Starting with me..."

 "Cathy!"  William shouted, desperately trying to call his girlfriend back
from her descent into lust.  He braced himself for another glancing blow,
which the cultist interrupted.

 "No, leave him alone.  I want him to see this."  The cultist grabbed
Cathy's hips and began to fuck her much faster.  She began to whimper loudly
as the forbidden cock pounded in and out of her sopping-wet pussy.  Cathy
couldn't help herself; she was a female in heat, and the thick male organ
pushing in and out of her cunt was giving her body exactly what it wanted.
It wasn't long before she was staring eagerly up at the man who was fucking
her - a man she didn't even know.  A man who was going to make a baby in her
fertile womb.

 "Cathy...!  Please, you've got to fight him!"  But she didn't seem to hear
William anymore.  Her eyes were fixed on the naked man whose hips were
rocking between her thighs, filling her full of hard, delicious cock.
"Think about what he's doing to you!  You don't want to get pregnant!"  But
judging from the way she was moaning and smiling, Cathy didn't seem to care
that she was about to become fertilized.  The cock burrowing inside her
pussy had worked its spell on her lust-addled mind, and now she was speeding
on a one-way course toward an orgasmic abyss.  William watched in horror as
the cultist mercilessly drilled his swollen cock into her steamy pink twat,
reducing his girlfriend to a rutting female, writhing and moaning as he
fucked her into blissful oblivion.  Cathy let out a ragged moan, announcing
her body's surrender to the cock that had sexually invaded her.  Her
beautiful young body went rigid, and she gave a series of high-pitched moans
that pierced William's heart.  He watched despondently as her mind and body
roiled in wave after wave of erotic pleasure, heightened by the stiff penis
that was still sliding in and out of her spasming pussy.  All that William
could hear was the obscene, incessant sound, *schlock*, *schlock*,
*schlock*, as that pagan cock plunged in and out of his girlfriend's
cum-soaked vagina.

 And then came the moment that William had truly been dreading.  With a
final powerful lunge, the cultist shoved his thick phallus deep inside
Cathy's cunt and savagely grunted as his own orgasm arrived.  William
watched despondently as the man's penis injected her with its impregnating
cream.  While Cathy lay there and moaned, millions of sperm cells poured
into her womb and began to swim eagerly toward her helpless egg.  With just
a few spurts of semen, this horrible man had made William's girlfriend into
a mother.

 For a moment, the room was silent.  Cathy's face took on a bewildered
expression, as if she was trying to understand what was happening to her.
The look of confusion soon faded, to be replaced by a lustful smile that
filled William with dread.  The cultist smiled back at her, and the two of
them seemed to share some sort of silent understanding.  The stranger leaned
down to kiss on her on the mouth - a kiss that she eagerly returned.  The
men released her arms and legs, and she immediately embraced her new lover
as their kiss became more passionate.

 When they finally released each other, Cathy glanced over at William.  "I
want him to be next," she said.  She got up off the bed and walked toward
him, her beautiful young body glistening with sweat and cum.  "I want him to
join us."  She straddled William's legs and nudged her supple breasts
against his face.  "I want him to suck me, and then fuck me."

 "Cathy...you're crazy...I'm not going to..."  His words were cut off when
she abruptly leaned forward, pushing her breast against his mouth.  He
muffled a few more words and tried to push her away, but she grabbed his
head and kept it pressed against her bosom.  She held him there for a few
seconds, patiently waiting for his instinctive reaction to her female flesh.
Sure enough, she soon felt his hot tongue probing her breast, tentatively
licking her swollen nipple.  The licking soon turned into full-fledged
sucking, and Cathy smiled as her boyfriend feasted upon her succulent
mammary.

 With the aid of the dark-robed cultists, William soon found that he was the
one lying naked on the bed, his arms and legs held tight as his beautiful
girlfriend bounced wildly up and down upon his rigid cock.  They had
corrupted her, transformed her into some sort of wanton sex fiend, and now
she was doing the same thing to him.  It terrified him...and yet, it also
excited him.  He knew he was in danger of losing his mind - maybe even his
soul - but this knowledge only heightened his arousal.  Her pussy felt gooey
and warm as it descended upon his throbbing organ.  Her breasts wobbled
erotically, and she ran her fingers through her hair as she writhed on top
of him.  The beauty of her naked body was absolutely intoxicating, and he
was utterly helpless to resist her.  Her buttery cunt just kept enveloping
his penis with its delicious warmth, and he could feel his cock getting
ready to explode.  It only took a few more pussy thrusts before his pulsing
dick began to fire its sperm-laden jizm up into her womb.  She smiled
triumphantly as his cock bathed her pussy with wave after wave of sticky
male sex cream, and she kept riding him through his orgasm, her sweet vagina
squeezing and milking his cock until she achieved her own climax.

 As her hot pussy juice surged out around his cock and trickled down his
groin, William's suddenly became aware of a foreign presence in his
thoughts.  While he had been caught up in his own sexual release, something
sinister had somehow slipped into his pleasure-drugged mind, and was now
making unwanted changes.  He shook his head and tried to clear his thoughts,
but it was no use.  His mind was rapidly filling up with obscene, lustful
desires, and he was helpless to prevent it.

 A moment later, William's transformation was complete.  He smiled up at
Cathy and pulled her down on top of him, wrapping his arms around her sexy
young body as he kissed her lips.

 The lead cultist smiled as he watched the young couple kiss and fondle each
other.  "There, now was that so bad?"


(to be continued...)


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