"An Angel for Satan"
Together we knelt at the altar; the priest's words filled the
small church; the congregation of our friends and family were all
there to wish us a wonderful married live together..
I couldn't take my eyes from my darling Margie's smiling face; she
looked so beautiful; such a lovely, pure and innocent thing, and
about to become my wife.
Now we were one together - man and wife.
The fairytale continued - dancing, laughing, kissing and
throughout everything a pure, wonderful love for each other.
More laughter and joy and kisses as we drove from the reception
amid the wishes of our friends and loved ones.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It was just two months since my marriage and I was disturbed that
I had that old feeling coming back. I'd thought that my marriage
would put and end to all of that. I hesitated just a moment and
then excitedly walked from my car and into the men's toilet block.
Look at the glory hole in the wall. There's someone in the next
cubicle. Stroke my cock; let him see me. Ah! Here comes his cock
through the hole. Mmmmmm, it is so good to suck!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Life was so good. Married just six months, and my wife was so
sweet and angelic, so pure and so loving. It seemed strange that I
needed to do this other thing. My sex life with Margie was so good
and yet I couldn't help myself. I now had several men whom I met
regularly for mutual sucking and fucking. I slipped into the
toilet and entered the cubicle. Good! Here was my friend waiting.
I quickly slipping into the cubicle with him and in a moment I was
down and sucking his cock.
Tony grinned down at me and then bending closer he whispered, "I
saw you with your wife the other day. Shit! I'd love to fuck that
lovely little slut".
I was stunned! I was shocked! I was outraged! I threatened and
abused him as I pushed my way out of the door.
I got into the car; how could he think to speak of my beautiful
innocent wife in such a way.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The day was nearly over. I'd gradually forgotten the disgust I'd
felt when Tony had spoken of my wife in that way.
I lay back on the bed. Margie came back into the room and I
thrilled at the sight of her in the sexy little baby-doll nightie
that she now wore.
Suddenly Tony's words came back to me - "I'd love to fuck the
lovely little slut".
I was disgusted with myself for remembering. I tried to shut the
thoughts out of my mind.
Margie leaned over and kissed me. My hands slipped under her
nightie and found her small, firm breasts.
Again the thought of Tony came involuntarily and unwanted into my
mind. I was disgusted. The fact that I kept remembering him and
what he had said seemed to degrade my lovely, innocent wife in
some way. I angrily put the thought from my head.
I eased Marg's nightie up over her tits and up around her
shoulders. She is so beautiful and so pure and lovely I thought to
myself. Off with her panties and I was between her naked thighs
and locating my hard cock into her wet and slippery cunt.
I suddenly found myself thinking of how Tony had told me that he
would love to fuck her in this very way.
I kept consciously putting the thought out of my mind, but just as
soon as I did so, the thought would unconsciously come back to me.
I soon found myself quite wantonly thinking of Tony fucking Margie
as I was fucking her. I realised that I was finding a perverted
excitement in the thought of him fucking my lovely, darling wife.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Tony had been somewhat surprised when, the next time that we met,
I had excitedly asked if he'd seen my wife again. The last time I
had left him, it was with abuse, and now I was encouraging him to
talk degradingly about Margie.
We discussed her in detail, and I described everything that I did
to her in the marriage bed.
Things moved rapidly after that. It was only a matter of weeks
later that Tony, full of enthusiasm, had suggested showing porno
magazines to Marg in an attempt to corrupt her morals; he now
handed me several of these for the purpose, and then asked "do you
think you'd be able to get any porno photos of the slut, if I
loaned you my Polaroid".
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I'd hesitated and hesitated before showing Marg the porno
magazines. With her strict Catholic upbringing I was uncertain as
to how she would take to them. Finally, urged on by my lust, I
took the plunge and told her that I'd brought home some porno that
had been doing the rounds at work. She took to them in a fashion
that could only be described as lustful. I was thrilled with her
response.
Perhaps it was the years of indoctrination by the nuns, which was
now misfiring and having a reverse affect on her. What ever it
was, the fact remains that Margie was, not only thrilled and
excited by them, but was very definitely sexually stimulated into
doing a great many of the things that she saw in the lewd and
obscene pictures.
"How would you like to suck him", I ventured one night as she
looked through one of the magazines.
Marg giggled and I was encouraged to go further; "how would you
like to be in that position with him up you like that".
More giggles.
"I'd like to see you sucking on someone else while I was fucking
you" I told her.
Margie's response showed me that I'd found the line that marked
her limits. She was happy to talk about it but she wouldn't
actually do it.
Well we'd have to work on that and see if we couldn't move that
demarcation line.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It wasn't as easy to get Marg to pose for the photos as it had
been to introduce her to the porno magazines, but nevertheless, I
eventually got some good ones of her with spread legs and gaping
cunt. The photos thrilled Tony. I think it showed him that I was
serious in my aim to degrade my wife, and that I really would do
what ever it took to set Margie up for him get to fuck her.
The first thing was for the two of them to meet and become
friends. We soon had that arranged, and before long, Tony was a
regular visitor at our house.
I soon told Marg that it was Tony who supplied the porno to us.
The next step, which we soon achieved, was for us to start handing
the porno magazines back and forth in Marg's presence.
Next was to get Marg and Tony to be the ones to handle the porno
swapping; this was easily achieved by the simple method of me
working on the car and having greasy hands when Tony came for the
magazines. I simply called to Marg to get the magazines for Tony,
and after a brief hesitation she went and brought them out to him.
"Did you like that lot", he asked her with a grin.
Margie flushed red with embarrassment but answered with a giggle
that she did.
On a few subsequent occasions when Tony came to pick up his
magazines, I would ask Marg to get them for him, and soon she
started to go and get them for him without any prompting.
We let her get used to this small step before Tony, when receiving
the magazines back, started to say to her things such as, "I'll
show you the pic I really like", and proceed to flip through the
magazine to a particularly obscene or explicit picture of a girl
with two or three guys fucking her mouth, or cunt, or ass, or
perhaps all three. "What must a girl feel like with that happening
to her", Tony would say, and Margie would always blush red.
Our next step was to get the three of us watching porno videos
together. We achieved this by Tony coming one night with a video,
which he said he had to return straight away. At first Marg didn't
want to watch with us, but with just a little coaxing she joined
us for the viewing.
Soon, watching porno videos as a threesome became a common
occurrence. It was during these porno-viewing sessions that I
began to try to touch up Marg while Tony was there with us. She
strenuously resisted until finally I one night got her to slip her
hand into my pocket and hold onto my rock hard cock through the
pocket lining. I caused her great embarrassment by telling Tony of
that fact, after the video was finished.
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"I really don't know how you two can just sit there and watch all
of this sexy stuff without being all over each other", Tony
commented.
The next time we sat down to watch porno, Tony set things up
nicely by again saying something similar. It seemed to be all that
Margie needed because this time she let me touch her tits while
she slid her hand down the front of my loosened pants and onto my
raging hard cock.
"Why don't you suck me?" I whispered loudly after the video had
progressed a little way.
"Shush"! Marg giggled in embarrassment.
"Are you too embarrassed with me here", Tony laughed, and he got
up and dragged his chair forward and on an angle so that we were
behind him and he couldn't see.
"There you are", he laughed as he sat down once more, "you can go
to town now".
I unzipped my pants and let my cock out. Margie's mouth was down
over it in a moment.
"Ah, that did the trick Tony", I laughed.
Tony twisted around to look but Marg was so busy sucking that she
didn't notice, and when she finally did see that he was watching
us, she just went on lovingly sucking my cock slowly up and down
its length.
"Mmmm, you look so sexy Margie", Tony said as he got up and sat on
the arm of the chair to watch us.
Margie glanced at him a couple of times but went on sucking,
seemingly quite happy for him to watch her.
Tony unzipped his pants and in a moment was slowly stroking his
huge hard cock. Margie now, rather than just glance at him, was
watching him continually as she continued sucking on my cock.
"Oooo, hang on", I moaned, "I'll fill your mouth if you keep that
up".
"That's what you usually do", Marg giggled as she sat up.
"You can suck Tony for a while if you want to", I said, feeling my
throat going funny with the incredible lusting excitement that I
was feeling.
She turned to Tony as if to ask if he wanted that too. Nothing was
said as their eyes met, and the next thing Margie was sucking
Tony's fabulous cock right into her mouth.
At last! This was it!
I stripped Marg's blouse and bra off as she sucked on Tony's cock.
She automatically moved her arms to assist. Now her skirt and
panties. Ah! Here was my wife stark naked for us, and so obviously
ready for us to use and fuck.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It was only a matter of weeks since that first threesome session
with Tony but I could already see that I was no longer the one in
control. It was Tony who made all the running now. It was he who
told Margie what to do, and it was he who continually introduced
Margie to ever more perverse practises.
In just three short weeks he had introduced anal fucking, the use
of dildos, bondage, and even pissing.
I could see that Tony wanted my wife to be a total slut and a
harlot, and Margie had so far responded to everything suggested.
Even on the night that we took her, looking like a prostitute, and
showed her off like a whore, she hadn't complained. In fact, far
from complaining, she had loved doing it. Of course I made no
complaint either; I loved what was happening to my wife and my
marriage.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
At first, Margie treated the whippings as a bit of fun; "I
probably won't be able too take much" she had laughed. But the
beatings had rapidly become serious and I'd been amazed at the way
Margie had responded by becoming a willing participant.
During the first few whippings, Marg had endured as much as she
could, but called for frequent rests before then giving Tony the
go-ahead to continue. After those first couple of times, quite
rapidly in fact, Marg had dispensed with those short breaks and
had just clenched her teeth and taken more and more of the
terrible lashings that Tony so eagerly gave her.
I'd felt embarrassed by Margie's anguished gasps and screams, and
embarrassed at letting the whippings go ahead; after all I was
supposed to protect and look after my wife; but, on the couple of
times that I felt that things were getting out of hand and I'd
tried to intervene, it had been Margie herself who had told me to
let the whipping continue.
Tony made no secret whatsoever about his love of hurting and
degrading Margie; he laughed at her screams and the fiery, red
welts that the whip left across her soft, pale flesh thrilled him.
"Expect no mercy from me", he had laughed, "I'll keep hurting you
as long as you can take it".
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Margie hung suspended by the ropes; she had regained consciousness
now that the whipping had ceased. Tony's lust had really taken
charge this time but I'd made no attempt to stop him in his
frenzied cruelty, and now, as a result, Marg's body was red and
lacerated and bleeding all over.
"Have you got any salt, or chilli powder, or anything that would
sting in her wounds", Tony casually asked. I went to the kitchen
and brought both back to him. Marg was soon screaming and howling
with this new pain, and we sat back smiling as we watched her
writhing on the end of her supporting ropes.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I stood astride Margie's body as I held her legs high in the air
and wide apart. Tony's clenched fists simultaneously pulled out of
Marg's greasy cunt and ass with loud slurping sounds. Margie
groaned softly and smiled up at me.
"I've met an interesting guy on the internet", Tony said as he
again forced his fist into Marg's ass, "he's a Satanist and is
wanting to do the sorts of things that we do with Margie, but to
do it as an offering on a Satanic altar".
"Fuck"! I exclaimed. "Sounds like a bit of a weirdo".
"I told him all about you and Margie", Tony continued as he slowly
worked his forearm up into my wife's anal passage. "He says that
Margie, being a Catholic and married, would be his ideal,
especially if you were involved as her husband".
I felt a shiver of excitement but was that really taking things
too far.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
This was bizarre! John had wanted to know every detail about my
marriage. He'd been thrilled to hear of Margie's strict Catholic
upbringing, and about her pure innocence that had been well and
truly destroyed by Tony and myself.
I had sent him a scanned copy of our marriage certificate. He was
thrilled to find out that our marriage had involved a full Nuptial
Mass, and he had responded by sending back a certificate of his
own making in which he asked me to vow to allow him to "perform
the most disgusting, repulsive, and humiliating sex acts on my
wife"; to allow her to be "subjected to the sickest, most depraved
perversions imaginable", and to allow her to be "brutalized with
the most extreme and evil, Satanic torture". He called on me to
"renounce all vows taken at God's altar", and to replace my vows
to "love, cherish and honour" with vows to "dishonour, desecrate
and defile my wife with the grossest indecencies and abuse".
I'd felt incredibly excited as I'd read through it. I logged onto
my email: wife_for_sadism@hotmail.com, I hesitated for just a
moment and then "signed" his document and clicked on the send
button. We met John at the airport. I'm not sure what I expected
but he certainly didn't look anything to stand out as having these
weird and queer ideas.
His house too, had not looked anything out of the ordinary but one
look in the basement! Black walls, black ceiling, black carpet. I
was sure that the altar was real marble under the black stain.
Look at those crucifixes! He must have got them from churches; but
look at how he'd disfigured them for his Satanic Chapel!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I realize that John had held back during those first few weeks,
but now the whole scope was apparent. John wasn't just a lone
figure in this; he was a part of a network of men forming a
netherworld of weird Satanic practise.
Taken to many of these Satanic Chapels! Fucked! Abused! Tortured!
I knew that my darling wife would never again return home with me.
The brief span of life remaining to her would alternate between
unimaginable lusts and unimaginable agonies. Soon she must surely
lose her mind; even then these men will keep using her "vegetable
body" until that too gives up the ghost. Maybe even then their
perversions will only stop when her body becomes an abomination.
Ah! Margie! I remember how pure and beautiful you were as we knelt
at that more pure altar.
- The End -
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