Last night i could not sleep. No. Became too anxious. Too curious i may say, about all those tips and gossips i've heard... they made my pussy moisten... I had waited too long for this. The night had come. I was there, so where a few sisters... and her, The Mother... of course.

So flawless... and mighty in her dark silk and leather habit. Untouchable... there...

And then, there was the flesh... several slaves, caged and reduced to their nudity, panting... sweating... bare naked sexual animals as The Mother just declared in the first chants.

I doubted they would ever behave like that. But with high hopes i had provided the info to get two of them. But no, they where no longer my half-brother nor my coworker, they had all been tricked by the seductiveness of The Mother herself to come to this place, to be reduced as slaves. Willingly....

Standing there in my single piece dress of black cloth i could see it all. The black stone altar, the dark spot in the middle, the black granite gargoyles surrounding it, The Mother, her glorious beauty caught by the soft breeze of midnight. A single pull and it was all exposed. Her smooth female genitals, so mighty and pure at sight. Her alabaster breasts, free and careless, round and voluptuous... Oh Mother! freeing a powerfull invisible spell that made our young maiden pussies tingle with admiration and desire.

We had all been trained in the arts. Yes, but she called me.

"Miss Candrah, its time." she said.

I was to make the choice and i knew who i wanted. It was my personal vengeance as well as my delirious and perverted attack against my father's so thorough family plans. I was to enjoy watching the destruction of his stupid virile pride, of that only object of fatherly love...

"This male! This animal! i know he is ripe my dear Madame."

Five sisters inmediately went to the old rusty cage and pulled the young filthy male creature out. His lovely blond hair undone, stained with mud and rust. His neck and limbs chained in such lovely skin tearing way... I was wickedly delighted as my sisters took him by the chains and placed him near the altar. They made his poor teenage knees bleed as he was roughly forced to kneel in front of The Mother.

I stepped slowly watching her cold smile widen. It was done now, there was no turning back... and the inevitable wickedness of such fact made my insides twist in pure pleasure.

Silently, The Mother dug two of her long black nailed fingers inside her glorious vagina. Then, so gently and invitingly, smeared his nose just to be quickly slurped by his craving tongue and mouth.

Laughing at loud she just said...

"Lost... you see... these lower animals are, to the scent!!!"

Sisters hands flew over his now proudly standing penis and testicles. In a flash they were tight bound and the glans properly exposed. Our Mothers face transfixed as she screamed out loud in laughter. The wind blew stronger and heavier now. My heart raced, the wetness of my sex falling heavily to my lower legs. I could only watch in expectation.

His breath had quickened as The Mother pushed her cursed vulva against his helpless nose and mouth repeatedly. And yes, the effect on the poor young man was inevitable. As driven by a primal instinct to mate he stood in single motion. My sisters could not hold such heavy chains no longer and he moved forward, panting, almost unconscious, towards The Mother, now firmly set straight above the dark hole in the middle of the altar.

It was time. And he just couldnt notice. How could he? Poor dumb creature, so badly programmed by nature. He just aimed his bloated shaft against her pussy. A cold-bright glare caught our sights as the silver metal clitoris made its way down... to the root. Such sight in did... Jets of deep red blood escaped as the thing went through and sliced the vulnerable flesh of his shaft. And although the pain must have been horrible for him, still he tried to force himself pushing in and out of The Mothers wicked cavity.

And my orgasms rained, cascaded, inmediately.... Watching that virgin mushroom shaped glans beeing sliced once, then twice and then multiple times by her long sharp metallic clitoris. My womb convulsed to the point i had to be held by my sisters. His screams where horrible, almost unhuman but yet he kept on humping against her, lost in an automatic motion we all laughed at.

There, humping with a bleeding flower-like sliced cock was my half-brother. Crying and screaming in extasis. In no time the torrent of virgin male blood got deep inside the hole that desacrated our altar...

So many, and such horrible, disgusting limbs of that putrid spiked plant arose from the depths as summoned by some evil need to feed. And by his vulnerable gonads he was pulled down until laying flat against the hole. The traction of the spikes on his bare flesh made me faint inmediately since it was such a bloody show.

Now i wonder, how would father feel now... looking at the eroded front of his inheritance, just that big piece of barren muscular flesh that i see now. Perfectly alive and sleeping yes... but here, at my feet, as our mentor, so rejoiced, explains the facts of the past ritual to the older members of the Forbidden Sisterhood...

Since this is an adapted story submitted by a fellow Mistress, comments welcome to kathycba43 AT hotmail.com. Merci.

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