How It All Began (Conclusion)

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The two women laughed together and suddenly whatever this was, this thing inside him began causing him great internal pain. It seemed to be ripping at his musculature, attacking his organs, especially his stomach. He felt sure he was going to throw up as he fell to his knees. The women's laughter grew louder and they walked over to him, their high heels clacking sharply on the marble floor. Even through the intense pain, that sound caused him another extraordinary feeling of arousal. They clopped right over in front of him and stood over his now prostrate form. He clutched his stomach from a more or less fetal position and looked up at the mind-boggling forms of the women's ungodly legs towering up above him. Somehow, he actually whimpered. It was unthinkable that he was becoming excited again with this force, this energy, this excruciating pain basically shredding his guts from within. Then Mistress Sharona stepped over his body and stood with her legs on either side of his head and glared down at him with her beaming, black, jeweled eyes. As he looked helplessly up at those huge towers of leg, the stockings leading so far upward to those plump, milky thighs and then the black lace panties knifing between them and spreading onto the vast expanse of her glorious ass, the feelings within him began to change abruptly. The pain seemed to be easing as quickly and evenly as it had come upon him. His cock was now standing again at rapt attention, leaking light streams of his precious fluid in synch with his heartbeat.

Mistress Sharona smiled down upon him, those black eyes now hypnotizing him, or so it seemed. The feeling inside was now turning from what he was sure was death to something completely other; something powerful, something dark and mysterious...something infinitely desirable.
‘Go ahead,' said Mistress Sharona. With that, Mistress Monica dropped down on his stiffened cock and began to fuck him hard. Smooth; Rhythmical. Her own black demon's eyes bored in upon him. He kept looking up at Mistress Sharona's crotch as she fucked him and was quickly on the verge of another explosion. Then Mistress Monica jumped off and crawled back to admire his throbbing manhood up close. She watched gleefully as the pre-cum oozed out, helping it along by rubbing it up and down on the shaft, careful not to let him blow just yet. Then, she took him into her mouth, joyfully slurping down his fluid and expertly bringing him to climax.
‘Oh God, Oh God!' he screamed. ‘Shit! Somebody help me!'
The women both got a good laugh at that as the cum that Mistress Monica hadn't swallowed dripped down off her lower lip onto his stomach. She then returned to a standing position over the boy and the two seemed to be observing him anxiously. Meanwhile, as the intensity of the second orgasm began to recede, the strange feeling inside the boy continued to intensify. The women smiled, looked at each other approvingly, and then turned to go toward the doorway. Even at this moment, the boy continued to ogle Mistress Sharona's ass as she walked away, exhilarated as ever at the sight of it.

He sat up and looked around the room again. He looked down at his body, trying to see if it looked any different with regard to how different he felt. As the women reached the doorway, the strange man in black had returned and stood with them, and the three began talking in low tones to one another. He went to stand up but before he could make the effort he rose to his feet as if lifted by some invisible power. He felt changed; strong and confident, as if he were a completely new person. Was it just the sex? No. That didn't explain the mystical transformations of the women. Whatever had happened here, the three of them had caused it and he intended now to find out what it was.
As he approached the doorway, his cock still only semi-limp, the three smiled at him. The boy noticed then that the man did not have the black eyes, but looked like a normal, if quite intense, man of 50-something.
‘Take him to the guest room and get him some clothes,' he said softly.
The women each took an arm and led him down the hallway of what was an enormous and beautiful mansion. He kept asking what was happening, where he was, etc, but Mistress Sharona told him to shut up and that he would know all soon enough.

They took him into an elegant bedroom, styled in a surprisingly modern motif considering the more Victorian feel of the hallway area. From a large walk-in closet Mistress Monica brought out a hanger that held a black shirt with red trim and a pair of shiny black pants.
‘Put these on,' she said.
Next, Mistress Sharona brought out a pair of black leather knee-high boots. He continued asking questions, but the women simply would not acknowledge them. ‘You're about to find out,' Mistress Sharona said. ‘Now for the last time, shut your fucking trap!' When he had donned the shirt and pants, Mistress Sharona knelt down and laced up the boots for him. He felt amazing, like some young super hero. He felt empowered, strong, ready in some fashion to take his rightful place in the world.
‘Come on,' said Mistress Sharona. ‘They're waiting for us.'

The women led him down the stairs, across a large sitting room, and down another long hallway until they arrived at a room that was similar in style to the first room with the altar, but considerably larger and better lit. At the far side was an impressive dais, again adorned with all manner of ritual objects. At center stage was a silver throne of quite modern design; simple geometric shapes and angled lines. Behind the dais hung a massive and beautiful pentacle with an exceptionally rendered satanic goat's head in the center. It was an image of such power that you would have sworn the devil himself was looking through the star upon the proceedings. The boy was taken on stage and was seated on the silver throne. As Mistresses Sharona and Monica stood at his sides, the strange man entered from behind the dais and stood facing the boy, smiling eerily. He recited some sort of invocation in that strange language, then bowed submissively and backed away as another beautiful woman made her way to the dais from the opposite side wing. She was a big woman, and gorgeous beyond compare. Her long, jet-black hair was adorned with a crown from which protruded two sharp horns. She was bedecked in all manner of ostentatious jewelry; multiple necklaces, armbands, rings, bracelets and earrings. She wore no top and her breasts were gigantic but perfectly firm. Around her waist was a black garter belt and below that a delicious black thong bottom and the obligatory black nylons with 5-inch black high heels, pencil-thin and tapered to sharp points. The boy was becoming horny all over again as he stared in awe at this extraordinary woman.

As it turned out, the woman was the High Priestess of a Satanic coven of witches. Mistress Sharona, his very own ‘Mrs. Cooper' was a Minor Priestess as was Mistress Monica and their ongoing missions in life were to continue bringing young people into the fold. The boy's continual staring at Mrs. Cooper's legs, of which she was fully aware from the beginning, was the sign of an incorrigible fleshly appetite and orientation and Mrs. Cooper had already brought a few such lads into the group in just this way. More than one had had his cherry popped in the same way as well. The boy sat in amazement as the High Priestess led an elaborate ceremony in which he became a full-fledged initiate in the Realm of Satan, a soul possessed. She said that he would live forever after in the realization that he was legitimately inhabited by an underworld spirit. She explained that the spirit called himself ‘Marduk' and went on to give a considerably detailed account of Marduk's origins and his mission in the world today. When she had finished speaking, the High Priestess ordered the boy to her private chambers where she, too, fucked him until his brains ran out his ears. Quite a day in the life of the young novice.

Further details regarding Marduk's earthly adventures shall be related to you progressively in upcoming entries in this wicked and perverse little sex diary. For yes, it may now be revealed at last that it is indeed I, your faithful narrator, whose story has been told here. My parents named me Jamie Brett, and while I will continue on with that name and in that body, in many ways still living that life, I have also been transformed into an entirely 'other' being. From now until eternity I shall experience the world as a demigod, both human and divine. For you see, during my very first orgasm, Mistress Sharona channeled the ancient spirit of Marduk into my soul, and so it may rightly be said that he and I are the same. We are as one. Marduk is a very old demon, from the early Babylonian Empire and has been at the left hand of Satan himself for thousands of years now. He--that is, I--am the most sensual of entities, and am considered a Bon Vivant Extraordinaire in worldly circles; that is, I will be after a bit more maturation. I shall have an endless appetite for sex as well as for all the other good things in life, and have chosen this forum to relate my delightfully lustful experiences to the world at large. Now that you know ‘How it all Began,' I hope you will stay with me as I regale you with the accounts of my larger-than-life exploits. Rest assured they are, without exception, deliciously sinful! Yours Forever, Marduk