Calvin Mason - Gang bang sisters

The chalice was passed around the circle. And Tom began to sense that the group was beginning to act a little strange. Perhaps a little drunk, he thought. He felt a little drunk himself.

Then without warning, Margaret Leche stepped to the center of the circle and said, "Jay Schmidtline, come up here."

Jay sauntered up to her. She ordered him to kneel. He obeyed. Then she pulled his robe up to expose his fat buttocks, straddled his waist as though to ride a horse backward, and began paddling his rump with a ping-pong paddle she had hidden under her robe.

Tom just watched, amused and feeling slightly helpless. With each sound of the paddle smacking on flabby ass-flesh, Jay gave out a howl of laughter. Soon they were all laughing with the exception of Margaret, who seemed to get more serious with each smack, gritting her teeth and frowning with a determination to do or accomplish something. And Jay laughed louder with each stinging blow to his reddening posterior.

Suddenly Tom gulped so loud and his expression changed so quickly that even Margaret halted her gratifying exercise and stared at him. For a moment Tom thought he was going to faint. There on the wall, larger than before, and definitely the outline of a man, was the red glow, smiling at him with devilish eyes!

Everyone turned to witness the phenomenon on the back wall, but no one made a sound. For some strange reason, they all felt odd, lightheaded perhaps, but terribly aware of their surroundings. They just stared at the waving image. Its mouth was moving, as if it were trying to talk, but nothing came out. The congregation stood motionless, with only Tom visibly trembling.

"Tommm… Dunnnn," the image whispered in a spooky voice. "You have… done a fine job… and you will be rewarded."

Tom felt for sure he was going to pass out now. His knees were beginning to buckle and he was having difficulty breathing.

"Have… no… fear… my children," the voice continued. "No harm will come to you… if you do as I say." Then it laughed in a sinister, blood-curdling tone.

Tom recovered slightly and tried desperately to focus his attention on the voice, to distinguish any flaws in the sound that may give him a clue to who or how it was being done. But his mind just didn't seem to be his own. He listened, straining for the smallest inkling of who the prankster might be.

"There is no need to be afraid," the voice said. "Your parties shall continue as before… only I will visit you from time to time to collect on my investment in you, since I have made all the pleasures possible. So listen carefully and do as I say: Katherine Krauss, go to the end of the table and stand with your legs spread apart." Kay did as the voice said, moving quickly and not taking a minute to think about the order.

"Now I want the two Schmidtline brothers to tie her legs to the legs of the table."

Hans and Jay too jumped to obey the command. "Now strap her arms to the legs at the other end."

They pulled Kay face dawn on the table and strapped her by the wrists to the far end of the table.

"Blindfold her… and everyone leave the room. Go to the kitchen and don't return until I ring the bell three times."

Jay blindfolded Kay as the others quickly left the room. Only Tom waited until Jay was finished and left with him, contemplating a scheme to leave the door open a crack and peek in.

"Tommm…" the voice spoke, just as Tom was going through the door… "disobeying Satan means certain death and it's not a pleasant death… I assure you."

Tom closed the door and almost ran through the next room to the kitchen and closed that door too.

"What are we going to do?" Charles was saying, almost in tears.

"What can we do?" Margaret Leche said. "He'll punish us if we disobey him."

Stella started whimpering and some of the other girls joined her, putting their arms around each other and crying openly. For the most part the men stood with blank, frightened expressions and said nothing. Only Tom moved, pacing the room, trying to figure out what to do.

In the store, Kay Krauss felt a cold draft blow over her naked body and she began to cry. Her head was groggy, but not enough to let her forget she was in some kind of danger. Then without warning something locked over her mouth and she was gagged so tightly it hurt. Her screams were just muffled little sounds.

An ice-cold hand touched her ass and chills ran through her body. Mother cold hand on her warm ass-flesh, spreading the globes apart. She strained at the straps that held her down, but they only bit her flesh without giving an inch.

She felt something touch the entrance of her cunt and she instinctively tried to pull away from it, but couldn't. It slid slowly between the lips of her vagina, up into her exposed, unprotected cunt. A warm, familiar object. Even in her state of fear and unclear head she recognized the feel and shape of a man's cock entering her tight pleasure cove. It sank into her until she felt the hairs around it tickle her ass before pressing tight against her buttocks.

Kay had a hundred thoughts flash through her mind, but the most satisfying was one that told her it was a practical joke Tom had concocted and was now playing on her. She relaxed a little and felt the throbbing meat pump in and out, gaining momentum in that familiar way just before the discharge of gratifying juice on the walls of her insides. She moved to meet the thrusts of the penetrating lance and felt the cream shooting into her, firing its venom in spurts, then the two hands squeezed her buttocks tight together and the spear slowly withdrew, still hard, leaving her in a state of building excitement, but unsatisfied.

The hands disappeared. There wasn't a sound in the room. Then that cold blast of air swept over her again. Moments later she heard the little brass bell ring three times, a door opened and people were rushing into the room.

"Are you all right?" Tom Dunn was saying as he removed the gag and blindfold. Someone else was untying her arms and legs and she was quickly free. Tom helped her to a sitting position and asked again if she was all right.

"Yeh. I guess so," she answered, smiling at him with a knowing look, hoping he'd give away the joke. But one look at the tears in her brother's eyes and she realized it must be more serious than she thought.

"What happened?" Tom asked. "I want to know everything that happened… every little detail."

She went over the facts quickly at first, then again with the little details about the cold blasts of air, cold hands, and how his cock felt as it entered her body. She was given a glass of wine and asked to go over the facts again. The girls were shooting questions at her about how it felt. They wanted to know if he was brutal, mean or cruel, while Tom was trying to get a clue as to how it was accomplished. But Kay didn't have a mind for the kind of details he was looking far and he gave up when the group began drinking to relieve the tension. And they were soon back to the spirit of having a party.

As Tom sat on one of the mattresses drinking a bottle of beer, with Stella's arms draped around his neck and her mouth over his ear, blowing and kissing it, he began to think that maybe he was capable of divining up spirits. Kay certainly didn't seem any the worse for the ordeal. She seemed to be delighted with all the attention she was getting, telling her tale over and over to each and every member, who listened attentively to every word she said. She was suddenly a very important person. The only one present who'd been fucked by the Devil himself, she thought.

But Tom wasn't very pleased. He just couldn't accept the supernatural aspect of the whole thing. He couldn't explain how it was done, but he felt sure someone was responsible for this little game, who was just as human as the rest of them. But he knew one thing: whoever it was – it wasn't one of the other members. They were all in the kitchen with him. And Kay couldn't have put that gag on herself… so it had to be an outsider.