A Sacrifice of Course

Jeremiah cursed and swore with religious epithets as he was pushed into the darkened room.

He had kept his devout family safe in their room through the night, confident that with the light of day they would receive the lord’s salvation from the temptations that seemed to be endlessly consuming everything through the night.

He regretted going for the too good to be real price for their room, but after two weeks already on the road it seemed like a luxurious blessing for his family.

Despite the disturbing feelings he got once they arrived.

Jeremiah, his wife, and two daughters had checked in two days after the wedding. They enjoyed the pool, the saunas, the spa. Settling in they planned for a good sleep before leaving the next day to resume their road trip of holy sites across the country.

But there had been little rest for them.

They had been asleep half their night when the moaning started. The screams and banging of pleasure rocking people driving Jeremiah to have his daughters pray as he called the front desk to complain.

No answer.

Jeremiah soon stepped into the hallway and learned the true nature of this place. His faith had protected his family through the night.

His family. Jeremiah questioned what had happened to them. He hadn’t seen his wife or daughters in days. Days he’d spent hung up in a dungeon as a parade of monsters, humans, and Demons performed perverted acts before him.

Deliberately leaving him untouched.

This had been the first he’d been out of the basement Labyrinth since they’d captured him.

“Welcome my guest.” Jeremiah stumbled back and away from the First Witness. As he gazed around the room he stumbled to keep his distance from each of the occupants.

“In the name of the father, the son, the…” Jeremiah found himself **** and gasping for air, the corruption so saturated in this ceremonial chamber to the Idol that its very air renounced giving breath to the invoking of a prayer for protection.

As Jeremiah collapsed gasping for air he was hefted and thrown into the circle, the golden marks upon the floor seeming to glow softly in response to his arrival in its center.

As Jeremiah recovered the door opened once more, an 8’ green horse man with a skeletal looking head, and batwing like ears flanked on either side by something that truly invoked terror in Jeremiah.

His naked wife, and one daughter.

They staggered as if high or drunk, dumb grins of contentment on their faces. Unlike Jeremiah they had been embraced and enjoyed by the assorted denizens of the hotel.

Corrupted initially through the luxuries of the hotel they partook as Jeremiah had unloaded their car, refueled, and planned the drive for the next day.

Since that night of terror they’d been corrupted further, any attempt at surrendering to the Idol’s pleasures left unaccepted as they were kept for this very moment.

As they each took turns kissing the equine man and stroking his cock they staggered over to the circle, already aware of what they had to do.

A discarded hand gun from the police response after the wedding passed to the mother as she entered the circling with her daughter.

“Ignis. Aqua. Terrae.” Glenda and Marissa began chanting guiding and positioning Emi and her family in the order that they had been touched by the the Idol around the brighter glowing inscriptions on the floor.

“πῦρ pŷr, ὕδωρ hýdōr, γῆ gê.” The magic users invoked after incoherent ramblings that were strangely invigorating and enticing to the ears of the demonically corrupted women.

“Daddy, I’ve learned so much since that night. Mom even showed how many ways we were wrong in our faith.” Brighten cheerful shared with her father as he tried to back away from her naked form only to press against an invisible wall containing them within the circle.

“Mmm… Yes dear.” Dinah remarked approaching her youngest daughter and kissing Brighen passionately while brandishing the fire arm she’d been given.

Jeremiah shook his head and sobbed in sorrow, he could feel the taint of this dark place on his wife and daughter, he could see it having fed the vanity of his wife, her youth, and beauty surpassing any he had known Dinah to possess in their over 25 years of being together.

But where Dinah was curvy, and youthful Brighten seemed strangely unchanged.

“We have a problem dear.” Dinah added, running a hand down across Brighten and provoking a gasp of pleasure with a pinch and tug of her daughter’s nipple.

Jeremiah just shook his head in terror, torn between watching his corrupted family in the circle with him, and the gathered demonic beings beyond his containment slowly positioning around them.

“I’m a virgin Daddy. They want you to be my first .” Brighten remarked with a look from her mother to her father, moans erupting from the floor in the center of the invocation they stood, clawing upwards with the **** grasp of people seemingly drowning slowly entwined and merging into a reclined seat.

Brighton approached the chair with rapt anticipation examining the embodiment of the elementally entrapped spirits before sitting down comfortably upon it, spreading her legs to reveal how perfectly sized and shaped it was for her to be fucked right there, upon it.

“NO!” Jeremiah swallowed deeply, surprised with the volume and strength of the reply he wasn’t even sure he could utter. “No… I…. I… can’t… I…. won’t….” Jeremiah reiterated, breathing heavily in distress, his voice trembling.

Frowning and shaking her head Dinah strutted up next to her daughter, pulling the safety off on the gun carefully as she had been shown not an hour earlier.

“You don’t really have a choice dear. They won’t accept us…” Dinah swallowed, a saddened expression crossing her face. “Gift us, if you don’t.”

With a trembling hand Dinah brought the barrel of the gun to her youngest daughter’s head. “I’m sorry dear.”

Jeremiah felt his heart pound in his chest, his body shaking with anxiety, his sobbing breaths bordering on hyperventilating.

Gazing forlorn up the barrel to her mother Brighton half smiled, “At least I got a taste, and to see such pleasures.” Brighten replied, resolutely nodding at her mother, spreading her arms wide in acceptance of her fate.

With sudden impulse and unexpected action Jeremiah found himself flinging his body at his wife.

BAM! The guns blast echoed deafeningly within the circle, the air rippling where the slug hit the edge of it before clattering to the floor with hardly a sound as Jeremiah wrestled the gun free from his wife, waving it about and blindly shooting it several more times.

Learning that each random shot failed to exit the circle. Leveling it at his wife, Jeremiah panted heavily backing away on the ground as Dinah watched him remaining sprawled where he tackled her.

Soft moans slowly taking growing precedence over the quieting circle, Brighten having been spared a bullet to the brain fingering herself, eyes clenched shut mumbling one word barely coherently.

“Please….. Please… Please… Oh… just please…. Fuck me.” The murmured moans grew ever more pleading, the sound of Brighten’s wet pussy growing ever more pronounced as Dinah crawled over and stroked hair away from Brighten’s face and began kissing down her daughter’s shoulder.

“No!” Jeremiah choked on the word, weezing from breath, feeling himself weakening, his muscle sore and unused from days of being stagnant, his mind scrambled from stress, sleep deprivation, and disbelief at this hell on Earth torment.

“The airs getting thin honey. It’s fuck Brighten, or die slowly.” Dinah stated plainly to Jeremiah with a weighted gaze, her hand joining Brighten’s in playing with the virgin pussy.

Jeremiah sobbed, feeling the truth in what had been his wife words.

He gazed around looking for an answer, a hope, an exit, a sign from God in this godless place.

The markings on the floor seemed to all be glowing brightly, or at least most of them.

There still remained one set of markings that sat dark. Had Jeremiah any basic knowledge of pagan beliefs he might’ve figure it out.

Noticing his wife and daughter shifting Jeremiah refocused on them. They had sunken from the seat, and were crawling across the floor.

Jeremiah mouthed warnings to them, struggling to find words. He muttered incoherent pleas.

“Don’t fuck me, just.. let me feel you… fuck you…” Brighten pleaded, Jeremiah shaking his head no as he struggled to find resolution to level the gun at his wife and daughter.