Goats and Hoes

I knew that the girls, and more importantly, Madison, would be coming to rescue me; I just had to bide my time until that happened. That might be more difficult than it sounds, as it looks like Apollyon moved up the Grand Advisor Aleksey's time line to "prep" me for being possessed. 

Aleksey was shouting orders to his lackeys in Belarusian, so I did not know what was going on. I was hoisted up by my armpits by the two trolls that brought me in and walked out of the church's main hall and into a washroom of sorts. There was a jacuzzi setup with steaming hot water in it, and it smelled like a combination of potpourri and herbal tea. There were also eight naked women, all from different parts of the world: Asian, African, European, South American, Native American, Indian, Middle Eastern, and Pacific Islander.

They were all well endowed, and while they were smiling and looking very forward to meeting me, you could tell there was fear behind their eyes that they were not here of their own free will. By the time I had walked to the tub, I had a rebar-hard dick that looked like it was ready to punch a hole in this jacuzzi. 

The two Terminator wanabees behind me gave me a shove toward the girls and the tub. I was greeted by the head girl, a European girl who looked a heck of a lot like Uma Therman. 

"Master, we have a bath ready for you; please allow your servants to bathe and please you!" She said it with enthusiasm, but it did not reach her eyes. Sensing no danger, I figured these girls would likely get in trouble if they didn't do their job, and the hot water looked so inviting and would likely sooth my bruises from my capture not long before this. 

"Thank you.... I am sorry, what is your name?" I asked the blonde. 

"My name is Mariya, but I am only a **** to you, Master. I am not worthy of having a name; please call me whatever pleases you."

"Ok, **** Mariya, I am ready. Lead me to where you need me to be." I finished
"Thank you, Master; please let me help you into the water." She said, grabbing my arm and holding it steady while I got into the water. My arm just happened to be pressed against her wonderful breasts too. 

Before I knew it, I was in water, almost too hot, but my body felt so much better. I realized there were at least 2 sets of hands on my back. Then I opened my eyes as I felt a set on each of my legs, one on my dick and the last woman didn't have her hands on me but instead sat on my trunk with her massive breasts in my face to do with as I pleased. 

I started to melt under their menstruation, and after a bit, I felt a very tight vagina mount my cock, I tried to look who it was, but instead, the female whose breasts I have been suckling on instead pulled my head between her cinnamon-colored mounds and motorboated my head between her fun bumpers. I finally pulled away and brought her mouth down to make out with her; our tongues were initially hesitant, but she immediately shoved her tongue in my mouth, feeling like she was trying to lick the back of my throat. 

While we were lip locked, I unloaded into whoever was on my dick, and immediately I was being encouraged back to hardness by a mouth no less impressive underwater blowjob. Once again,hard. My middle-eastern kissing partner got off of me, and a lovely South American girl replaced her, as did someone on my cock. 

Another game of tits and kisses until I had another orgasm, and then we played music chairs again. This continued until all eight girls had had a turn on my cock and had a load in them. About halfway through, I started to feel a surge in my strength and power. I tried my best not to waste energy fucking and recovering after each girl to conserve that energy. 

Once the bath was done, I was dried by all eight girls and dressed in a comfy, if ornate, robe, and my two choufers were back to move me to the next thing I had to do. The ladies seemed relieved but sad to see me go. 
I was taken to a large, open room with a long table—something twenty people could sit at.

I was seated at the head of the table and told to wait. Aleksey came in and was seated to my left, and a second, less ornate man came to sit to my right. My bodyguards were seated to the side of them. I asked Aleksey who his less impressive friend was. "Oh, Igor? He is the top magician in our church; he is the one who made sense of the prophecy and learned how to contact our Master Apollyon. He is here to make sure everything runs smoothly with your transition." He finished, then clapped his hands twice. 

The women from earlier, wearing only loin clothes and no tops, brought in food and drink for everyone. Until then, I hadn't really thought about how hungry I was, and boy, was I hungry. I was presented with eight different types of meat, along with some amazing sides. Chicken, pork, beef, turkey, rabbit, duck, fish, and lobster. I was expected to eat all of them. I, of course, had started to notice the pattern of eights as soon as the meals were unveiled. I asked Aleksey why there were so many different types of meat, and his answer was "only the best for the vessel; eat up and regain your strength." I frowned, but I couldn't think of a reason why I shouldn't eat. I mean, I was hungry, and these were delicious. I was given some type of floral wine, which I drank sparingly. 

I started to feel mentally cloudy; I could still see and talk, but it was like seeing through fog. I was having a hard time trying to make my mouth and my body do what I wanted them to. I looked towards Igor, and he had a very interested look on his face. I turned towards Aleksey's face and saw him with that super exaggerated super-villian smile. I started to ask what the hell was going on when Aleksey interrupted me.

"Have you enjoyed the wine, Mr. Cole? It is of course a special vintage made by our associates in Belarus; that lovely floral quality comes from the Catharanthus roseus." I, of course, knew exactly what was going on. They got me to ingest the periwinkle flower through the wine; the food was just a distraction. Luckily, I didn't drink much, but it still affected me. 

I was brought to the main hall again. Aleksey moved up to the altar, and I was **** onto my knees again. A large archway was constructed out of three pieces of blood-red stone. The intricately carved stone displayed nude women in various states of ecstasy and terror, being pleasured and tortured at the same time, with fire licking their bodies and other creatures mixed into the orgy, of flesh and fire. 

I was silently praying that Madison would hurry. This was getting scary fast. A moment later, the women I had fucked earlier and who had served us dinner entered the room. They were herded to an area on the floor where Igor, the magician, was waiting. Next, a goat was brought forth and given to Igor. 
The next thing I knew, the magician was pulling out a large knife. Fearing that he was going to sacrifice the women, I  decided that I couldn't wait any longer.

I had never tried to use more than one of my new abilities at the same time, but I was more than topped off with sexual energy, so I concentrated on my strength and speed. 
I pushed myself up from my kneeling position and grabbed each of my guards shirts, pulling them together as hard and as quick as I could. It ripped both shirts clean off, they looked down, surprised at the action, and I looked at them, equally surprised as well. I quickly recovered, and a double backfist sent both men flying into the walls 10 feet away. 

I ran towards Igor; everyone else looked to be in slow motion. I jumped over the pulpit and the first set of girls, landing next to the goat. I grabbed Igor's wrist, which had the knife, and squeezed. I felt it crunch like a bag of Doritos that you sat on. He screamed, and I felt something pierce my back by both shoulder blades. 

I felt a net land over me, and then I was yanked off my feet and dragged back until I hit the railing in front of the pulpit. The pain was intense; it felt like some type of barbed hook was in my flesh. I was tangled in this damn net, which flexed instead of snapping when I tried to rip it to shreds with my strength. 

"Ah, Mr. Cole, finally we see some fight out of you! But I can't have you stop Igor from performing the ritual now, could I?" Aleksey laughed. "Men hold him while we complete the ritual; Igor continue and make haste!" 

I was struggling, but they must have had at least six guys on the net now because I couldn't pull away or get enough leverage to escape from the elastic netting. I saw a very angry and very much in pain Igor reach down and grab the knife with his other hand. Again, 
I resumed my struggles, trying to prevent the girls deaths. He walked around the goat, and after saying a few words I didn't understand, he slit the goat's carotid artery, causing bright red blood to spray from its neck. Igor walked the goat around the circle of women, spraying each one with the goat's blood. By the end, the goat had weakened and passed out. 

"Now! Finish the ritual!" Aleksey roared 
Armed soldiers walked up to the women, pointing their guns at them. The women, apparently knowing what was required of them, started to come to the center of the circle. They started to caress each other, and it soon became an orgy of blood and sex. As this was happening, I noticed the archway started to hum...

Soon, a shimmer started to appear in the archway, and electricity crackled at the edges of the stone. I started to feel a presence, like an ice-cold hand slowly crawling up the back of my neck, trying to take hold, and numb my brain. As I tried to fend off this unseen presence, I continued to see the archway changing. 

Soon I saw a shadow of a figure, enormous, 10 feet or more tall, with large horns, hooved feet, and a twisted scimitar in one hand. Apollyon was here....