The Approach

I see Nurse Williams crossing the road towards me as I’m working in the garden one morning. She has been delivering a prescription to the old lady who lives nearby.

“Hello Nurse Williams, I say “please come in the gate’s open.

What a gorgeous morning can I get you a cup of tea.”

“That would be lovely thank you and please call me Dee.

I was just passing so I thought I’d stop by and let you know there were no problems with your recent sample.”

“Thank you, that’s good news, although I guess that means you won’t need to take any more samples from me?”

I give a little pout and then smile.

“Also, while I remember I must apologise for covering your hand with semen. I’m afraid your assistance with the dilator got me a little bit over excited.”

“Please don’t worry” says Dee, “I don’t mind a bit of semen splashing on me, it’s all part of my job.

I know how good it feels when that large dilator really hits the spot so I completely understand.”

“So tell me, how are you enjoying village life.” She asks.

“I love it, very quiet and peaceful and everyone is friendly, but just occasionally it would be nice to enjoy a little excitement.”

“Well, you haven’t been here that long, perhaps there’s more chance of enjoying some excitement locally than you realise.”

Dee is extremely vivacious and there is lots of eye contact, I think she’s flirting with me. Girls sometimes do, especially once they work out whats in my panties.

I’m not usually attracted to girls but there is something very appealing about Dee.

I notice a lovely silver pentacle hanging on a necklace between Dee’s large breasts and comment on how beautiful it is.

Dee tells me it’s been passed down from mother to daughter in her family for several generations. “These old pentacle symbols are quite common locally,” she says. “Lots of families in the village have pagan associations dating back hundreds of years. This is the sygil of Baphomet.”

“What or who is Baphomet?” I say

“Baphomet is a demonic idol, depicted as a winged hermaphrodite adorned with esoteric symbols, supposedly the equilibrium of opposites both feminine and masculine.

Allegedly worshipped by the Knights Templars until they were disbanded and their leaders burned at the stake.”

“That sounds rather severe.” I say

“Well the charges against them included heresy, homosexuality, urinating on religious relics and sodomy, non of which sat too well with the Catholic Church.

I laugh.

Dee continues “They say small groups of Templars continued to exist in exile one of which was in a small Welsh village, Llanmadoc”.

“Do they still exist now”?

“ No, but over time Demonic worship became intertwined with native pagan rituals. Witches were believed to attend meetings called a “Witches Sabbath” where they proclaimed allegiance to Lucifer and engaged in debauched sexual orgies.

In reality these practices were probably just ancient pagan rituals, pleasures which had been condemned and denied by the new religions.

“And are there still witches casting spells and engaging in orgies?” I ask

Dee laughs “No of course not”

“Oh that’s a pity, it all sounded very interesting !”

Dee continues “But there is a secretive mystic temple, Luciferians who like to keep their activities private. They hold occasionally meetings on auspicious dates often passing off their secret gatherings as freemasonry. “

“So are you a part of this group”? I ask

“Well it’s almost exclusively a male group. But yes, when required I have taken part as a female acolyte, like a sort of Nun.

Not recently though, the group hasn’t met for almost a year now as we have been missing a vital element. The focal point of the ritual is a devotee who gives themselves to Lucifer and we haven’t been able to find the ideal candidate for this role.

That is, until you arrived!”

“Me?

I’m not sure I’d be an ideal candidate. I don’t know anything about these rituals.”

“Well, you do have both male and female characteristics. Just like the depiction of Baphomet.

You look like an attractive girl with lovely full breasts but also have a fabulous large penis.

And your recent visits to the practice suggest that you are very amenable to deep anal penetration.

I don’t think anyone could possibly be more suitable for this ritual.”

Blushing slightly, I say “Well can you tell me what I’d have to do?”

“I can but first I should say that the ceremony isn’t a wild chaotic orgy.

It is an extremely sexually orientated ritual but it follows an organised pre ordained text.

Do you think you would be ok with that?”

“I’m not sure, maybe. Can you tell me anything more.”

“The ceremony is a form of black mass. There is the Celebrant who is a kind of high priest, he presides over the mass as Lucifers envoy.

Then there is a Deacon, two Subdeacons and possibly up to a dozen priests.

My role as a nun would be to prepare you, drawing the appropriate symbols and sygils on your body and generally assist with the ceremony.”

“So would I be expected to have sex with some of the participants?”

“Oh yes, the celebrant, the deacon and subdeacons would all take it in turn to fuck you anally and inseminate you with Lucifers seed.

I would assist by masturbating each of the Priests until they ejaculate into your mouth, as Lucifers vessel you would be expected to swallow all of their semen.

Also, I forgot to say. During the ceremony I place a metal chalice between your thighs as you lie on the altar. I then remove my nuns habit and the congregants watch as I squat naked over you and fill the chalice with my pee.

Later in the ceremony we are both required to drink from the chalice.”

I’m getting incredibly excited by this description, it sounds like a dream come true for me. I definitely want to take part but don’t want to appear too keen as I’m trying to hide what a total pee and cum slut I am.

“Gosh,” I say. “That’s rather a lot to process but I am intrigued and very interested.

I think I should be ok swallowing the semen. I have tasted it before before just never in such a large quantity. I’m not sure about the pee though, I think it would be ok but maybe I should try a little taste first before I fully commit to the ritual.”

“Yes of course,” says Dee “we could try that. Maybe we can arrange something one night this week?”

“I’m free tomorrow night if that works for you. About 8pm?”

“That’s perfect” says Dee.