TITLE: Heir of a Daemon

AUTHOR: Stormwolf

RATINGS: NC-17

WARNINGS: Rape, Castration(of OC's) possible beastiality, magic and mysticism

SUMMARY: A ritual is performed, and dark prophecies may be fulfilled

NOTES: this is part of a longer story that will be finished as part of my next dues. Sorry that this one is late. Also there is another warning that will give away the story. If you need the warning scroll down.

In the dark stone room a naked man shivered. The stone walls were moldy and damp and a wet coldness pervaded the room. The naked man had been without food or water since being placed in the room what seemed to him ages ago. Horrible thirst had eventually forced the man to lick the damp walls for moisture, but it had only sought to increase his thirst, and the taste of mold and salty stone made his stomach churn. The cold forced him to curl his limbs into his body as tightly as possible, but still he shivered.

He had been placed in the darkness, stripped of his clothes, chained to the stone wall like an animal. Forced to use one corner of the room as a latrine, and the stench of human waste added to the stench of mold, damp, and human sweat enough to gag anyone especially a sentinel.

He had been in the darkness for so long that he grunted and turned his head away when light poured in suddenly from the opening of the entry door.

Shapes blocked the light, man-sized shapes and Jim Ellison looked up into the shadowed faces of his captors.

"Clean him up," A woman's voice ordered her tone brooking no disobedience.

Men entered the room and Jim was too weakened by hunger and thirst to fight back. They unhooked the chain from the metal shackle that encircled his throat, and then picked him up by his arms and legs ignoring his feeble struggles.

They took him from the stone prison to a room of tiles and screen covered drain. They practically dropped him on the cold tile floor, and then attached another chain to the shackle.

The men used scrub brushes and soap to scrub away the accumulated dirt, sweat and waste from the sentinel's body not even attempting to be careful when scrubbing at the more tender places on Jim's body.

When they were done they stepped away and then a high-pressure hose was used to rinse him off. Jim feebly protected hi head and rolled beneath the onslaught of cold water.

When it was done, Him lay on the wet tiles shivering from the cold.

"Good," The woman's' voice said and Jim looked up to see his captor.

The woman stood at least six feet with long raven black hair and eyes so light blue as to be nearly white. She wore black from her high-heeled boots to the tight leather skirt and the leather halter-top

"Bring him," she ordered and turned on her heel leaving the room.

The men unchained him and picked him up. They carried him following the woman in lack.

The next room he was chained was also stone, black as night with candles lit and placed on the walls. The room was shaped liked a five pointed star and there were red markings drawn on the walls illuminated by the flickering candles. The smell told Jim that it was done with blood. The candles were black and were not made of wax by fat, and the wicks were human hair adding to the stench in the room.

A short chain that left him kneeling on his knees in the room chained Jim in the center. Jim counted thirteen men standing around him in a circle dressed in black robes.

The dark haired woman entered the room. She too was now dressed in a black robe. She held an urn made of silver. She chanted in a language Jim had never heard before, but it made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

Two men stepped aside so that she could step closer to Jim. She continued to chant as she set the silver urn on the stone floor. At the moment the urn touched the ground two of the robed men came forward and held Jim in place. From beneath the dark robes, the woman removed a silver dagger. Fearing they were about to kill him as a sacrifice, Jim struggle, but the men held him easily weakened as he was from hunger and thirst.

The woman cut him deep enough to draw blood on hi belly just above hi groin. Picking up the urn, she maneuvered it to catch the dark red drops. She pressed the wound ignoring Jim's hiss of pain drawing out more of the precious life fluid. Eventually she stopped pressing against the wound and the blood trickled down his groin.

As she worked she chanted and the men hummed in a low tone to her chanting. The urn had already held water and the blood diluted it to a pinkish tinge.

With one hand, she reached out to wipe at the blood on his groin and Jim flinched from her touch. When she gripped his lax penis in her bloodied hand Jim increased his struggles to no avail. Try as he might Jim could not stop his body from reacting as she slowly jacked him off. Her scent told him that stroking his dick did not arouse her. Her face was impassive and her hand was methodical in its stroking. It only served to increase the fear building in Jim's chest.

Eventually Jim arched his back as he came crying out in humiliation, and she made sure that the pearly strands of semen fell into the water and blood filled urn splashing as it fell. She milked his cock of semen not wasting one drop. When it was done she dropped his spent cock and picked up the urn. Moving her hands she swirled the contents still chanting the men still humming.

The two men released him and stepped back into the circle.

The woman walked to where a black stone pedestal waited setting the urn on top of it. From her robe she produced a pouch and dipped her fingers into it. From her fingers fell a dried herb into the urn. With her hands she made elaborate signs over the urn still chanting in her eerily haunting voice.

Suddenly from the urn a red vapor that climbed into the air and made Jim's heart beat faster. * A trick* He tried to tell himself, but it didn't calm him in the least.

When the blood colored vapor dissipated, the woman picked up the urn and walked over to one of the black robed men.

The man slowly removed his robe letting it fall to the stone floor. He was naked underneath, and he was aroused, his thick cock bobbing against his tight belly.

The woman passed the urn to the naked man, who drank a swallow of the blood, water, semen and herb mixture. The man did not seem bothered by the taste.

He handed the urn back to the woman and walked over to Jim.

Though the sentinel struggled, the man easily pushed Jim down to his knees and elbows. Guessing what was about to happen, Jim continued to struggle uselessly.

He cried out in pain when the cock pierced his anus and entered his rectum. Though Jim's ass was dry, the man's cock had been slicked up. Jim continued to cry out in pain as the man thrusted his hips, fucking Jim's ass hard until he came his seed spilling into Jim's rectum. The man pulled out leaving Jim hurting and bleeding. But it was not done. Each of the thirteen men drank from the urn then raped Jim's ass until his rectum was full of cum.

When the last man withdrew his cock, the woman came forward and placed a large butt plug into Jim's torn and bleeding ass causing Jim to cry out yet again. She then buckled the plug in place with leather straps.

Different men came into the room and unchained Jim who laid moaning and crying on the floor. They picked him up and the movement aggravated his injuries and Jim cried out in pain as he was carried from the room.

They entered a different room. A huge room with stone walls. People, men and women lay prostrate on the stone floor wearing gray robes. In the center of the room was a black stone altar with four black pillars at its four corners. At one end of the altar was a statue of a big man. As they got closer Jim could see that it was not a man. The face was grotesque with two elongated incisors like a saber-toothed tiger. It had long pointed ears and four sets of horns on its
head and forehead of different sizes sweeping up from its brow to the huge curled horns on the top of its head. The rest of the statue's body was of a well-muscled man with claws tipping each finger. The feet were hooves like a horse's with hairy fetlocks. Hair fell from just behind the horns down its broad back. At its groin was a cock, huge and uncut lying lax between its legs with balls the size of cantaloupes.

Jim groaned in pain when he was laid on his back on the dark altar. Chains from the tops of the pillars were attached to his wrists and ankles. The chains to his ankles were short and kept his leg up and apart revealing his ass and the butt plug to the statue.

Jim screamed and cursed as he struggled against the chains. He called the woman a bitch, and the people insane, but they ignored him.

The thirteen men who had raped him came into the room nude in along line. Each held a small clay pot that they sat in a half circle around the altar. They each knelt behind the pot and waited. Two men in gray robes moved to kneel just a little behind each nude man on either side. Everyone in the room except Jim began to chant.

The woman came to the altar with two gray robed women at her side. She no longer chanted. Instead she spoke in a strange language directing her speech to the statue.

She stepped up tot eh altar then knelt on its surface at Jim's side. One of the gray robed women opened a small velvet lined box to reveal a silver ring.

The black haired woman took the ring, and then grasped Jim's cock. The pain was sharp and fierce as the woman pierced the head of Jim's cock and threaded the silver ring through the hole. The other woman handed the high priestess as Jim had begun to call her in his mind a soldering iron. The high priestess soldered the ends of the rings together. Another ring was used to adorn Jim's left nipple, and two rings were fitted into Jim's earlobes. All were soldered closed. The shackle was removed from around his neck and replaced with a silver collar that was also soldered permanently around his throat. Jim struggled to fight them, cursing as he did, but the chains held him tight.

"Why are you doing this?" Jim asked in a hoarse voice raw from his screams.

But they ignored his question as they had ignored his screams when the touch of hot branding iron seared hi butt cheek.

Breathing heavily, eyes misty form tears, throat raw, Jim was exhausted when the woman left his side.

The shouts of the men awakened him from near unconsciousness. He turned his head to see that the men kneeling beside them were holding the men who had raped him.

One by one the men were brought to the priestess who wielded a hot knife. She kissed each man on his forehead, and then without wasting a breath she cut of each man's testicles and placed in the man's clay pot that was brought to her by the gray robed women.

Jim winced at the sight, their screams piercing his ears. It was obvious to Jim that the men had not been aware of this part of the ceremony.

After being castrated the men were herded to Jim's side, where eyes filled with tears they leaned down and kissed Jim's mouth chastely then were knelt back around the altar. The men were in shock and were easily maneuvered. When all thirteen castrates were back in place, the woman spoke again to the statue as the men in gray robes adorned
the castrates with silver nipple, ear and cock rings. The women in the gray robes went to each clay pot pouring into them a liquid that smelled like kerosene. Then each clay pot was lit and while they burned the high priestess moved to kneel between Jim's legs. One gray robed woman unbuckled the harness from Jim while the other poured blood over the high priestess' hand and forearm.

Jim gasped and cried when the plug was removed, then screamed when the woman slowly pushed her hand inside Jim's ass.

Jim could feel her hand moving around inside him then suddenly the hand felt as if it were made of ice. A burning ice and Jim screamed his voice growing even more hoarse. Jim's insides felt as if they were freezing and the pain was intense. Then as suddenly as it began it stopped and the woman removed her hand.

Jim blinked in surprise when he realized that the pain in his ass was gone. Using his sense of touch carefully Jim explored his body and found no tears, no lingering soreness, and in fact it did not hurt when she removed her hand his ass easily accommodating it.

The strangeness of it all brought more fear into Jim's chest, his heart pounding and his breathing near hyperventilation.

The woman held her hand out when she removed it, and Jim saw that it was clean. The blood was gone and there was no sign or scent of semen, blood or human waste.

The high priestess then moved of the altar and walked around to kneel at Jim's head, her knees touching his temples. She raised her arm, and the burning clay pots exploded, showing the people with hot sharp shards of clay but no liquid and no human parts.

At first Jim thought it was his imagination, but when the statue cracked and a clawed hand moved, Jim knew that it was real. His heart seemed to stop beating and his breath froze in his lungs as the statue broke free of its stone mprisonment and a flesh a blood version stepped up tot eh altar.

It wasn't until he creature reached out and grasped Jim's ankle with clawed hands that Jim was able to cry out in fear and horror.

The creature's massive cock thickened and hardened from arousal, which caused Jim to be even more frightened.

The beast threw back its head and roared. The people in the room all lay prostrate on the floor, except the high priestess who still knelt as Jim's head. Curiously her fingers stroked his forehead gently in an attempt at soothing the agitated sentinel.

The creature looked at the high priestess. "I am pleased," It said in aloud booming voice then it plunged its huge dick into Jim's ass.

Surprisingly there was no pain only a strange full feeling. The beast pumped, fucking Jim's ass, its thick long cock moving in and out, the head brushing Jim's prostate.

The lack of pain and the pleasure of his prostate being stroked brought Jim to arousal and full hardness. At the same time the priestess stimulated his nipples tugging on the nipple ring that shot pleasure to his groin. Jim cried, tears falling down his face at the loss of control. When he came, Jim screamed as if in pain as his seed shot over his belly in ropy strands.

The beast continued to thrust through Jim's climax. The high priestess wiped Jim's tears and kissed his forehead.

Finally, the beast shuddered and liquid fire poured into Jim's bowels causing intense pleasure but no pain. The beast withdrew its spent cock from Jim's body and stepped back. When Jim blinked the beast was a statue again. Jim's eyes rolled into his head and that moment the sentinel lost consciousness.

END PART 1