Grace stepped along the trail in the forest, the High Priest and Priestess leading the way with the coven members close behind. Her bare feet stepped lightly on the path as a cool night breeze passed right through her sheer white veiled robe, a sign of her virginity. As she walked on, excitement built inside her as she moved further from her past.

Grace had been born into a large family headed by a righteous Baptist preacher. The household was always diligent in reciting the scriptures and attending Church every Sunday. Although the home was regarded as holy, it lacked the comforting feeling of a true home for Grace. One day as the family once ran a book collection drive to rid filth from the come the community, a black book with no title was handed to Grace. The second it touched her hand it sent a tingle down her spine, its worn leather cover felt warm in her hands. The only marking was an embossed pentagram on the cover. She went to place this clearly evil text in the bin for destruction, but she couldn’t let go, it was as if the book called to her. Grace, never being one to hide things or break the rules, felt a rush as she slipped the book into her backpack making sure no one saw.

Once the rest of her family had gone to bed, Grace stayed up paging through the yellowed pages of her black books. The words enclosed in the tome spoke of a strange world, darker and more mysterious than her own - one focused on the occult. Her father would disown her if he knew this book was in the house, Grace found herself filled with exhilaration upon every page she turned. She eventually drifted off to sleep with the book lying closed next to her. She dreamed of a vision of grandeur, of power, strength, and blood. She awoke with a start and found the book open to a page about a Red Priestess. As she read further, she felt a greater sense of purpose in her life; it became clear that this was her calling.

From that moment forward, Grace began living a double life. At home she was the dutiful daughter of a preacher, but at night she sneaked out in search of a suitable coven to accept her. One day she found what she was looking for on an online message board, and with nervous anticipation she attended a late-night meeting. Almost at once the High Priest noticed her, crossing the room to speak with her. He told her of a vision he had had in which she was destined to have a special place in the coven and a great power if she so wished. That night the priest talked with her about many mysterious things that captivated Grace, and she understood this was the beginning of a path she could not turn away from. However, they had to wait for an extremely specific night before Grace's journey into the occult would be complete.

This was that night, the night of the blood moon. The lunar eclipse had been months away from that first meeting and high priest had done is best to prepare Grace while still keeping her distant. It was crucial that her pure and holy upbringing remain in place till this moment. Many High Priests and virgin offerings had succumbed to horrifying ends during the ritual of the Red Priestess for being impure.

Grace led the way as the group broke into a clearing within the forest, a small rise at its center. At its top was a massive onyx slab, out of place for this area but no one but the coven knows of this place so deep in the forest. Grace ascended the hill and climbed atop the glassy black altar as the coven encircled the hill. The High Priest chanting in an unknown language and the Priestess brandishing an eerie tome. The Priest began reciting passages from the tome as Grace let the veil fall from her golden hair, shimmering in the moonlight. As the moon began to pass into the shadow of the earth, she opened her robe letting it slip off her smooth skin. It fell to the altar, Grace slowly began to spin, her nude body exposed to the circle of people below. She was as beautiful as a goddess. Nineteen years old and with a body to die for, her golden hair cascaded down her delicate porcelain skin, and when she moved her hair bounced with each step. Her breasts were a remarkable sight, pert against the chilly air, her pink nipples erect. Her tight ass and athletic build made it impossible to take your eyes off her. Every movement she made was graceful and hypnotic, as if she were meant to be worshiped. Her curves were delectable, and her skin glowed like silk in the moonlight.

Facing the Priest, she laid down flat upon the alter. Her gaze traveled downward to where he stood before her, he let his robes fall to the ground standing in all his glory. His chiseled body was an awe-inspiring sight. Every inch of his body was decorated with ritualistic tattoos, scars and brands that served as a reminder of all the sacred practices he had overseen. His limp cock was the size of her forearm - a sight that filled her with a mix of both terror and delight as it was the first time, she ever laid eyes on a man.

The High Priestess knelt next to the Priest, taking his cock into her hands. She brought the tip of the beast to her mouth and began to seductively lick his head. Grace watched the erotic display having never imagined such a thing yet became aroused, a wetness between her legs, as she watched his cock engorge. The Priestess stood up after her task was finished, and the Priest's massive cock pointed towards the sky. She hands the Priest a wicked looking dagger, beautifully ornate and looking razor sharp. Raising the dagger above his head, the Priest shouted, 'Our first sacrifice to the Red Priestess!' He firmly grabbed his swollen head with one hand and placed the edge of the blade against the opening. In one swift move, the dagger viciously sliced his glans nearly in half and blood began pouring from the wound. Returning the dagger to the Priestess, he walked up to Grace's untouched pussy.

He wrapped his arms around her legs and tugged her to the edge of the alter his bloody cock laying on her stomach. With intensity, he looked her in the eye and uttered, “Will you accept Satan?” Grace parted her legs and earnestly proclaimed, “Yes, I agree to accept Lucifer within me.” His member dragged across her stomach, leaving a trail of crimson behind, his bisected head teased at her lips. Gently, he began pushing inside her, gradually overcoming the barrier of her untouched virginity. She gasped in pain as the cock broke through and slip deeper into her with every thrust. It hurt but felt so good, the cock stretching her hole filling her in a way she’d only guiltily dreamed of. His eyes changed to a sinister orange as the full moon began to turn a deeper red as the eclipse quickly progressed.

Grace blinked and the forest disappeared, the altar surrounded by a ring of fire in a nightmarish hellscape. Between her legs stood a demon God, powerful and terrifyingly beautiful. His skin was glowing red, a passionate heat which seemed to ignite the air around him. His massive form was powerfully muscled, his chest a map of sinewy strength, his arms bulging with muscle. His head was crowned with horns, long and pointed, and his face strong and proud. But the lust in his eyes was unmistakable, and it only seemed to grow as he stared at Grace with an intensity that made her skin tingle. She could feel the heat radiating off his body. His cock was like a burning brand filled her and the pleasure grew until she was gasping for breath. Grace screamed out his name, and it echoed around the room. His thrusts reached a ferocious intensity, pushing her to a first ever orgasm that felt as though it might consume her.

Satan's intimidating cock kept attacking Grace savagely. His deep booming demanded, “Do you vow to surrender your body to me? Will you become my devout whore and priestess of the blood moon?” Grace screamed in pleasure, “YES! Take me my lord, use me, make me an instrument on your will.” Satan groaned approvingly and drove into her another time. Grace blinked again, being transported back to the forest. The Priest proclaimed as he violently fucked her, “The seed of Satan consummates this unholiest of unions!” As he kept forcing his bloody cock further into Grace's twat, thick streams of cum spilled out. Finally, the Priest withdrew his cock and turned to the coven, blood and cum still dripping from his immense cock. ‘Prepare for the blood sacrifices’ he commanded to the coven below.

The coven dropped their robes in unison at the base of the hill and walked hand outstretched towards the altar at the top. The High Priestess then drew the dagger and sliced across the hands of the members, causing blood to seep from the wounds and puddle in their hands and drip upon the ground. “Give your offerings unto our new priestess! Make her skin red as the moon!” demanded the High Priest. Grace lay trembling on the altar gasping for breath she felt hands laid upon her. Rubbing, groping, and fondling, they covered her in their lifeblood, turning her porcelain skin a crimson hue. They pulled her to her feet continuing to touch every part of her. Grace composed herself and recited the words she had practiced many times before. “I thank you for your offerings, Satan demands a celebration in his name, an orgy in blood. Go forth and celebrate the coming of the Red Priestess.” The coven then retreated from the altar and descended into a writhing pile of bodies. Screams of pleasure and pain filled the air as more blood was spilled in their frenzied celebration.

The High Priestess stepped in front of Grace, she drew the blade across her hand then dropped the dagger. Grace took in the sight of the Priestess, she wore an amulet of onyx around her neck, drawing the eyes of all who saw her. Her curves were hidden by a black robe but her olive skin glistened. As her robes fell away from her body, large round breasts and an ample bottom were revealed. On her breasts, inverted pentagram tattoos were etched around her nipples, the ink glowed in the moonlight, attractive and inviting. Ritualistic tattoos and scars covered her body, telling a story of ancient magic and untold power. This woman evoked a primal desire in all who saw her. Her curves, taut body and exotic tattoos promised something forbidden and taboo. She had the power to make even the staunchest of men turn to jelly under her spell. She wore a black leather harness arounds her waist a large metal dildo hanging from the front. The metal was a deep glimmering obsidian, engraved with intricate images of Satan. It looked heavy and powerful in her hands, sending an exhilarating and terrifying rush through Grace’s body. The Priestess stroked her hand up and down its daunting eighteen inches lubing it with her blood. "Assume the position" was all she said.

Grace lowered herself onto her hands and knees, pushing her butt into the air to present it. She felt the Priestess run her fingers down her back, it sent a chill through her body. She had heard rumors of the High Priestess, she was the coven’s enforcer, its disciplinarian, and how she was a complete sadist. Her reputation as the coven’s torturer was ‘the more you scream, the more she cums.’ Grace felt hands spread her cheeks, her eyes widening in anticipation of the metal rod swinging behind her. She nearly jumped when she felt the warm wet tongue circle her asshole. “Be still child” the Priestess spoke in a clam voice, “You have done nothing to displease the Dark Lord… Yet. But rest assured when that day comes it will be you licking my asshole before I shove this up yours dry.” She continued to pleasurably tongue Grace's butt before rising to her knees behind her. “Besides I love the taste of virgin ass almost as much as virgin pussy,” her finger sliding through Graces slit adding, “too bad the Dark Lord demanded this first.” Finally, the Priestess hefted the mighty metal rod into position, its cold tip lightly touching Grace's hole. 'Satan requests you pleasure his cock,' she said with finality.

“My body only exists for his pleasure” Grace spoke as she eased herself back forcing the cold metal tip into her tight hole. She rocked back and forth slowly working the strap on deeper coaxing her body to accept its girth. Finally with a grunt of pained pleasure her ass opened up and took the dildo deep, she stopped to catch her breath. ‘You have done well… but Satan and I like things a little rougher’ the Priestess said grabbing Graces hips. Taking control, the Priestess pulled the strap on almost completely out before pounding it back in over and over again, Graces whimpers only encouraged her. The Priestess grabbed a handful of hair pulling Graces head up to stare into the blood red moon. As Grace’s eyes met the moon the forest melted away again, replaced by the fires of hell, the cold steel in her ass replaced by the burning brand of Satan’s cock. The demon’s deep laugh filled the air as he indulged himself in her tight ass. Finally, he buried it deep into her holding it there, “You will make a fine Red Priestess, but you shall need a sigil worth of your station.” He touched her bare back with his long-pointed nail. He dug into her skin and began cutting into her flesh. Grace screamed in agony as the Dark Lord’s drawing first bled and then burned with an unholy heat leaving a scarred brand in her porcelain skin. “The bleeding moon shall be your sigil, your sign of power, your tie to me.” Grace caught her breath grunting though the pain, “Thank you my Lord, you honor me.” Through her tears she watched the fire fade back to the forest.

The High Priestess withdrew the strap on from Grace’s ass, sitting on the altar she undid its harness and slipped it off. She gently pulled Grace down into her lap, “you have done very well tonight” she said as she caressed Grace’s breasts. They sat there for a minute watching the lustful scene below, bodies on top of bodies writhing in pleasure and pain. Blood seeped from cuts all over their bodies as everyone furiously fucked. The High Priestess’s hand slid down Grace’s stomach coming to rest with a finger circling her clit as they took in the erotic display. Waves of pleasure washed over the ache and pain of her abused body. “There is one final ritual to complete your transformation, it must be completed before the blood moons ends.” Graces eyes looked up at the moon, its reddish hue starting to fade back to white. “I’m ready” Grace moaned. The High Priest stepped before her his mighty erect cock almost touching her face.

Grace extended her tongue toward the bisected head of the Priest's penis. She followed the contours of his engorged head and then delved into the still-bleeding gap that divided his glans. The Priest groaned, a blend of pain and pleasure, as she tasted the blood and remaining cum. Grace looked up with imploring eyes and opened her mouth as much as she could. Slowly the cock was fed into her mouth, her jaw stretching to accept its size. Her eyes never left his as he worked his way to her throat, they began to glow orange again. Grace watched as the High Priest transformed into the demon here in the forest atop the black altar. The beast’s now familiar burning cock sliding its way into her throat choking her. “Accept that your life is forfeit except to do my bidding,” Satan spoke as he thrust his cock inside her. Grace began to panic unable to breath, the High Priestess grabbed her across the chest digging her nails into Graces breast, still giggling searching for air the Priestess buried two fingers deep into Grace’s wet pussy for a better hold of her. “Accept your faith solely in me as you have promised or die here on my cock and face enteral suffering!” Satan angrily yelled at Grace. Her vision was beginning to gray from the excretion of fighting and lack of oxygen. In her final moments she composed herself and reached up grabbing the beast’s ass pulling him closer and deeper into her. “You have chosen well young one” Satan moaned with a smirk, “drink my seed and you shall gain the knowledge of the ancients, and its power. You have laid her tonight as a virgin heretic, but you shall arise a Mistress of Blood and Sex, an influencer of nations and leaders, my prophet in this world.” He grabbed her golden hair in his hands, it began to turn a shimmering red as he used the leverage to bury his cock to the hilt unnaturally down Grace’s throat. As her sight faded, she felt his burning member pulse in her mouth as his unholy seed erupted down her throat, she fell unconscious.

The High Priest and Priestess carefully placed Grace's limp form atop the altar. As they spoke the final words of the ritual in an ancient tongue the altar was once more transported back to hell. The two stood tall as Satan stepped out from the flames, his formidable erection leading the way. “You both have done well this night” the dark lord’s voice boomed. “You have given me a fine offering, she shall grow powerful through our teachings” he leered at Grace’s naked body “Prepare to receive my seed as your reward.” The two kneeled before their dark lord, their desire-filled eyes riveted on the swollen head before them “Thank you Lord, cover our bodies with your gift” they responded in unison. Taking pleasure in their display, Satan caressed his mighty shaft. He groaned in approval as the Priest and Priestess eagerly opened their mouths. He teased the tip of his cock on their tongues as he increased his pace, before long the beast began to pulsate in his hand. His booming, guttural yell filled the air quickly followed by streams of hot cum. The first rope shot across the Priestess’s voluptuous breasts, the priest took the next volley across the face his open mouth collecting its first taste. Eyes closed in delight, the Priestess wrapped her lips around the fiery tip, her mouth overflowed with cum. Several more streams covered their worshipful bodies before Satan reached his end. The Priest and Priestess immediately began licking his cock clean and then licked each other clean. Hell faded around them as they lapped up the last of Satan’s seed from their bodies. They rose to their feet and descended from the altar to join in the frenzied orgy beneath.

Grace's head crawled with visions from various points in history-and the future She beheld scenes of dark rituals and human sacrifices. Ancient kings and civilizations fell to their knees before her. She witnessed the momentary indiscretions of world leaders, and religious figures. Grace saw her own father with the church’s secretary bent over his office desk, her panties stuffed in her mouth to muffle her orgasmic screams as the hypocrite filled her pussy with cum. She looked upon the forest from above, seeing her naked body spread eagle on the altar. She could feel the collective emotions coming from all that had offered their blood to her their pain, ecstasy, lust, and rage. The High Priestess was having her way with three men, she assaulted one’s ass with her metal phallus as she fondled a cock with each hand. She dug her nails deep into pulsating members drawing blood as they glazed her tits with cum. Grace felt their pain as they thanked the Priestess and begged for more, their suffering filled a void inside her. Soon Shadows of the future passed before her eyes, undefined ideas and plans the dark lord had for her. The visions faded slowly faded, an eon of experiences emotions, and revelations intense exhaustion weighed on her soul as she finally slipped into a silent slumber.

Grace was awoken with the sun peeking through the trees. Goosebumps covered her blood-stained body in the chill morning air. She ran her finger through her hair as she sat up noticing its vibrant red color for the first time. She looked around, all that remained of the previous night's debauchery was dried blood stained across the grass, while Grace allowed a smirk to grace her face at the memory of her first bout of pure exhilaration. Collecting her robe, stained a deep crimson now she stood atop the altar taking in her new sense of purpose and power. As she slipped the robe on a voice came from behind her, she turned to find the High Priest and Priestess appearing from the forest. The three rejoined in Satan’s name that the ritual had worked. Together they would lead their coven, spreading the unholy word of their Lord to the world at large with their newest member. “We should clean you up” the Priest remarked running a finger over the dried blood of Grace’s cleavage, “Satan has already planted the seed of your first mission - the Senator can’t wait to meet you.”