Sacrifice Me!

Sprung!!!

I was watching some of those fake stabbing movies on Heavy-R with my headphones on and my wife, Debbie, had come into the room without me noticing.

As some young nubile was being stabbed in the belly, that's a special sub-section on the site, and blood was oozing from the fake knives, I heard the dull voice of somebody talking outside my headphones.

"What are you watching?" the intonation at the end suggesting she was far from impressed.

Now Debbie and I have watched porn together, the normal stuff, and happily emulated plenty of what we had seen. And yes, if you're asking, that included Debbie Does Dallas.

However, somewhere along this particular day, I was happily watching it on my own when the algorithms - or fate - took me to one of these videos.

I was intrigued by the image of a topless woman covered in blood, so I clicked on the first one... and then a few more. The videos were mostly staged in what looked like an old warehouse, with the same actors turning up video after video either to stab or to be stabbed.

It actually looked like a bit of an industry and on one site, you could actually pay to have models carry out your stabbing fantasy.

Anyway, abruptly interrupted by Debbie, I ummed and aahed a non-answer and expected to cop a bollocking, but instead she said: "Well give me a look then, unplug the headphones."

I have a huge computer screen for my video editing business, so she pulled up a spare chair and sat beside me.

We watched a few together mostly of a bloke stabbing various topless women in the bellies and in their tits, and laughed at the poor acting, but then Debbie saw a foot note saying couples use these scenarios as a sought of exotic, weird, whatever form of foreplay.

Her interest was now more than piqued.

"Next one," she said.

"Those knives look pretty real, but those blades must retract and then they squirt out the fake blood," she said. "Otherwise, the police would have all the evidence they need to charge a lot of people with murder."

I clicked on the next one, and it was one of those phoney black mass rituals with people chanting in various stages of undress and yes, the mandatory gorgeous naked blonde on an altar.

Before stabbing the blonde, a bloke wearing a goat's head mask spread her legs and looked to have sex with her and mumbled stuff about having satisfied Satan she was ready to be sacrificed to eternal life, or some such nonsense.

He then moved beside her, pulled out some dirty great knife and while she screamed and squirmed, stabbed her, blood going everywhere, the rest of the people getting all excited with, I guess, blood lust and tossing off what was left of their clothes. The acting was as fake as the blood but Debbie still wanted more.

"Next one," she demanded.

I clicked on one with a pneumatic blonde in a bikini. She was telling someone off camera she couldn't wait for his long shaft.

He came on camera with a great big knife and began stabbing her. There was no blood and it was pretty obvious it was a fake knife and the blade was retractable. He then ripped off her top and stabbed her tits, which were obviously surgically enhance, and she had an orgasm or at least pretended too. Everything was fake in this one.

So, anyway, we had had a few variations on a theme before Debbie said mysteriously, "all very interesting" and wandered off, adding, cuttingly, you might say: "I will leave you to your little wank sessions."

Suitably admonished and demolished, I clicked off Heavy-R, went back to editing a video for one of my clients, and thought little more of it.

A few days later a courier rang the doorbell and asked if I was Debbie.

When I said, "obviously no," he said the box he was carrying was for her, but that I could sign for it and he would take a picture with his phone as further proof.

"That'll be for me," a voice behind me said. "Where do I sign?"

He showed her the space on his iPad and she signed it and whisked the box away.

"Nothing to do with you," she said haughtily. "Yet."

It wasn't my birthday, or Christmas, so I was a bit intrigued, but then, thought nothing of it.

That changed the next Saturday night, when we were relaxing.

We mostly work from home, Debbie is a graphic designer, both our jobs are pretty demanding which could make it easy to work seven days a week.

But we make it a strict rule, no matter what, to have Saturday nights as our time, sometimes a restaurant, sometimes friends for dinner, sometimes just us.

This night it was just us, idling away time with takeaway from our favourite Indian and a bottle or wine and music.

"Remember that heavy something porn you were watching the other day?" Debbie said out of nowhere.

I did.

"Remember that box that came too?"

I did.

"Well, it came from a place that makes movie props," she said.

"And," I said.

"Well, it contained a fake knife that squirts out blood, just like the ones in those videos you were wanking over." she said.

"I wasn't wanking, I was just watching, "I said defending my honour, but then catching on to what she was actually saying, apart from calling me a wanker.

"Does it really work?" I said.

"It seems to," she said, "but...

I know Debbie well enough to know what but... means. This was going somewhere.

"Well, I thought we might, for a bit of fun, try and re-enact one of those videos with you stabbing me," she said with a sideways smile.

"Which video?" I said. "There were a few variations on the theme.

"Well let's try the pretty basic one where the women lie on a table and the blokes stab them and see what it's like, and if that footnote was right, it's good foreplay," she said, her voice a little less anxious as she realised I hadn't dismissed everything out of hand.

"You mean?" I said.

"Yes, I mean," she said.

"Well, I'm in, particularly if it means, I'm in later," I laughed.

"Don't get ahead of yourself," Debbie smiled. "I will show you how to work the knife, it's pretty easy. It's already filled with the fake blood that came with it. I'll go and get it and my costume."

Costume?

"That was also in the box," she answered my surprised look. "It's a bit of an industry. They can supply you with everything.

"I think the coffee table should do for something to lie on. It's in front of the fire which will keep me warm and with this costume, I am going to need to be kept warm."

With that and a wink, as distinct from wank, she disappeared into the bedroom, then returned with the knife and wearing a thin, white, mesh body suit that revealed far more than it hid, nipples and bush evident through the fabric..

"Look you hold it here," she said showing me the knife, a huge, medieval looking thing with a long handle. "Then when you stab me, the blade goes inside the handle and you have to squeeze it hard and the blood spurts out.

"Okay, I'm getting on the table."

She cleared the books and magazines and then moved to the table.

Because it was pretty low, when she lay on it, her legs were splayed and hanging over one edge.

"This makes me feel even more vulnerable," she said, resting on head gently on the other end. "And sexy!

"Let's see if I can out act, or out over act, those women in the video. I guess someone has to say action, so if you're ready, that will be me."

Not yet. "If you going to say action, like in the movies, why not film it? I'll get one of my cameras."

"Be quick," Debbie said, "I don't want to die waiting."

As a quiet night in looked like turning into quite a night in, I didn't want to miss it so dashed out to my study. Thankfully my gear was set up, batteries charged, with two cameras on tripods.

As quickly as a could I set one up in front of Debbie, and one to the side. I turned off the top lights in the room, but left on a couple of side lights, so I, and the cameras, both their red lights flashing to say they were recording, could see what was happening.

"Are we ready for action yet?" Debbie said, looking up at me from where she was pretty much spreadeagled, her legs wide open, facing the first camera.

"I am, but I won't do that big stabbing motion in the other videos until we see how it works," I said. "So yeah, let's go.

I got down on my knees to as to be at coffee table height, then Debbie lay back down and called out "action!."

She immediately began squirming and saying: "Don't do this, don't do this to me, I don't deserve this."

I thought I might do my own bit of improvising.

"You're gonna pay for this bitch, you don't do the dirty on me and get away with it!"

It sounded impressively real, I thought.

"No, no" she screamed. "I don't wanna die." I think we were inspiring each other.

"Too bad bitch," I said as I pushed the knife into her belly. I felt the blade retract but it looked like I had stabbed her, then as instructed I squeezed the handle.

The fake blood squirted onto the flimsy garment and Debbie arched her back in faux pain and screamed.

I hoped the neighbours weren't listening, but then my thoughts returned to Debbie, and a stirring in my groin.

"Die bitch, die," I said, and stabbed her again, this time a little harder and the blood went everywhere and the screams got louder.

I remembered that in the videos they stabbed the women's breasts. I'll get to that slowly, I thought. I stabbed Debbie again in the stomach, this time a little lower, closer to the bush I had seen earlier which was now covered in blood.

She squirmed and screamed even more, she was getting exceptionally good at this, and then I grabbed one flimsy strap of her flimsy costume and pulled it down to reveal a breast.

"No, no," she called out. I waited for a moment to see if she really wanted to stop, but she continued to act out her role.

"No, I don't want to die, I will do whatever you want. I beg you, let me live."

It's too late for that you whore," I said. Then I remembered that in most of the videos the stabbers fondled the breasts of the victims before stabbing them.

I ran my hand over the naked breast and squeezed the nipple. There was no resistance to that either.

Then, I and pushed the knife into it. At the same time, I noticed Debbie's hand, rather than fighting against the blade, had gone to her groin.

I ripped down the other strap. Now both breasts were exposed, one covered in fake blood, the other about to be.

I fondled it too, squeezing the nipple, then pushed the blade against it before again making the stabbing motion.

More fake blood, but the screams seemed pretty real, then quietened to a gurgling sound. As Debbie had seen some of the women do in the videos, she went into death throes.

As she did, I put down the knife and smeared the blood all over her breasts and neck.

Then her head fell back and to one side, her eyes closed, her body still.

I looked on in amazement. The stab marks looked real, and she was lying there as if dead.

I waited to see what might happen next.

Her eyes opened.

"Fuck I'm as randy as hell," she said. "That was fucking sexy as anything. Let's go fuck.

"We did, via the shower, we she gave me a blow job before riding me to her and my orgasms in our bedroom.

As we lay on the bed in the afterglow, she said: "I don't know why being killed did it, but I was so turned on.

"Can we see what our videos looked like. I'll bet it's better than theirs."

Even though it was early morning, we both knew we had to see the video. She threw on a robe, I pulled on a pair of shorts and we went to my study where I uploaded both videos to my editing equipment and clicked on multi-camera editing.

The first vision was on Debbie from front on, her legs wide open.

"Wow," she said. "That's quite the angle."

The editing tool then switched to the side on shot, and the stabbing, and screaming and blood, all look pretty realistic.

Then there was another front on shot and it was obviously she was fingering herself. No wonder she was horny.

The next side on shot got her death look perfectly as I smeared the blood over her tits.

"Waddya reckon lover," Debbie said. "You can wank to that better than any of those Heavy-R videos. That was horny and it was your wife."

I told her that her acting was rather good.

"Yours wasn't bad either," she giggled. "I thought you might have really killed me when you really banged that knife into my tit the last time. It was good though because it really got me into the final scene.

"Let's go back to bed, I'm still as horny as hell again."

Three times more, we fucked.

Exhausted but happy, we cuddled, then she whispered in my ear. She hadn't, I was learning, forgotten that phoney black mass video: "I don't want to just be murdered," she said. "I want to be sacrificed."

With that happy thought, well I think it was a happy thought, we both fell asleep.

Sunday morning, the smell of coffee. I wandered out to the kitchen.

"Morning my wonderful murderer," she said as she poured me a cup.

"Morning my wonderful victim," I laughed back.

"I've been thinking," Debbie said. "You know next Saturday we've got Scott and Jenny, and Andy and Joe coming for dinner, we could do that sacrifice thing.

"We need someone to do the chanting."

She hadn't forgotten our final conversation the night before.

I sipped slowly on my coffee: "You know what you're saying don't you, you're going to ask four of our friends, two of whom are gay, I admit, to see you nude, and Scott... "

"Well, if we play it right, you might get to see Jenny nude," she quipped. "All the attendees are supposed to be nude, including the high priest, which is you my darling."

I spluttered into my coffee - she was really into this.

"Yeah but how are going to convince the four of them, well how are you going to even raise it with them, let alone get them naked and part of this whole crazy idea," I said.

"If it makes you even hornier than you were last night, I bet you won't reckon it's crazy then," she retorted.

"And another yeah, how are going to get them to agree to it being filmed," I said.

"Nothing but the best wine and conversation," she said. "Oh, come on, we've played Truth and Dare with Scott and Jenny, and strip jack."

"Yeah, but only down to bra and panties with you girls at strip jack, and in truth and dare, they got into a fight when you dared Jenny to kiss me and she stuck her tongue down my throat," I said.

"All the more reason she'll want to see you naked," Debbie smirked "She's always had a thing for you."

Debbie knew about the night Jenny had come on to me at a party and I had to tell her no way it was going to happen. But then my mind raced back to next Saturday night.

I said: "Look we could ruin our friendships...

"Or we could have the best night of sex of our lives," Debbie thundered before I had finished.

"Oh well," I said having learned years ago not to argue with Debbie in this sort of mood. "I will leave it up to you."

She gave a smile of triumph: "Well the first thing we need is an altar. The coffee table isn't big enough. "

By Saturday, I had set up an "altar" in our home theatre, our long outdoor table with the black cloth draped over it Debbie had bought. She also found an old candelabra that someone had given us as a wedding present, who knows why, years ago, and it was set that up on the little bar fridge, which was also draped in a black cloth.

The home theatre could be closed off from the rest of the house, so if Debbie's powers of persuasion didn't work, Scott, Jenny and the boys would think, as usually, they had had a lovely night of fine wine and good food and wander off home.

Mid-week, the courier was back, this time with a large box.

"Nothing in there for you," Debbie said as she signed for it, then adding a brazen:" Yet!"

It was all bat-shit crazy, but I discovered I was looking forward to Saturday as much as Debbie seemed to be.

I have always loved those movies where the heroine is stretched out on the altar and about to be sacrificed by some evil demon only to be rescued by the handsome matinee idol at the last moment.

But if I am the high priest, the naked high priest, who is the hero, or does she not want to be saved?

I remembered her realistic death throes and thought, no she doesn't, she wants to be sacrificed.

So, Saturday came around and I had a stomach full of butterflies as Jenny and Scott arrived first, all hugs and kisses, with Jenny straight away noticing that Debbie had gone blonde.

Then came Andy and Joe, more hugs and kisses, and more comments about Debbie's new blonde look.

I knew why she had changed her hair colour, but questions still lingered. How is this all going to work? Well, alcohol was going to play its part. Debbie had cocktails ready for everyone as I worked on the pre-dinner nibblies.

The entrée was oysters, nature's aphrodisiac, accompanied by an $80.00 Chardonnay which disappeared quickly enough among six people for the need to be a second one.

The laughter was loud and fun was afoot as I retreated to the kitchen to help Debbie with the main course, lamb shanks in a red wine jus.

"How do you think we're going lover?" she asked. "Keep the wine coming."

To go with the lamb, I had two expensive reds. As I poured it into glasses around the table, it reminded me of the fake blood from the previous Saturday.

People were relaxing, the mood was good.

Dessert was simple fare, ice-cream and strawberries, the latter reminding me of Debbie's nipples.

Then Debbie brought out our topflight, special occasions only, whiskey.

"That's a bit naughty," Jenny said, "I thought we only saved that for... "

"Naughty occasions," Debbie jumped in, sensing her moment.

"And guess who I caught being naughty, my husband?"

"Do tell," said Jenny. "How have you been a naughty boy?"

Debbie answered before I had a chance to change the subject: "He was watching a porn site called Heavy-R where they pretend to kill people using fake knives and fake blood."

I squirmed a bit.

"Don't be embarrassed," Scott said. "We've all looked at porn."

Jenny laughed: "It's the 21st Century Debs, we all use a bit of porn we get ourselves going, I bet Andy and Joe do too.

"Probably not quite the same stuff you watch," said Andy, "Joe and I are always looking for a bit of inspiration."

"And he can get very inspired," said Joe.

"Not telling tales out of school, but that's how it works for Scott and me, I even have a schoolgirl outfit," giggled Jenny.

"And when the schoolgirl gets into trouble, well the headmaster has to give her a spanking on her bare bottom."

"We've done the schoolgirl thing too," Debbie said, then paused. "And last Saturday, we did the Heavy-R thing."

Jenny's eyebrows shot heavenward: "You don't mean the stabbing thing, with the blood and everything. But you don't look like you've had a bunch of knives stuck in you."

"They're fake knives, and fake blood," I said sufficiently recovered from my embarrassment and now wishing to show my credentials.

"You've just got to know how to use them. The blade is retractable and when you plunge it into your victim, it goes up into the handle and then you squeeze the handle and the blood rushes out," I informed everyone.

"It even works on tits, well especially works on tits."

I thought I had reclaimed my high ground pretty well and got an approving look from Debbie.

"Knowing you two, I bet you even filmed it," said Andy.

I confessed immediately: "And it looked better than the Heavy-R stuff, Deb's death scene was fabulously real."

"And we fucked like rabbits for the rest of the night," Debbie said. "It was a fucking huge turn on for both of us, judging by his stamina.

"I could not believe how being stabbed and being splattered with blood and being called a fucking bitch and being told I was gonna die got me so horny."

"So horny," I said, "she wants to do it again."

Scott, quietly bemused by the turn of conversation, suddenly piped up: "Well if it's so fucking good, how about we see this video."

Jenny gave him a mock slap: "He has always wanted to see your tits Debbie."

"I don't mind if he does," said Debbie. "My darling husband did a brilliant job on the editing, I looked gorgeous and my acting was Oscar quality, so why not show it all off.

"Well," said Scott, "you've got that bloody, no pun intended, big home theatre, and I am sure Andy and Joe won't mind a bit of hetero gore."

"We'll do whatever we need to Scott just so you can see Deb's boobs," said Andy. Joe laughed and nodded.

"So, to the theatre room it is, I think Deb, is that all right?" I said.

"I'm in," she replied, "who's following?"

There was a rumble of chairs being moved as six people headed into the theatre room.

"What's all this," said Andy, looking at the table/altar and the candelabra.

"You just have to wait and see," said Debbie.

"I can't wait to see your video," said Scott. "And Deb's tits," said Jenny slapping him again.

I inserted the USB which I had in my pocket just in case this moment came to pass into the projector and dimmed the lights.

I had added a big Hollywood style intro, growling lion and all, and a title which was a play on that other Debbie movie: Debbie Does Death.

I'd also put a tint over the video to give it a bit of an eerie, shadowy look.

There was the first shot, looking at her spreadeagled on the coffee table.

There was a gasp from Jenny. "Fuck Debs, you're not hiding much. Scott will need to adjust his pants in a minute."

It was considerably less than a minute before Scott adjusted his pants.

The video moved to the side on shot and after our improvised, well, very professional in my view, improvised dialogue, I stabbed Debbie the first time and the blood spurted out onto the flimsy material that wasn't hiding much.

"Shit that really does look real," said Andy. "Remind me to buy one of those for us."

Joe laughed: "A body suit or a knife?"

"Both," roared Andy.

Then, as I stabbed her again, there were more screams.

When the knife went in for the third time, lower towards her clearly visible, blood covered bush, Scott adjusted his pants again.

Then as I slid down one of the straps and played with Debbie's breasts Andy piped up with: "Well look at you girl. I could turn just to kiss that."

He ducked as Joe swung a soft punch.

Scott adjusted his pants again when I revealed the second breast and stabbed it.

Then Debbie did her death scene and I rolled a credit over the end: No tits were injured in the making of this movie.

"Bravo," said Andy," great acting Debs."

"And I suppose you're going to say, 'great tits Deb'," Jenny said to Scott, who was still adjusting himself.

"I suppose you'll now want us to add this to our bedroom repertoire. But, Debs, doesn't it hurt when he sticks that thing into your skin?"

Debbie smiled. "Not really, you feel the force, but it's the cue to begin screaming and squirming even more... and then dying. Fuck I was turned on by it all."

"So much so you want to do it again?" said Jenny.

"So much so she wants to do it again tonight," I said, sensing my chance to set Debbie up after she had embarrassed me at the dinner table.

"You wanna know the last thing she whispered to me in our post-coital reverie after that night?"

"He can't not tell us know," declared Andy to the gathering.

"He won't need to tell you," Debbie said, obviously not embarrassed at all. "I will. They also have videos where a naked blonde gets stabbed and sacrificed on the altar by the high priest or the devil, or whoever it is with a whole bunch of people chanting away."

"Aaah," a whole chorus seemed to say: "the new hair colour.

That was my cue: "She told me she wanted to be sacrificed. And reckoned you would help out in the chanting department. I reminded her the chanters tend to get nude too but that didn't deter her."

"Wouldn't deter me now," said Joe. "So that's what this table is, the altar, and the candelabra, all very witchy. Come on Andy, you've always wanted to see that package that poor old Scott's been adjusting, so let's get this show on the road.

"Well, I," Jenny started, then stopped. "Oh, bugger it, why not, so long as Scott can control himself."

For the first time in a while, Scott sat unmoved.

"I guess that's a yes then," I said. "One more thing, are you happy for me to film it? Nobody outside this room ever gets to see it."

"I don't care if I end up on Heavy-R all naked," said Andy.

"Well, I do," said Jenny," I'm a schoolteacher remember in a school full of pubescent teenagers?"

"No one outside this room, ever, ever, ever," I said. "There is only to be one copy and it stays here under lock and key. If you want to watch it again, you have to come here, with the permission of all the others."

"Given the great job you did with editing the Debbie Does Death film, I say go for it," said Scott. "Just promise to get my good side, which is a front on shot."

Another whack from Jenny.

"Okay, costume time," said Debbie.

"Costumes?" said Andy, "aren't we going to be naked?

"Not to start with," said Debbie. "Our high priest has to be in his best garb, and the sacrifice needs to have a flowing robe."

"What about us?" said Jenny.

"All will be revealed, literally" said Debbie. "Nobody moves!"

She swayed out of the room while five people looked at each other, smiled and shrugged.

"She's done this before, she won't be long," I said.

When Debbie returned, she had the box that had arrived mid-week out of which she took four red garments.

"These are your robes, you take your clothes off, and put these on," she said as she handed them to Andy, Joe, Jenny and Scott.

Andy opened his out first. "Well, it will be easy to put on, and take off, by the look of it, it doesn't cover a lot" he said with a laugh.

Then Deb took out another robe, a heavily embroidered one, black and gold, and handed it to me.

"And you'll be wanting these."

She handed me the knife, and then, out of the box, she pulled a goats head mask. My god, she had been paying attention to that video - or perhaps watched it again.

"I must leave you know to get my costume, I expect you will all be in yours by the time I get back," Debbie said.

"She's done this before, she won't be long," I said, smiling at my little joke: "I guess we'd better be ready. If her costume is anything like the last one, it won't take long to put on."

Andy and Joe stripped off and put their clothes to the side, then helped each into their robes.

"You look gorgeous," said Andy. "You too," said Joe, just as sweetly.

Scott took off his clothes and put on his robe.

Jenny hesitated but then, and I half expected this given our brief assignation, or her attempt at one, disrobed while looking straight at me.

I admit, I felt a little stirring down below. Even with the lights still turned down, I could see she was a goodlooking woman, breasts slightly larger than Debbie's and generally in great shape. She put on the robe but made no real attempt to cover her body.

I had put on my robe and wondered about this goats head thing but thought, if it's what Debbie wants.

From out of the sound system in the home theatre there came chanting sounds. Debbie had thought of everything.

At the same time, she returned in a diaphanous robe that flowed out behind her.

I went to the cameras which I had set up when I did the altar, all five of them, my whole production kit this time. I switched on the record button on all of them, including the two attached to the ceiling, their red lights flashing in, well anticipation, I guess.

"So, here's how it goes," said Debbie. "The high priest knows his role, he's watched the same video, too."

She looked me straight in the eye and I knew what she meant. She wanted me to have sex with her, or at least fake it, before the sacrifice.

If I kept my robe over both of us, no person, or the five cameras, would know if we were faking it or note.

"All the rest of you need to do," Debbie continued, "is chant with the music, and disrobe when he gets to stabbing me.

"I will get up on the altar, and when I say action, it's action."

With that she got up on to the table and eased herself forward so that her legs were over the edge, splayed, open, ready to receive the high priest, I guessed, well knew.

I put on the goats head, Debbie laid back and called out "action."

Scott, Jenny, Andy and Joe began chanting along with the sound system, repeating the words "sacrifice her" over and over.

I moved to the end of the "altar" and went into impro mode again.

"Gods of the Earth, you have given us this virgin to be offered to you.'

I swear Jenny sniggered at the word virgin. They had known each other since their school days, when Debbie had offered up her virginity to a bloke called Darren behind the gymnasium.

"Gods of the earth," I continued in my best high priest voice," accept this offering."

I pulled aside Debbie's diaphanous robe from her legs and pulled my own over both of us as I moved in between her legs. Fuck, I had an erection.

Debbie moaned. "Please don't, please don't do this to me," she said in a weak voice."

"The Gods have spoken," I said. "You must yield to them."

The altar was high enough for me to press my erection against her. I felt her legs spread even further. Before I knew it, I was in.

"No," she said, "no." This must not happen."

But it was happening and Debbie was responding, whether in character or not.

"No, no, no," she moaned but her vaginal muscles around my cock were screaming "yes, yes, yes!"

"Gods of the Earth, we offer you this sacrifice," I managed to get out despite the overwhelming sensation of fucking Debbie. I knew if we were to get to the sacrifice bit though, I had to stop now.

I withdrew from here. She moaned again.

"Gods of the Earth, are you ready to receive this sacrifice?"

The chanting suddenly grew louder from the four people around us, all of whom took their cue perfectly, casting off their robes.

Scott, now unable to adjust his pants, was sporting a huge erection.

I didn't dare look at Andy and Joe, as I moved between them to be on the side of the altar where I had put the knife.

Scott and Jenny stood on the other side of the altar.

"Now is the time Gods of the Earth to send you this gift, the life blood of this young woman, pure and chaste."

Debbie let out a scream that seemed to come from deep within her. She was really into this.

I pulled the diaphanous robe aside to fully expose her breasts.

She screamed again. "No, no, no."

"Gods of the Earth, I begin her journey to you now."

I plunged the dagger into Debbie's belly.

Thank the gods of the earth and everywhere else the home theatre was soundproof.

She screamed an almighty scream as the blood spurted out of the knife.

"I continue the journey and I will make her ready for you," I continued.

The chanting grew even louder. "Sacrifice her, sacrifice her, sacrifice her."

I plunged the knife in again, more blood, more screams and Debbie arched her back in faux pain, fully exposing her neatly shaven bush.

I only noticed now she had trimmed it since our first night.

I plunged the knife in again, this time into that bush, and it turned red and Debbie let out of wailing moan.

She was turned on. I took it as a sign to begin fondling her breasts.

Then I had an evil thought, well as the devil's supposed high priest, I was entitled to, wasn't I?

Andy, who had already expressed his admiration for Debbie's tits, was beside me, closest to her head, and breast. I took his hand and put it on one exposed tit.

I heard a little sigh, two if truth be told.

Then, I reached across the altar, not to Scott, but to Jenny, and took her hand and placed it on the other exposed tit.

Not just Debbie moaned now. I heard Jenny let out her own little sigh... reliving a moment that had happened between two schoolgirls a long time ago.

Andy's hand was gently caressing Debbie, but Jenny was squeezing the tit and playing with Debbie's nipples as I noticed how her own were now standing out.

Then, she leaned forward and kissed Debbie on the breast, not a peck, but a long slow, tongue kiss.

Debbie had to know it wasn't me.

She moaned, a moan I would turn into a scream as I said: "Gods of the Earth, your servants have prepared our offering to you, I send her to you know."

I eased Andy's hand away and stabbed Debbie in that tit. There was a blood curdling scream.

I motioned Jenny out of the way and as she stood back, Scott, his arousal already self-evident, began kissing his also now obviously aroused wife, running his fingers around her hard nipples.

I plunged the knife into Debbie's other nipple that still had Jenny's kissing juices on it.

A final scream, more blood and a gurgling sound.

Blood began to pour from Debbie's mouth.

Fuck, have I really killed her, I thought, but remembered in the videos how the women had also bled from the mouth.

Another prop. Somehow Debbie had kept a little capsule of fake blood in her mouth all that time she was screaming.

She had thought of everything.

Then the gurgling stopped, and her body fell limp. I watched her death scene in admiration as she lay there, still, her body, totally naked but for the dishevelled diaphanous robe, which hid little anyway, all covered in blood.

It was a few moments before I noticed that Joe and Andy were no longer beside me but had moved into a darker corner of the room and were involved in their own passion.

And Scott's and Jenny had moved beyond their embrace. They were fucking, a stand-up fuck, oblivious to everything else, before falling to the floor, the noises of their sex audible above the chanting from the sound system.

As Debbie lay still on the altar, I remember another word I had said on the Heavy-R videos. Necromancy, divine communication with the dead.

I moved back to her end of the altar, threw back my robe and rammed my penis in between Debbie's bloodied bush the way I had rammed the knife into her tits.

Needless to say, the necromancy worked, she came alive and we fucked until an orgasm sated us both.

The lights were still low, but the chanting had stopped. The only sounds now was the aftermath of sex.

"Fuck that made me horny" said Debbie, a whisper, but audible to everyone. "It was all I could do to stay in character and not jump on you before you my death throes.

"I gather our friends might have had the same experience."

Jenny and Scott lay in each other's arms on the carpeted floor.

Andy and Joe were somewhere in the darkness of the home theatre making soft post coital, if that's the correct term for them, noises.

"I guess all that's left now is to see if the video is as good as that one on Heavy-R," said Debbie.

"Shall we re-gather next Saturday night."

Whispers and moans of agreement followed as people began to look for their clothes, all except Debbie, who dropped the diaphanous robe to the floor and headed for a shower.

"I'll be back in a moment," she said. "The high priest will pour you some more wine. A heavenly libation, since he's still in his costume."

It was only then that I realised I still had on the goats head mask and my robe was still on but wide open at the front.

"Fuck it," I thought. "Why bother changing!"

So, semi-naked, I poured our guests some more of the expensive wine purchased just for this night.

"There will be more of the same next Saturday when I can play the video, too," I said.

"Same wine or something else," said Jenny. "I think it might just be my turn, and turn on, judging by what Debs keeps telling us, to be sacrificed."

We all knew where this was going, and I was all for it.

I would love to put a hand on both of those generously sized tits of Jenny's, and maybe, completely in character of course, kiss it.

And maybe more. I thought I'd done a good enough job as the high priest to stay in the job.

"No buddy," bellowed Scott, reading my mind, "you don't get to fuck my wife on my watch."

I am sure I saw Jenny slump just a little in her chair... just Debbie re-entered the room after her shower, now bloodless but still naked.

"Fuck off Scott," she said. "My husband is the only high priest in this place. I put all this together. It's either my way, or no way if we sacrifice Jenny, and I think that's a bloody good idea, Jen.

Jen sat up again, a Mona Lisa smile on her face.

"I guess, Scott, we'll know which way you choose if you turn up next Saturday."

That very same next Saturday could be very interesting indeed. Or not!