A Nude Ritual: 'Cleansing' a Virgin

The Nude Ritual: 'Cleansing' the Demon Out of the Cult Girl

I was petrified.

I'd just turned 18 a few days ago, and it was my turn to undergo the 'cleansing' ritual for all newly young adult women going out into the 'new world'. The high priest of our community of New Haven had everything prepared for this night's events, where my energies were to be harvested and realigned under the height of the full moon. According to our bible, a woman possesses a dormant demon inside her that must be excised before she can graduate into life outside of our safe little community. While I'd heard of the stories from other women in New Haven who had been placed through the ritual themselves, it was still something heavily cloaked in mystery and ambiguity. I was scared and anxious in the weeks, days and hours leading up to my fated event of 'womanhood.'

Now, I stood there in the clearing under the full moon, wearing nothing but a white cloak that had been handed to me back at our little village. We were deep in the woods, and the trees around us locked us in, obscuring the skies with their bushy canopies. My people were gathered all around us in a circle, wearing masks of deer skulls, blocking any exit. I'd been told that the demonic energy that could be released from me might make me try to run away, so everyone was there to keep me safe within this circle. I couldn't have been more grateful.

I'd asked if there would be pain, but my high priest had assured me that this 'cleansing' was likely to be much more pleasurable than painful for me. He told me to try my best to resist the demon as it came out from me, because that would get the ritual over with more quickly. In essence, if I could remain quiet as they put me through all sorts of rigorous tests, then they would declare me free of the demon and I would be allowed to go. If I was still making a feral racket, then the demon still had me in its possession and they would have to submit me to further procedures.

So, I was nervous. Truthfully, I was scared of this demon that lay dormant within me. I was terrified that when it was unleashed, it would kill me. I didn't want to be so helpless and powerless. I clung onto the reassurance the high priest gave me, and could only hope the ritual would be over and done with swiftly.

The high priest was saying some prayers for me now, blessing me with droplets of holy water. He led me over to this huge tree stump in the middle of the clearing and instructed me to disrobe. Self-consciously, but not wanting to hold up the ritual, I slowly removed my cloak. Instantly, the chilly night air clung to my skin. With some embarrassment, my nipples hardened in the cold. I was acutely aware of everyone staring and watching me as the high priest told me to lie back on the tree stump and direct my gaze towards the moon overhead. It was really searingly awkward, considering that I'd known everyone since birth. Now, they were able to see every little detail of me, every inch of my skin. I grimaced as I climbed onto it, feeling the hard wood prod my back and buttocks quite uncomfortably, bringing a sweeping cold into my bones. I shivered, longing for the warmth and protection of my cloak again.

"We bless Christina's soul tonight with the powers invested in our community..." my high priest began, taking a bottle of some sort of cleansing agent and pouring it liberally over my naked body. I tried to keep quiet as he doused me in it. It didn't seem like regular water, because everywhere it landed, it sparked little fires on my skin, making me come alive. I gasped softly as my priests' hands descended upon me, rubbing the cleansing lotion into my skin with deft strokes, gliding easily over my bare breasts with over-familiarity. To my humiliation, my nipples peaked as he spread the lotion into my mounds. It wasn't supposed to feel so--but it felt kind of good, or should I say not bad?

"Oh, the devil is in you, alright," the high priest murmured to me as he took my nipples between his fingers and pinched hard. I gasped, squirming under his touch as he kept his fingers clamped down on my buds. He plucked them as far off my body as possible, making my breasts oblongate in the most obscene ways. "That's the devil speaking right now," he said, pointing out my flushed skin, my pebbled nipples and my hastening breath.

"Guard your mind against him, Christina. Borrow from the energies of the moon and resist the devil's advances." He looked meaningfully at me, before directing me to keep my gaze on the full moon high above me. Swallowing nervously, I looked away from the movements of his hands on my chest, sparking strange, wicked feelings in me that seemed to crawl south towards the intersection of my legs, and tried to remain focused on the great glowing white ball of cheese in the sky.

The high priest began speaking in tongues, something I couldn't understand, and then everyone in my community began chanting in unison. I startled as the woods went from eerie silence to a weird cacophony of creepy noises instead, low-pitched repetitive moans and groans that choked the air. The priest's hands drifted over my torso, coasting over my waist and hips, then pushed my legs apart, staying on my inner thighs as he paused, looking between my legs. My heart hammered in my chest. What was he looking at? What did he see? It was so humiliating that this wizened old man was touching me where nobody had touched me before. His stillness compounded the fears rioting within me and I wanted to look at him, pull my gaze away from the moon--

But there was something healing and calming about keeping the moon in my sights. I'd been staring at it long enough that it seemed to envelope me in a cool embrace, its enigmatic glow settling over me like a second skin.

Suddenly, the priest moved. His fingers smeared more of that cleansing lotion into the space between my legs. I gasped, feeling myself touched in this private space that even I had never touched before aside from showering and cleaning myself there. I hadn't even known that such complex feelings could blossom in that region. I twitched upon that tree stump as his fingers pressed into my hole, slipping in and out, dragging slowly, meticulously, over my outer folds. My breathing accelerated, that space between my legs burning up and growing wetter and wetter as the high priest hummed some hymns in a different language, his face almost awkwardly too close to that most intimate part of me.

I wanted to ask all sorts of questions but knew now wasn't the time. Trust the process, he had told me in the days leading up to this ritual. It was hard to, not when it felt so personal. Something built up within me--was that the demon? Fear gripped me, seizing my entire body as something came upon me, spiralling through my core. It suddenly became a lot harder to keep my mouth closed and myself still, especially once the high priest started doing something to that little button above my hole.

Daring to peel my gaze away from the moon for just a split second, I gasped as all I saw was the priest's hair down between my legs, his head bobbing up and down as he rubbed his face against me. That was what was causing these great sensations snaking through my inner thighs, burning through my lower belly? I caught sight of his tongue lapping at that little button, and fought to keep myself quiet, my hands automatically moving to the edges of the tree stump seeking something to grip and anchor myself. Any second now, buffeted by the waves of pleasure radiating out from where the high priest was buried between my thighs, I felt like I could be blown away, swept out to a tormenting ocean of lost screams and girls.

"I'm cleansing you now, Christina," the high priest paused from his ritualistic sermons to mutter so that only I could hear. "You definitely taste of the devil. I can smell him in you. He's potent. I have to use all my powers and knowledge to draw him out of you. Just try to keep as quiet as possible and let him out." He plunged his face back against my little button, sending me spiralling back mercilessly into that ocean of overwhelm.

His words seemed a contradiction. How could I let him out without making noise? It seemed that the devil in me would take me by force, making me scream as it tore through me like a tornado. As I gripped that tree stump for dear life, sure my fingernails were digging holes into it, this frenetic energy built within my core in cycles, rising and falling, cresting and ebbing like great tidal waves. I'd never felt anything like this before, and was sure it was the demon the priest was talking about. But... was the devil supposed to feel so... good?

I tried to contain it by instinct, scared that it would grow too big and drown me in its depths, but the priest continued to tell me to let go, to let go... As his fingers plunged in and out of my hole, I resolutely tried to freeze up like a board, otherwise I thought my body would do the complete opposite: either melt into the stump or jerk about wildly, like a fish out of water. But then his thumb...

"Oh! Oh!" I couldn't stop the words from flying free from my mouth as he inserted his thumb into my asshole! My eyes widened almost comically as my eyes flickered downwards to see the priest pumping his hand vigorously into both my holes, his tongue working overtime against my little nub. This time, staying still wasn't an option. I convulsed in time to his rhythmic motions, and my moans only fled my mouth faster and faster, beginning to feel wildly uncontrollable. I cried out, tears streaming down my face as he plugged my asshole even deeper than before, until it felt like his entire thumb had driven into me.

"Please, oh! Oh, I can't take it!" I screamed, by now completely bouncing up and down on the tree stump. It felt like my back probably had a bunch of splinters in them now from how I rubbed against its base, shoved back and forth in time to the high priest's rocking.

"That's the demon coming out!" the high priest yelled. "I need reinforcements!"

Suddenly, I was surrounded by a number of my people, closing in on me from all sides. I couldn't tell who was who since they were all wearing those terrifying deer skull masks, but they were all men since they unsheathed their cocks from their cloaks almost simultaneously and began touching themselves in unison, stroking their lengths right above me. I startled, shrinking back as they wagged their cocks in my face, slapped my breasts with them, beat my stomach with the tips of them. I screamed, shocked, as two of the cocks erupted over me, splattering my breasts with hot milky fluids. The two men groaned thunderously, jerking about in their places as ropes of those fluids whipped out of their manhoods.

"Cleanse her!" the high priest called out. I felt so close on the edge of something, although what that something was, I had no clue. I was scared to fall over it. But, before I could worry about that, two of the men flanking either side of me grabbed my hands and wrapped my little fingers around their cocks. I slammed back against the tree stump, shocked to feel twin cocks in my hands for the first time ever. Together, they moved my hands along their lengths, grunting harshly as they used me to pump their shafts. The uncontrollable heated feeling inside me grew ever more vast, swelling as my fingers ran over the head of their cocks, as fluids leaked from their tips to coat my digits.

Then the guy standing over my head began lowering his hips towards me. I only had a moment to gasp, completely shocked as he slapped my face with his giant cock, then buried it in my mouth. I screamed, trying to protest against the invasion, but he didn't care, pressing his enormous length down into my cavity, flattening my tongue, bruising my lips, forcing my jaw apart.

"That will help mute the devil in you!" the high priest called out, encouraging the man to drive his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I struggled, trying to move my hands to push him off me, terrified that he'd choke me to death, but the men kept my hands pinned to their cocks, and the man above me simply pushed steadily further in, until the head of his cock began penetrating my throat. Tears leaked like rain from my eyes as I could do nothing but adjust to his size, pray that he didn't take me out. My sobs rang out muffled around the cock prying my lips apart.

"You're doing well, Christina! Caleb seems to be helping you suppress the demon."

Caleb?! It was Caleb's cock plugging my mouth right now? Caleb, the guy who'd always bullied me growing up, who always gave me a hard time any time our paths met? My struggles against him increased tenfold, but I swore I only heard some proud chuckles from behind his mask as he fisted my hair and drove himself even further into me.

And then, from behind the mask, his cruel voice, shooting down upon my face like hail: "Damn, little pea, if I'd known you'd feel this good, I would have facefucked you sooner."

I couldn't believe this was happening to me! Tears welled up faster than ever before as I tried to push him off me, but then the high priest finally took me over the edge. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" was all I could do, helplessly screaming muffled sobs against Caleb's intrusion as the devil unleashed within me, forcing my body to jump about on the tree stump, my hips bucking up hard against the priest's face. I'd never felt anything like this before, this most potent pleasure. It drowned me, making me come apart like a house in a storm, and as my hole clenched over and over again, the priest withdrew his fingers from me...

Only to insert something much thicker and longer. I screamed and screamed as he penetrated my hole, feeling something break within me as he pushed past my defenses and slammed all the way in, hitting the very internal ends of me. I felt the devil thrash about within me, wrecking havoc in my veins, boiling up my blood, making me go mad with fury and lust and all things I couldn't even begin to put words to. The priest thrust into me again and again and again, making my brain melt, making me sputter incoherently on the end of Caleb's cock in my mouth, until I burst again like a torrential storm, a waterfall going over a cliff, plunging into great pools.

Every time I thought these men couldn't penetrate me any deeper, they did, Caleb's feral groans punctuating the heady air as he fucked my face (is that what he called it) like the very demon himself trying to get out of me. Every time my mouth opened just that much further to cry out my pleasure, my pain, he pushed himself that much deeper into me, slamming in to silence me.

I felt the hot liquids splashing my breasts yet again as the men in my hands groaned, convulsing against me. I thrashed about on the ends of all these cocks as the demon took over me again and again, making me climax in ways I could never have conceived. I felt speared by the men for an eternity, but then, almost at the same time, they came with a roaring force, both thrusting into me that final time, jerking uncontrollably into my mouth and southern hole with such great velocity I, caught in the middle, didn't know where to go. Hot fluids invaded me from either end as they jerked their releases into me, cleansing me, washing me anew, killing the demon inside me. I struggled to swallow Caleb's juices faster than he could shoot them into me. The high priest and Caleb both collapsed on top of me, hands spasming, groping and mauling my tender skin, as my mind fried. All my nerve endings were frayed. I could do nothing but be, just feel nothing but electric pleasure illuminating my world.

Finally, finally!, the damn bastard Caleb withdrew from my mouth, at last allowing me to breathe freely. I gasped, gulping down air as my poor throat, feeling so sore and abused, wheezed, absolutely ravaged. Even through my tears and his deer skull mask, I thought I could see his egotistical satisfaction as he leered down at me, yanking my hair so my head was forced back, showing me who owned me.

"Is it over? Is the demon out of me?" I asked weakly, when I finally felt able to. The men gathered themselves, returning to their full heights above me, the high priest pulling out of me with a pop.

"We have managed to cleanse two of your holes, your weak spots," the high priest announced grandly, making me feel relieved--but only for a second. "We still need to excise him from your third hole."

My eyebrows furrowed. Where was my third hole?

Well, I didn't need to wait long to find out. Gasping as the men easily flipped me over, like they were simply rotating a spit in a campfire, the men shifted about, changing places. I twisted my head to see that Caleb had moved to my rear. His head was down, his eyes seeming to shine almost supernaturally as his gaze locked on my ass. Reaching down decisively to scoop my hips up, he forced my ass up into the air. Trepidation coursed through my veins as he took an emphatic step closer to me, his manhood at full mast again, ready to...

"Oh! No! No! No!" I screamed, fresh tears popping from my eyes as Caleb mounted me without warning, without apology. I nearly shot out of his hands like a cannonball, but he gripped my hips to him rigidly, sparing a second to throw a vindictive smirk my way before sheathing himself halfway into my asshole. I almost couldn't breathe from the pain that ricocheted through me. The scream that tore through my throat rang out through the clearing, making a couple of owls hidden away in trees dart off into the night sky, spooked.

"That's the demon in her, trying to consume her!" the high priest called, sounding alarmed, "Control yourself, Christina! Keep as quiet as you can, don't let the demon take over you!"

He was really starting to scare me, especially since he was acting like keeping quiet was within the realm of possibility. I couldn't quite adjust to Caleb's girth inside me, crying through the pain and how it felt like I just needed to poop. It was highly uncomfortable, not at all pleasurable like it was in the first instance, when the priest had slid inside my other hole. I cried out again, the screams of a tortured woman, as Caleb pressed deeper into me again, sliding another two inches past my tight entrance.

Without warning, someone whipped my ass, compounding my screams and shuddering gasps. I looked behind me, begging them to stop, and saw that one of the other men in deer skull masks had a belt in his hands. He slapped my ass every time a scream tore through my throat. I bucked forward roughly with every thrust from Caleb and slash of the wrist from this unknown fellow. I sobbed, feeling my nerve endings at their wits' end, as I was buffeted forward and dragged back yet again in what felt like unending torment.

"Beat the demon out of her!" The high priest encouraged his maniacal whipping. I'd never felt so punished in all my life. My ass had to be extremely red by now. The whipping subsided for a little as Caleb palmed my ass greedily, pulling my ass cheeks lewdly apart to spit on my asshole and help lubricate me just the tiniest bit as he pushed the rest of the way in. I sobbed out again, feeling much too full, flailing about on the tree stump, clawing at the edges of it, trying to get away.

"She needs reinforcements! The devil is getting too strong within her!" Indeed, I was convulsing about like a woman possessed. My mind felt like it was shattering, like soon I wouldn't be able to house a single coherent thought. Suddenly, I was being pulled upright, gasping as I was manhandled to sit back onto Caleb's cock. Oh my god, in this position, he was buried up my asshole even deeper than before. I moaned, trying to take him, feeling someone's hands groping my breasts as another man in a mask slid himself under me. He fidgeted with something near my waist, and then suddenly I was bouncing as he penetrated my other hole!

"Oh my god!" I screamed as the new cock buried itself between my legs, burrowing into me in a parallel channel to the one already lodged in my ass. If I'd thought I was too full with just Caleb in my back door, now I really was stuffed like a full turkey. I tried to protest, tried to beg them to release me, but just as I was suddenly mounted from below, someone yanked me forward by my hair, forcing me to abruptly find another cock in my face. Just as quickly as I saw it, it stuffed my mouth. My vision blurred as my cries cut off, muffled once again. Whoever was in front of me thrust deep to the back of my mouth, prodding into the recesses of my throat, making me gag. Now I really felt like a roast pig with an apple in its mouth on a spit. Fresh humiliation welled up in me, washing through my entire body as I was rocked into from every direction.

On the bright side, the whipping stopped since my cries were muted by the beast of a cock in my mouth. And as I finally adjusted to the girth in my lower holes, I was finally able to derive some pleasure from the ritual again. Being rocked into the man below me produced some kind of friction that rubbed deliciously on my little button, sending tingles down my inner thighs. I was beginning to gasp and moan, the devil coming out of me in new ways. I spiralled into a freefall, suddenly bursting onto the man below me, literally--I was suddenly jerking about, squirting almost like I was peeing uncontrollably, screaming into my restraints as I climaxed over and over and over again. The men around me groaned hard as my holes clenched around their cocks, milking them hard. The guy beneath me was completely soaked with my juices. I slid on him, now an effortlessly slippery surface, as they continued to drive the demon out of me, until finally I slumped against them, too exhausted to even attempt to hold my own weight up. They rocked into me again and again, lulling me into a deep sleep, and eventually I blacked out.

In and out of a dream I seemed to shift. Vaguely, I could hear the high priest declaring me completely cleansed, the demon driven out of me by these heroic men and himself. The ritual was a success. Relief lit weakly within me, more like a dying ember than the fresh flame of a young candle. Slowly, the crowd dispersed, the men pulling out of me and disappearing without another word.

I might have been left there on the giant tree stump, my naked body left defenseless against the wolves of the night--but someone scooped my limp body into their strong arms, and I felt myself being carried away several hundred metres through the shadowy trees, finally passing through the doorframe of a creaky house. I was deposited onto something soft and coarse at the same time. There was that sneaky little chuckle again--ugh, it must have been Caleb--and then someone was mounting me again, rocking into me even in my half-sleep state.

As he tried, now, to put the devil back in me.

End.