Satanist Cult Ladies - Part III

[Miguel Tavares]

     Althana was ready to summon Lilith, the men devour. A slave was tied down, trembling as it was of his nature, grunting to the indifferent void. All the witches dancing around an altar of tall candles, dancing in deep trance, hypnotized by their own adoration, eyes-mooned. Althana wears nothing but snakes. The vipers crawl over her shoulders, shiver the high-priestess, go back and forth and finally rest looped on her neck, a beautiful slipknot of poisonous snakes. Althana breastfeed the snakes with her profane milk, a viper suck heavily on her nipple, trading milk for poison. The cult ladies watch the feeding, moan, chirp to mimic birds, pee into the candles, kiss, masturbate each other. The night is glorious and free like the beginning of time, oh freedom! There never were a single true commandment, but the night. There never were a single true commandment, but desire. There never were a single true commandment, but flesh. Flesh is the true papyrus of god; write your obsession.

- It is time, my children! - said Althana - Let's rejoice our strenght through male sacrifice, let's give the night blood that shines more than the stars!

- Hail, high-priestess! - answered the coven

- Hail, my sister. - agreed Imogen

     The slave started to speak into a strange dialect, maybe the dialect of fools. He was unaware of the great opportunity that was upon him, to witness the return of Lilith, the men devour. His own flesh was to be the appetizer of the night, a meal of fibers and tissue, sauced with blood. Blood is the father of sauces, the gourmet touchstone. Althana already ate half a slave today and saved the rest for the day after. She was an elegant woman, gentle whenever possible, but outrageous as it comes to gender war. In the back of her bedroom she had a closet full of war prizes, a collection of stuffed genitals, severed with precision.

     They began chanting secret words... and the atmosphere grew magical. Some satanists even drooled, caught by a sleepy ecstasy. Others got a supernatural fever and started mumbling and aching, sweating through every pore, soaked into delirious dreams. A witch took another into her lap and started whispering comforting words, like those to calm a scared child; a tender scene to look at.

- You're going to get better, pumpkin'. Sssshhh, calm down. - she said, playin with the other nipples

- Come forth, Lilith, the men devour. - screamed the high-priestess

     And in a burst of light, a pale woman tattoed from toe to butt to neck with strange images rose. She came directly to the genitals of the male, as she was following the scent of his manhood. A crude bite trapped both balls inside a predator dental arch, saliva soaked his bollocks, saliva mixed with blood. She was furiously twisting them as her head moved frantically sideways, the slave put out a sharp scream, started contorting. The witches began their bird chirping again, which seems to made Lilith blood-thirsty furious. She began chewing his balls like gum. Punched his chest multiple times, like it were a drum. Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh. The slave was singing too, in his own demented way. Lilith starts to separate his left nut, pulling it to the side, it appeared against her cheek. Pain was unbearable, his balls were compressed, teeth-marked, abused. Lilith finally looked up, gazing at the moon and with a quick movement of hands, pinched, stretched up to the sky, testing their elasticity, making the slave go nuts, she ripped both balls out. Blood poured like a fountain. Slave passed, the crowd applauded.

- Miguel Tavares