The monster seemed to smile as the little girl’s panic reached a fever pitch, forcing his long hard cock a little farther into her, tearing its way between her tight inner walls, assisted by the slime his member excreted.
“That’s it!” the woman laughed, fingering herself furiously as the other cultists writhed on the floor behind her, each frantically pleasuring themselves as they watched the serpent beast begin to take the innocent little virgin they had captured, “She is yours, and yours alone, Yithsogoth! Savor her sweet innocence and tear away her childhood, make her a woman in your name, my Master!”
“Nooo!” the girl exclaimed, shaking her head as her tear blurred vision caught sight of the creature’s long thin cock sliding farther, the numbing pain made worse by the subtle sounds her pussy made as her muscles were forced apart, only stopping as Yithsogoth reached hymen, “Stop it! Take it out! It-! It hurts!”
The creature let out a grunting laugh as its front legs moved to grip her naked shoulders, the long-curved claws not quite piercing the girl’s skin as she was held in an iron grip, giving Yithsogoth a moment to prepare for his final assault.
“Now! There is little time!” the female cultist hissed between gritted teeth, forcing her fingers from herself before scrambling across the stone floor to the base of the altar. Once there, she pushed open the small stone compartment at the front and reached into the dark alcove, pulling out a large silver chalice.
At the same time, Yithsogoth pulled himself back, the little girl beneath him screaming in pain and terror as his cock dragged back against her inner walls, causing them to tear painfully away from his member. Once her pain-filled pussy was empty and had once more sealed itself against intrusion, the monster pressed himself against her again, savoring the little one’s screams as his bulging cock easily slipped past her outer defenses and the girl’s muscles gripped him ever tighter, trying to push the beast back out.
The cultist grinned as she brought the chalice up under Yithsogoth, holding it near the peculiar groove at the end of the altar, her body shaking with desire and anticipation as she watched the serpent’s cock disappear into the young girl’s virgin pussy, once more sliding back slightly before moving forward again.
“Fuck her!” the woman whispered harshly, swallowing hard as she reached around her Master’s cock, one of her long fingers pressing cruelly against the little victim’s clit before making hard circular motions against it, sending a new wave of pain through the girl’s small body.
“Use her! Make her little more than a receptacle for your pleasure, Master!” the cultist begged over the girl’s screaming and crying, her finger continuing its less than gentle assault, “Fill this little cunt with your seed and make her bare your sacred children!”
The girl looked up at the woman’s words, her mouth going wide as her frightened expression showed her inner conflict, now even more desperate to dislodge the beast’s cock that threatened to steal away her virginity.
“You- You can’t!” the adolescent pleaded, all logic fleeing her mind in the face of all the pain and terror, “I- I don’t want to get pregnant! No! Not from a snake! I hate snakes!”
The cultist glowered, sneering angrily, and taking the little one’s clit between her thumb and forefinger before squeezing and twisting it cruelly. “How-?! How dare you?!” the woman demanded, her anger hardly subsiding as the girl arched her back, her screams echoing off the ancient walls as the snakes across her body struggled to remain upon her, “This is Yithsogoth, last of the true dragons! You should be honored to give yourself to him!”
“But- But why?” the girl sobbed, crying as she shook her head, watching as the creature’s cock slid more easily in and out of her, stretching the little virgin wide apart, but always stopping before breaking her hymen, “Why me?!”
The woman chuckled softly, smiling up at the thrusting serpent with fondness before kissing his flank softly. “Because” she replied with an evil grin, glancing back into the adolescent’s eyes with a dark gleam in her own, “our Master requires a virgin sacrifice. All the other girl’s at your school are sluts! They’ve all spread their legs for the boys, but you haven’t! That’s why we needed you, and you alone!”
“Nooo!” the little girl cried, dropping her head back down and cursing herself, believing the woman’s words despite their improbability, and giving her a desperate lie, “But I- I’m a slut too! I- I’ve done. done it lots of times with guys! It- He can’t use me! I’m no good to you!”
The cultist threw her head back laughing, the hood of her black robe falling away to reveal the woman’s thick locks of golden hair and all too familiar features.
“M- Ms. Henderson!” the girl exclaimed in sudden horror, feeling even more embarrassed by her naked vulnerability, held underneath a monstrous serpent as it slowly raped her, “But- But you- You’re my English teacher! This-! You-! You can’t do this!”
The woman laughed again, her hand moving slowly across the girl’s body, lightly caressing the snakes that moved across it before taking a firm hold of her student’s small, perky breast. “Why can’t I, Millie?” the teacher turned cultist inquired in an all too sweet tone, her sarcastic grin seemingly more menacing to the girl than the near constant pressure against her hymen, “What better way to keep tabs on potential sacrifices than to work in a school for girls? I’m sure my Master doesn’t mind that I’ve betrayed you, now does he?”
Millie screamed again, barely noticing as Yithsogoth’s body began to shake, the head of his cock held firmly against the resistance of her virginity, steadily increasing the pressure as the tension built.
“Why.? Oh why-?!” the girl pleaded, closing her eyes, and shaking her head against the pain, her fingers clenching into fists as her teacher held the cup a little closer to the end of the altar, licking her lips in anticipation.
“Because, Millie,” the woman replied, squeezing the girl’s breast hard as her fingers crushed her small nipple, “You were born for this moment!”
The woman’s laughter mixed and mingled with the girl’s screams nearly drowning out the moaning of the other cultists as Yithsogoth pressed harder, the head of his oddly shaped cock pushing forward until it began to break through the girl’s hymen, tearing through it mercilessly as the phallus expanded in width, shuddering as Millie remained all too conscious of the pain that filled her body.
“That’s it!” the girl’s teacher exclaimed as she let out a pleading howl of almost animalistic pain, the monster’s fiery hot member bursting the virgin’s hymen and tearing further into her as it suddenly spurted out Yithsogoth’s vile seed.
“No! No! Nooo!” Millie screamed and yelled as she found herself impaled upon the monster’s massive cock, her hips forced off the altar as the creature began thrusting harder and harder into her, mindless in its orgasm, “It hurts! It hurts! Please, Ms. Henderson, please make it stop!”
“Never!” the woman laughed in response, grinning madly as Yithsogoth’s cum spurted out from around his cock, forcing Millie’s labia further apart, making lewd noises as the initial load shot out from around the sides of the near perfect seal and splattered across the teacher’s face, “You’re his! And now nothing can change that!”
Even as Yithsogoth’s cock filled her completely, quickly ravaging her body with quick, hard thrusts, and his thick, hot cum filled her aching pussy, Millie still shook her head, crying in her denial.
“This-! This can’t be happening!” the girl insisted, the creature’s middle set of legs grasped her sides as Yithsogoth tried to force more of his impossibly long cock into her, his member still spurting as the rape continued.
“Get ready!” the teacher/cultist called over her shoulder, holding the chalice in both hands and holding it up just under the rise of Millie’s bottom as the sticky, disgusting mixture trickled out from around the sides of the serpent’s cock, where it formed rivulets that drained down between the young girl’s ass cheeks before dripping into the chalice.
Millie closed her eyes as Yithsogoth began giving her slower, harder thrusts, ensuring that his dark seed would find her womb, the last of his hot cum spurting out into her as his body shuddered. She then yelped as her hips fell to the altar, the long thin cock that had impaled her slipping loose, leaving the girl with a sense of hollowness that became a dull ache as her inner walls pressed slowly closed once more, sealing in the rest of the serpent’s cum.
Her teacher smiled as the rest of the foul ooze dribbled along the groove in the altar and into her cup, grinning up at Millie as the strange mixture of fluids filled it nearly to capacity before standing up once more.
“Now my children!” Ms. Henderson proclaimed, turning to face her followers, and holding the sacred chalice high above her head, “The dragon’s immortality shall be ours! Come forth, drink of his power!”
Millie stared at her English teacher in disbelieving, disgusted horror as the woman brought the silver chalice to her lips and took a deep drought of the mixture as each of the other cultists came forth and knelt before her to accept a portion of the terrible potion.
***
Millie snapped awake as Ms. Henderson placed the assignment on her desk and moved on, still explaining what she expected from the class. The girl smiled, giggling softly to herself as watched her attractive teacher walk back towards the front of the room, blushing softly at her own musings.
‘Oh, Millie,’ she told herself giving the list of questions on Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night a disapproving look, ‘You’re such a pervert! As if anything like that could ever happen.’
But the girl’s thoughts were interrupted as the bell that signaled the end of class went off midway through what Ms. Henderson was saying. Without hesitation, Millie stood and cleared out of the classroom along with her other friends, leaving Ms. Henderson alone in the room.
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