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Changing the game room into the fuck dungeon was... more time consuming than initially expected. Usually, it was a quick and simple process, but this time, they needed to move a whole bunch of props out and change the table's board, replacing it with one that had shackles set into it to immobilize a very fortunate victim.

But it was all necessary, and it'd pay off soon. Multiple cameras at a variety of angles were set up and concealed into the scenery. Dim lighting and tricks with fake cobwebs and paper mache were used to turn the mostly normal basement into a proper sex dungeon, which meant it only had a few more chains hanging from the ceiling and walls than the tabletop RPG night dungeon.

Three women in hooded robes walked into the room, using a few boards to simulate a hallway when in reality they came from the stairs, their usually distinct body shapes concealed by their thick robes. The one at the front was the only one whose skin was visible, as her left hand gripped a candelabrum, and the other was raised and holding the leather strap at the end of a long chain, which connected to a fourth woman.

This fourth woman wore only a hood that covered her face from the nose up, her hair, and the back of her head, connected to a black leather choker around her throat fastened with a steel buckle, leaving everything else completely bare, revealing light skin covered in red lines and welts, as well as in particular, her buttcheeks and chest being reddened, hand prints everywhere.

Murmurs that became an incomprehensible cacophony came from the hooded women, emanating from the shadowed and faceless wraith-like individuals as they dragged the naked woman, slowly, carefully, but inexorably, towards the table, each of her barefooted steps making a slight shuffling sounds as they approached the table.

As soon as they did, the trio of robed women separated, and the one with the leash moved to the head of the table and tugged the chained woman along into the proper position, then guided her gently but purposefully to lie down on the table.

The other two robed women took position on each side of the table as soon as the blindfolded woman laid down, and then swiftly moved her arms to the shackles and bound them in place, then did the same with the legs, swiftly, surely and without hesitation locking her in place, the clicking of the locks setting resounding over the disquieting murmurs.

The final step was the removal of the lead chain from the black choker, unhooking it from the steel buckle and gathering the chain together, then stuffed into an inner pocket of the robe.

The lead woman at the head of the restraining table raised her candelabrum, holding it with both hands like it was extremely heavy, and began to speak. "O Dark One, ye who blesses and protect us, we Witches dedicate the sacrifice of this one to you," she chanted, "we give you her body and her very soul, for you to devour and corrupt and consume," she spoke, "that you may continue to protect us, upholding our ancient and olden pact! If this sacrifice pleases you, Dark One, may you come and claim it!"

"We beseech thee Dark One," the other two robed women shouted, "accept our sacrifice!"

"We beseech thee, Dark One!" the trio repeated once more, more strongly, with greater conviction.

Red mist poured from the darkness in the room, and from within it, a dark shape took form. Tall, broad shouldered, with an enormous crown of twisted horns set upon its head. The light of the candelabrum illuminated it, and it became visible as it stepped out of the mist.

Skin the color of freshly spilt blood, glowing golden eyes and a blank, featureless face... it wore no clothes, revealing the extent of its body, and most importantly, revealing the extremely impressive red shaft, hanging limply and resting on equally impressive balls.

"O Dark One, blessed are we by your unholy presence!" the lead priestess shouted. 

"Blessed!" The other two echoed.

"Devour this sacrifice, corrupt her from within, as only you are capable of, turn her away from the foolishness of the light, and make her embrace the wonderful night!" the lead priestess said, gesturing at the captured woman. 

Her body was left in a cross spread position, with each of her limbs held in place by the shackles, and this just made her beauty even more noteworthy and evident. Long, smooth skinned limbs, an almost uniform healthy pink, colored only very slightly darker by exposure to the sun and reddened by the punishment already dispensed.

Puffy, stiff nipples, crowning modest breasts, dark pink, standing proudly at the center of her areolas. The demon's breathing came in hungry pants, as it moved forward, reaching with its long, muscular arm at the chest of the woman, grabbing at her breast, hard, rough, merciless, clearly testing her body, playing with it, checking the meat it had been offered.

"She has been made ready for you, O Dark One," the Priestess spoke.

"Y-Yes... each... p-part, thoroughly, prepared..!" one of the two lesser priestesses spoke, light glinting off of the crystal of her eyewear beneath the hood.

"From the tip of her toes, to the top of her head, all for you, O Dark One!" the shorter, stockier of the two lesser priestesses spoke more confidently.

The monster's breathing became a bit more erratic as it used its other hand to check at the bound woman's vagina, at first running a finger along the cleft of her mound, then sticking that same large red digit between the lips and into her hole, soon joined by a second one. A low growl came from the monster's featureless face, and his penis began to rise, the prodigious, large shaft becoming even bigger, becoming engorged and stiff as it rose to prominence, its dark purple tip standing out from the red skin of the shaft.

"T-The Dark One is pleased b-by our sacrifice..!" one of the lesser priestesses spoke, a gasp escaping her as she saw it grow and grow and soon become mighty and intimidating.

"We are very happy..!" the other priestess added, bowing slightly. 

"It is time, O Dark One, to devour this lamb!" the lead priestess called, placing the candelabrum down, well away from the table, and then gesturing at the naked and bound woman, as she began to breathe heavily, flushing in a darker red color that was clearly not from the hand prints and welts all over her body, not in the least.

The monster then moved forward, until it was leaning over the table, and more importantly, until it could begin teasing the wet labia with its immense red cock, growling lowly as it used one hand to guide its shaft and then to rub the tip against the sacrifice's entrance, spreading her lips as it did so.

Finally, it found whatever it was looking for, and placed both hands on the table, on each side of the woman's chest, firmly.

The three robed women let out triumphant screams as the sacrifice screeched out in untold agony and pleasure the moment the demon's extremely huge cock ripped right through her entrance and stuffed itself, in a single, powerful and undeniable thrust right into the deepest reachests of her being, but it was not even the start, no, the true start was the moment the demon sheathed itself fully, because it immediately pulled out, and then slammed itself back home again.

The muscular red monster relentlessly and mercilessly pounded the bound woman into the table, and her voice came out in cries and in pants and in moans and screams of lustful pain and agonizing pleasure, as she was taken on a deep and fundamental level by a peerless, matchless cock, the Dark One's corrupting influence coming into her with every thrust, darkening her, staining her, breaking her down and destroying her until only another devoted and dedicated priestess remained.

She cried and screamed and gasped and howled and strained against her binds, trying to curl up, anything to find comfort and safety and aid but nothing was coming, broken out of her trance, she could do nothing but lie there and take everything that was coming to her, as she was split up by a bigger cock than anything her village girl self could ever have come across, being made into a demon's playtoy.

The demon roared, its golden eyes almost glinting in the penumbra of the room as it grabbed onto the woman's chest and roughly mauled her modest tits, the woman screeching out as the demon shoved its cock as deep inside as it could go, and then gave her a big, thick helping of thick, corrupting demonic seed, the spurts almost audible from how powerful and potent they were, overflowing and exploding from where they were united, spilling all over the table, the room filled by the screams of pleasure and cries of defeat of the village girl sacrificed to the altar of a Dark God-

"CAKEPOPS CAKEPOPS CAKEPOOOOOPS!"

And then the demon rapidly pulled out, and the hood on her head was undone, and a button was hit by one of the 'lesser priestesses' below the table that immediately undid the latches on the shackles that held the sacrifice in place.

Janine pulled her hood off. "Rita, what's wrong, did anything happen!? Are you okay?!" she cried out.

Rita coughed, threw herself off the table, and looked a little contrite. "Bathroom! I need a bathroom break!"

"O-Oh!" the slightly taller lesser priestess pulled her hood off, her glasses reflecting the light for a brief moment. Carlotta ran a hand over her head to smooth out her hair. "I, I thought we did something wrong!"

Sandra pulled her own hood down and laughed. "I got really scared for a moment there."

Rita got on her feet, and shook a little.

"Here," Janine said, passing her a towel, "use this so you don't drip cum everywhere."

"Thanks," Rita said, pressing the towel to her crotch and then straightening up and walking her way up the stairs, clearly having to shuffle about a little because of the bathroom emergency. "And this is why I insisted on everyone getting ready before we started filming."

You waved your hand, signaling to her it was no big deal, you'd just reshoot the scene.

"I'm glad you can still go on. How about you two? You mind redoing the scene from the top?" Janine asked. 

Sandra and Carlotta looked at each other. 

They laughed.

"You're kidding, right? This is, like a dream come true. And honestly, seeing you guys actually work on this is like a weight off my shoulders," Sandra spoke.

Carlotta nodded. "Y-Yeah, I, I thought- I felt really guilty sometimes for e-enjoying it, e-even though, I was s-so scared of men--" she said, shaking her head, then looked at you, and your still erect, still painted shaft. "It's... even more impressive... in p-person huh?"

"And it feels even better inside you... oooh I'm getting ideas for another video with this same setup!" Janine gushed. "But that's for later, for now, we need to finish this first!"

"Right!" the other two said. 

You went behind the part where the cameras wouldn't film you, where the filming equipment and some bottles of water were prepared, pulling the demon mask up and over your head, and replenished on fluids some. It was going to be a long, long night of filming, and you had many creampies ahead of you. Wasn't easy to wear the big demon mask either, you couldn't quite see very well out of it and the horns were heavy.

But it did feel weirdly empowering to wear it.

"I can see you smirking over there, you can't wait to go again, huh?" Janine called. "Pass me a bottle, I'm parched," she said.

"Oh, m-me too!" Carlotta said.

"And me," Sandra agreed.

Luckily, by the time everyone was ready to start again, you were already only at a half chub, which was good enough to start filming. Well, if nothing else, at least it was fun!