Bitch's cunt has become wet. She wants to be fucked. It is time to start now)' he said grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs as wide as he could.'N...hin Birju nahin. Mujhe chord de (No Birju no please. Let me go)' I screamed but instead of letting me go he placed his huge cock on my choot (cunt) entrance and rammed the whole of it in my cunt in one swift stroke. I screamed and shrieked with pain. It had no effect on him. He kept ramming his cock in my choot and I kept screaming.'Chupp randi. Now."Yes the Abusso, you see Mister Noah, we are not exactly apart of the Sons Of Cain." The man says"What do you mean?" I ask."My Name is Jordan, me and my compatriots consider ourselves more The sons of Enoch." He says.I nod at that."Hence the Abusso." I say.He smiles."I forget how old you are Mister Noah, yes Enoch swore that the Abusso would never be opened, there have always been some of us in the ranks of Cain who remember these things." He says.I smile at the memory of Enoch."So this. That was ten years ago. But it was that picture that would shortly guide her down the path of pain. Now nothing remained of that Catholic schoolgirl but the incense, the love of ritual, and the sanctifying pain.She re-experienced that sensation of sexual frisson as she started the ritual that evening. She knelt on the sheepskin rug and lifted a breast to her nose, inhaling the pungent scent of the incense on her turgid nipple. Her pussy was already wet with anticipation. She squeezed her. Then I read a message that said: “E-mail me pictures now, I’m horny”. So I went to her E-mail app to see that she had been sending him semi-nude pictures of herself to him regularly. (Her phone didn’t support WhatsApp then)I went back to the messages and there were chats about her telling him when I was not at home (which I later learned that he had been in my house during my absence). And how she would lie to me about having classes when he asked her to meet him and the other usual cheating.