The Devil’s Church Stage Show
Chapter 2
The man in the purple devil mask stepped forward with slow, confident strides. He stopped right in front of Victoria Peretti.
Mrs. Peretti was one of the richest of the church. At 39, she was much younger than her millionaire husband and there was a lot of gossip in town about her being a gold digger and a trophy wife. Two things really fed into that rumor. The first was her appearance. She had massive F-cup breasts that no modest Sunday dress in the world could hide. Any woman not as well-endowed was bound to spread rumors out of pure jealousy. On top of that, she only wore the best and most expensive dresses, the kind that clung to her perfect body, the kind she clearly spent a lot of time and money maintaining. The second reason was her attitude. She looked down on anyone she considered beneath her. She never missed a single opportunity to mock someone she thought wasn’t privileged enough.
Right now, though, Victoria was visibly shivering. She stood on the stage with her arms wrapped tightly around herself, expensive heels clicking nervously on the wooden floor.
The Purple Devil tilted his masked head, clearly enjoying her fear.
“Ahh, madam,” he said smoothly, “please introduce yourself. What is your name and what do you do for the church?”
A small black microphone suddenly appeared in his hand, pulled from his sleeve like magic. He held it right up to her lips.
Victoria’s voice came out shaky and stuttering.
“My… name is Vic-Victoria Peretti. I am a donor at the church and the head of the funds collection committee. Please let me go, I’ll pay whatever amo—”
The man cut her off sharply.
“Uh uh uh,” he said, wagging a gloved finger. “I hate people like you, Vicky. You think you can just buy everyone around you?” He paused, then smiled behind the mask. “Well, let’s see how much money you have in your purse then.”
Victoria’s eyes lit up with desperate hope. Her designer purse was still slung over her shoulder. She quickly grabbed it and started frantically digging through it.
“Oh no, Vicky,” the Purple Devil said, almost sweetly. “Why don’t you just dump it all out? That’ll be faster.”
Victoria looked torn. Her face twisted with hesitation, but her hands moved anyway. She turned the thick purse upside down and shook it hard. Everything came tumbling out onto the stage floor with loud clatters and thuds. Stacks of hundred-dollar bills spilled everywhere. Credit cards, atm cards, loose change, her phone, makeup, keys, all of it scattered at her expensive heels.
The entire congregation watched in stunned silence.
Victoria looked up at the man in the devil mask, clearly expecting him to be impressed by the amount of cash she’d just dumped. But his body language showed zero interest. He didn’t even glance down at the fortune lying on the floor.
“Now that you’re the same as the rest of us poor folk,” he continued casually, “let’s show you how difficult it is to earn money, shall we?”
“NO! NO! PLEASE!” Victoria protested loudly, her voice cracking with real panic. She tried to back away, but her feet stayed rooted in place.
The man stepped forward, covered her eyes completely with both gloved hands and pulled her close. He rested her head against his shoulder like she was a tired child. Victoria dropped her now-empty purse. It hit the floor with a soft thud. He leaned in and began whispering directly into her ear.
Zachery sat frozen in the pew, watching everything. Despite the fucked up situation he was in, he found the whole thing strangely fascinating. Just what the hell was the man saying to her? How did this shit even work? He couldn’t hear the words, but he could see Victoria’s body trembling against the hypnotist, her expensive dress pressing against his suit.
After what felt like forever, the man finally pushed her back gently. Victoria now had the same blank, empty expression on her face that Margaret Harlan had earlier.
He snapped his fingers sharply right in front of her eyes.
Victoria blinked hard. She looked around the stage, confused for a second, then her eyes landed on her purse lying open and empty on the floor. A horrified expression took over her face instantly. She dropped to her knees, grabbed the purse with shaking hands and started desperately looking through it again and again.
“No! No! It’s empty!” she cried out, voice rising in pure panic. “It can’t be empty!”
She stood up suddenly and stumbled off the stage, rushing down into the audience area. Holding her empty designer purse wide open, she started yelling at the top of her lungs.
“PLEASE! SOMEONE! SOMEONE HELP ME! MY PURSE IS EMPTY!!”
Zachery wondered if the man had hypnotized her to not see all the money she had just dumped on the stage floor. But then Victoria said something that almost made his eyes pop out of his head.
“I need to fill my purse with cum!” she screamed desperately, waving the empty bag at the nearest church . “Please! I need money! I need to fill my purse with cum and money!”
The church was dead silent except for her frantic begging. A few people shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Victoria moved from person to person, holding her purse open like a beggar, tears streaming down her perfectly made-up face.
“Please… anyone… I’ll do anything. Just fill my purse with cum so I can have money again!”
Zachery felt sick to his stomach. Victoria Peretti, the snobby, rich bitch who had looked down on everyone for years, was now on her knees in front of old Mr. Henderson, shaking her empty purse and begging him to cum in it.
“Oh come on!” the man called out loudly, spreading his arms like he was addressing a disappointed crowd. “I thought this church was a community. You folk should help out a fellow member in need.” He laughed, the sound echoing through the old wooden hall. “I think it would be better if every married man in this room helped Vicky out by cumming for her. You can drop in some loose change as a tip to help her efforts.”
He paused, clearly enjoying the shocked silence.
“Oh, and don’t worry about aiming for the slut’s purse. You can cum anywhere, on her, inside her, it’s her job to make sure the cum reaches her purse. Ain’t that right, Vicky?”
Victoria Peretti, still holding her empty designer purse open like a beggar, nodded frantically, tears and desperation mixing on her face.
“YES! Yes thank you!” she cried out. She turned straight to Mr. Henderson, who was sitting in the front row looking horrified. “Please Mr. Henderson, help me! You can cum on my large tits if you want!”
Without waiting, she grabbed the front of her expensive dress and yanked it down hard. Her massive F-cup breasts spilled out into the open air of the church, heavy, perfectly shaped, nipples already hard. She cupped them from below and offered them up to the old man like an offering.
Mr. Henderson looked like he wanted to run away. His face was pale, eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. He started shaking his head, mumbling something about this being wrong.
But then everyone in the church heard the man clap twice, loud, sharp claps that cut through the air.
Mr. Henderson’s face changed instantly. The awkward avoidance melted away and was replaced by a sinister, hungry glee. His eyes darkened as he stared at Victoria’s bare tits.
“Well slut,” the old man growled, his voice suddenly rough and nasty, “if you want that cum, you’re gonna have to work for it.”
Zachery’s eyes widened. He was genuinely surprised to hear the well-mannered old Mr. Henderson, the same man who always handed out peppermints after service, speak like that. It didn’t sound like him at all.
Mr. Henderson reached out and roughly grabbed Victoria’s massive honkers with both hands, squeezing them hard enough to make her yelp. He yanked her down to her knees right there in the middle of the aisle. Victoria didn’t resist. She just moaned and kept holding her empty purse open with one hand while using the other to help push her tits together for him.
Soon, five or six other married men stood up from their pews. Their faces had the same dark, eager look. They converged on Victoria like wolves, surrounding the kneeling woman completely. She looked up at them with wild, desperate eyes and started begging even louder.
“Oh yes thank you! Please, more cum!” she cried out. “I’ll make sure I earn each drop! Please fill me! Cover me in your precious cum!”
She was already fumbling with Mr. Henderson’s zipper, fishing out his cock while the other men started pulling theirs out too. The circle of married churchgoers closed in tight around her on the floor.
Zachery sat there completely stunned. This was beyond fucked up. He knew the man had done something to Victoria, clearly hypnotized her into this desperate cum-hungry state. But why were all these other men suddenly playing along with his sick game? Their faces, the way they were acting… it didn’t feel normal. Were they all already under his control too? Had the hypnosis spread to the whole damn room without anyone noticing?
The man just shrugged his shoulders theatrically up on the stage, like none of this was a big deal.
“I guess that’ll keep her busy for a while,” he laughed.
Bunny clapped her hands excitedly beside him and giggled like it was the funniest thing she’d ever seen.
The man in the devil mask turned away from the growing mess happening in the aisle and moved on like it was just another part of the show. His red lenses swept across the remaining women standing frozen on stage until they landed on the still completely blank-faced Margaret Harlan.
He stepped over to Margaret, who was still standing completely frozen in the center of the stage with that blank, doll-like expression on her face. He reached out and patted her dark cheek a couple of times, almost affectionately.
“It’s no fun having a frozen doll on stage,” he said, sounding genuinely disappointed. He stroked his chin like he was thinking hard, then suddenly snapped his fingers and looked over at Jax with a wicked glint behind the red lenses of his mask.
“You’re going to love this one, Jax. I know you wanted me to humiliate her. I have the perfect idea.”
He leaned in close to Margaret’s ear and started whispering. Unlike Victoria, she showed zero reaction. She just stayed perfectly still, staring straight ahead with empty eyes while the man poured suggestions into her head for a long couple of minutes.
Zachery watched the whole thing, heart hammering. He kept glancing over at Victoria Peretti on the floor, the once-proud rich woman was now on her back surrounded by married men, moaning like a whore as they took turns using her mouth, tits and pussy, all while she desperately tried to catch or scoop their cum in her purse. The contrast was insane.
Finally, the hypnotist pulled back and snapped his fingers sharply right in front of Margaret’s face.
She blinked a few times, then looked around the stage, confused for a second. Then her eyes landed on the hypnotist and she smiled, a polite, almost friendly smile.
“Umm, I don’t think your hypnosis worked, sir,” she said, sounding completely calm. “I don’t feel any different.”
Zachery was shocked. Margaret Harlan, the most judgmental, pious woman in the entire church, was standing there in front of everyone, watching Victoria get gangbanged on the floor and she looked completely on board with the show. Like none of it bothered her at all.
“Oh, are you so sure, Margaret?” the man asked, tilting his head. “Are you sure I haven’t taken anything of yours? Why don’t you check your person.”
Margaret made a funny face, like she didn’t believe any of this nonsense, but she still started patting herself down. She checked her arms, her hips, her sides, then moved lower. The second her hands reached near her crotch, her expression changed completely. Extreme shock took over her face. She patted harder, then started getting more and more agitated.
“It’s gone!” she screamed, voice cracking. “WHY IS IT GONE?!”
Without any shame, she recklessly raised her modest navy dress right there on stage, bunching it up around her waist. She hooked her fingers into her panties and yanked them down to her ankles in one motion, exposing her slightly hairy pussy to the entire congregation. She started frantically patting and fingering herself, two fingers spreading her lips wide as she searched.
“WHERE IS IT! WHERE DID MY PUSSY GO?!” she yelled, voice full of genuine panic and confusion.
The hypnotist just smirked behind his mask.
“That would be me, I’m afraid,” he said smugly. “Now do you believe me?”
“Yes! Oh god yes, I believe you!” Margaret cried out, still holding her dress up with one hand and fingering herself desperately with the other. “Please give it back!”
“Oh, I believe it is still on your person,” the hypnotist replied casually, like he was talking about the weather. “I’ve just changed its location. Have you tried any of your other holes?”
Margaret didn’t even hesitate. She reached behind herself and started fingering her ass, pushing two fingers in deep while moaning in frustration.
“No, it’s not there! You said it would be there!”
“I said hole,” the man corrected, winking at the crowd. “I didn’t specify that it would be your asshole.”
Recognition slowly dawned on Mrs. Harlan’s face. She pulled her fingers out of her ass and started frantically shoving them into her nose, then her ears, digging around like a madwoman while the whole church watched in horrified silence.
“Wait!” the Purple Devil said suddenly. “I think your son can help you find your pussy.”
Margaret’s eyes lit up with desperate hope. “He can? Please Jax, help me!! I need my pussy!”
Jax and the hypnotist both laughed. The hypnotist motioned for Jax to come up on stage. The tall delinquent hopped up with a big grin. The man in the devil mask stepped close and whispered something into Jax’s ear. Jax nodded, then turned to face his mother, who was looking at him with pure expectation, dress still hiked up, panties around her ankles.
“Mom,” Jax said, trying to hold back his laughter, “I think your pussy is in your nose. But you’ll only be able to find out if you test it out with my cock.”
Zachery couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Surely Jax wasn’t that depraved… with his own mother? He hoped Mrs. Harlan would slap the shit out of him or at least protest.
But to his horror, Margaret smiled brightly, dropped to her knees right in front of her son and started fumbling with his belt. She pulled his cock out, already rock hard and with a level of desperation Zachery had never seen before, she began rubbing her nose all over his shaft, moaning loudly with pleasure and satisfaction.
“OH YES! BABY YOU’RE RIGHT! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!” she cried, pressing her nose harder against his cock, sniffing and rubbing like it was the best thing she’d ever felt.
Margaret was trying hard now to fit the cock into one of her nostrils.
Jax laughed at how pathetic his mother looked right now. He let her worship his dick with her nose for a few seconds before stopping her.
“No, actually… I think it’s in your navel.”
The second he said it, the desperate MILF stopped what she was doing, scrambled back to her feet and frantically pulled her dress up and over her head. She threw the garment aside, standing there in just her bra and heels. She grabbed Jax’s cock with both hands, stepped right up close to him, and guided the tip straight to her navel. The moment his cockhead touched her belly button she started moaning again, loud, shameless, needy moans.
Jax gave a big thumbs-up to the hypnotist on stage, still laughing at his mother frantically trying to fuck her own navel with his dick.
The man nodded in response, clearly satisfied. He turned around slowly, his red lenses scanning the remaining women lined up on stage.
Zachery’s heart stopped.
The man in the devil mask was looking straight at his mother.
“And you, miss,” he said, turning his attention to Zachery’s mother.
He offered her the same small black microphone he had used on Victoria earlier, holding it right up to her mouth. Elena looked absolutely terrified, her face pale, but she still tried to speak with some defiance left in her voice. Her hands were trembling at her sides.
“I am Elena Thompson,” she said, voice shaking but steady enough. “I chair the abstinence program committee of this church.”
Zachery felt a sharp twist in his chest. Ah yes, the abstinence committee. That was the whole reason why youth like him and Lila had stayed abstinent so far. He had always hated his mother’s strict reasons, the endless lectures about purity and waiting until marriage, the way she made it sound like sex was some dirty sin. But at the same time, he loved her. He respected her ideals enough that he had actually followed through with it, even when it was hard. Especially when it came to Lila or any of the other girls he had a thing for.
His line of thinking got violently interrupted by the hypnotist’s loud outburst on stage.
“OH YEAH?” the hypnotist shouted, his voice suddenly full of real anger. “ABSTINENCE HUH? SO YOU PEOPLE THINK SEX AND PEOPLE WHO HAVE SEX ARE DIRTY?”
For the first time that evening, the man actually sounded pissed off. He stepped forward fast and grabbed Elena by her hair, yanking a thick chunk of it out of her neat bun. The slick chestnut strands came loose messily on the side he had grabbed so roughly. Elena winced hard, letting out a small cry of pain and fear as her head was jerked back.
Zachery lost it. He tried everything he could to get up, straining every muscle, willing his legs to move, cursing inside his head. He wanted to run up there and punch that masked bastard in the face. He wanted to pull his mother away. But no matter how hard he fought, his body stayed completely locked in the pew. He couldn’t even stand up. All he could do was watch helplessly as the man kept his tight grip on his mother’s hair.
The man turned his head toward Bunny, still holding Elena in place.
“Love, why don’t you get my toy?” he said. “This one needs some special love. A makeover and a new perspective.”
His toy? Zachery’s mind raced. What the fuck was he talking about?
Bunny giggled happily, her latex bunny ears bouncing as she skipped offstage for a moment. She returned quickly carrying a large metal hoop that looked like some kind of retractable curtain ring. The Purple Devil took it from her with his free hand while still gripping Elena’s hair with the other.
“What are you do—” his mother started saying, voice tight with fear.
The man didn’t let her finish. He held the hoop above her head and pressed a button on its side. The hoop suddenly dropped down fast, unfurling a thick cylindrical curtain around her body in one smooth motion. It fell from her head all the way to the floor, completely covering Elena from sight.
What the fuck was this man going to do to his mother? Zachery found himself wondering.
He had a feeling, he didn’t really want to know.