When Sutton first showed up at the church that Wednesday afternoon, Pastor Hall looked glad to see him. No doubt the preacher thought a long-absent member of his congregation was finally returning to the flock. Sutton hadn't been to Sunday service in months, not since before his wife had passed away.

As the two men sat in Pastor Hall's office, Sutton stared down at his hands. "I know you probably won't believe what I'm about to tell you, but I need your help."

Pastor Hall clasped his hands on his desk while wearing a patient smile. "I'm happy to help in any way I can, Sutton. We've missed seeing you here, and—"

"It's about my new neighbor," Sutton blurted out. Anxiously, he ran a hand through his hair. Once dark, it was now mostly gray. Months of grief seemed to have aged him by decades.

Pastor Hall furrowed his brow in confusion. "You mean Beryl?" When Sutton nodded, he asked, "What seems to be the problem?"

Sutton forced himself to hold the other man's stare. "I've... I've seen her out in the back woods at night. There's a small clearing on her property, and once it's dark, she lights a fire in the middle of it. And then..." He took a deep breath and let it out with a shudder. "She and some other people, including folks from here in town... They dance and carry on."

"You've seen this yourself?" The pastor's eyes widened in shock.

"Yes. The first night, I saw the flames flickering through the trees, and I feared a fire might have started back there. When I went to check that everything was okay..." He cleared his throat, trying to force out the next words. "I saw an orgy taking place. Those people were chanting and writhing on the ground. Beryl was obviously the ringleader."

"Beryl?" Pastor Hall's tone conveyed his disbelief. "Sutton, you must be mistaken."

"I'm not," he replied firmly. "I know what I saw. Now, I understand she doesn't seem like the kind of woman to do such a thing, but out there in those woods, she's different. And she's not the only one. I also saw Meg. She was, uh..." Sutton wiped a palm across his sweaty brow. "She was on her hands and knees, and some man I've never seen before was taking her from behind while she took Floyd in her mouth."

Pastor Hall held up a hand as if to silence him. Meg was a young woman who belonged to one of the most prominent and wealthy families in the area. She was engaged to be married. And Floyd was another upstanding citizen; he and his wife had been married for over twenty years. They'd wed in this very church.

"Sutton," Pastor Hall began in a voice just above a whisper, "I realize you're still deeply grieving the loss of Francine. Her sudden passing was a shock to all of us. But it's clear that this self-isolation hasn't been good for you. You're obviously not well."

Sutton's fears of being considered crazy were now becoming reality. He cursed himself for believing Pastor Hall could help. Yet he couldn't stop himself from rushing on. "It's not just the people out there! I've seen figures near the fire. They look like demons, Pastor. They appear as shadows, swaying in time to the strange chanting. When the... orgy begins, they gather into a dark mass. If you come out there tonight, you can see for yourself—"

"Enough!" Pastor Hall's voice was much louder now. "I won't listen to another word of this. You can't be spreading such horrible lies about members of our community."

Sutton leapt to his feet. "I'm telling the truth!" Even as he shouted the words, he was turning toward the door. There was no help to be found here.

"Please," the pastor said, "come back to church. Take comfort in the fellowship we offer."

Sutton merely scoffed and stormed from the office. Outside the church, the sky had grown overcast. He found himself hoping for rain, for a goddamn flood to wash away this entire town.

His old truck rattled in protest as he sped home. The house he once shared with Francine was his only refuge, though it felt haunted by so many memories. He and his wife had never been able to have children, and he now found himself all alone at the age of forty-eight. Though he had always known Francine had a weak heart, he'd tried to believe she would be fine if she didn't overexert herself. Throughout their marriage, he'd treated her as though she were fragile. And she proved to be, vanishing from his life on a late winter morning.

The doctor had told Sutton that nothing could have prevented the fatal heart attack, but he was still wracked with guilt. And since Beryl had moved into the house next to his, peace remained elusive. Again, he shuddered at the thought of the woman. Oh, how she had everyone fooled!

After arriving home that afternoon, Sutton helped himself to some bourbon in order to steady his nerves. He'd only just managed to take the edge off his panic when a knock sounded on the front door. At first, he thought it might be Pastor Hall coming to check on him. Striding toward the door, he prepared to tell the pastor to go to hell.

But it wasn't Hall standing on the porch. No, it was Beryl, wearing a sweet smile. Sutton had to swallow a startled cry. There was no way Hall had found time to tell Beryl about the conversation that had just taken place at the church. And wasn't their discussion held in confidence? It would be wrong for Hall to repeat it to others.

"Hello, Sutton," Beryl said brightly, as though they were good friends. He guessed she was in her mid-forties; her hair, worn in a prim bun, was threaded with gray. As far as anyone knew, she'd never been married. It was unusual but not unheard of for a woman to live alone in these parts. Sutton had heard whispers that she was independently wealthy. Perhaps she'd inherited a fortune. If so, she wasn't ostentatious with it. Standing before him, she wore an unassuming housedress. Her figure was plump, and she had large breasts and wide hips.

Part of him wanted to slam the door in her face. After all, he'd seen her dancing naked in those woods while a strange man stood behind her, fondling her heavy breasts. He'd also seen her stand with her feet planted far apart, spreading her outer labia so another man could pleasure her with his tongue. Sutton had heard her loud cries as she climaxed. 

It was stark fear that kept him frozen in place. "What can I do for you, Beryl?" His voice sounded far weaker than he'd intended.

"It seems my nightly gatherings have disturbed you. I've come to apologize." As she spoke, her smile never wavered.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" His terror was suddenly so intense that he could feel his bowels loosen. Simply being in this woman's presence was enough to start him quaking.

"Oh, I think you do," she said. "Really, Sutton, you should have come to me with any concerns you might have. I would have happily put your mind at ease."

Shaking his head, he took a step back. "I have no problem with you."

Her smile suddenly vanished. "But you've now become a problem to me." Reaching out with the speed of a striking serpent, she grabbed his wrist. "All will be forgiven, however, if you come to the woods tonight." A strange laugh escaped her lips; it sounded like pieces of broken glass striking a hard surface. "That shouldn't be too much to ask of you, since you've been watching us for almost a week now. Seems you can't stay away!"

Sutton tried to pull free of her grasp, but her hold on him only tightened. "You goddamn witch!"

When Beryl spoke again, it was in Francine's voice. "Please, Sutton, come to the woods. I'll have a wonderful surprise for you."

Sutton let out a pained cry at hearing his wife again. Though he knew it was merely a trick this evil woman was playing, he longed for her to keep talking. Instead, she released him and turned on her heel, striding back toward her house without so much as another glance in his direction.

That fleeting encounter with his beloved Francine was enough to madden Sutton. In the grip of grief and need, he paced from one room to the next. Even as tormented wails escaped him, he knew he wouldn't be able to resist returning to the woods.

He waited until almost midnight. Standing in the darkness behind his house, he could see the firelight beckoning to him through the trees. Mindless of the branches and briars clawing at his clothes and skin, Sutton made his way toward that infernal glow. He heard the eerie chanting long before he caught sight of the revelers. Soon, he reached the edge of the clearing, lingering in the shadows. The obscene display unfolding before him made him both sick and aroused.

Never before had he allowed anyone to spot him as he silently observed their debauchery, but tonight, he stepped into the clearing. Meg's gaze immediately locked with his. "Sutton!" she called in a seductive voice. He had to look away from her nude body, for it was enough to stiffen his cock. Shamelessly, she closed the distance between them. "I hoped to see you here." As the young woman stroked his cheek, he began trembling.

"What are you doing, Meg? You're soon to be married!" Finally, he gave her a hard stare.

She only threw her head back and laughed. "Don't you understand? Here, we're free! We can do whatever we like." Her hand slid down his chest. "And we like so many things."

Unable to resist any longer, he gazed at her voluptuous breasts. Shadows played upon them, resembling the sinister forms swaying near the fire. Dear God, Meg was beautiful! By the time her fingers grazed his groin, he was fully erect. Her blonde hair fell almost to her waist, and he imagined wrapping those strands around his wrist while he took her from behind.

Looking over her shoulder, he saw Floyd grinning at them. The man was stroking at a furious pace. Sutton remembered watching his massive cock thrusting mercilessly into Meg's cunt.

"Nice of you to join us, Sutton," Floyd now said.

Meg sank to her knees, her hands working deftly to free Sutton's cock from his pants. He moaned as she took him in her hand. "Meg, we shouldn't," he pleaded. Yet he didn't try to push her away.

In response, she circled her lips around his shaft. Floyd approached, his erection looming out from him. Meg offered no protest when Floyd grabbed a handful of her hair and began moving her head back and forth. Helplessly, Sutton stared down at the woman while she drooled and choked on his length.

"Don't worry about her," Floyd said. "She loves having a cock in her throat. Isn't that right, Meg?"

She made a noise of agreement, then redoubled her efforts. Sutton whimpered at the feel of her warm, greedy mouth taking him deep. When his eyes again met Floyd's, he managed to ask through a pleasured groan, "What's possessed you to do this? You love your wife!"

Floyd pulled Meg back so she could catch her breath. "My wife," the man said, still maintaining a rough grip on Meg's hair, "doesn't suck cock or let me fuck all her holes. Trust me, Meg's cunt and ass are worth the price of your soul."

Finally, Sutton gathered up enough will to move beyond Meg's reach. "Where's Francine?" he demanded, looking around desperately. "I want to see my wife!"

It was then that Pastor Hall stepped out of the trees lining the opposite side of the clearing. The man was naked and fully erect. Sutton's knees buckled at the sight of him. "No!" he cried. "No, no, no..."

The terrifying shapes circling the fire began quivering, as if thrilled by the pastor's appearance. The man smiled and strode toward Meg, who was now on her knees before Floyd and taking every inch of his cock. Her mouth was open so wide that it seemed as though her jaw had come unhinged. Sutton again felt that mixture of lust and revulsion while watching the outline of Floyd's cock bulge in Meg's throat.

As soon as Hall stood at her side, Floyd released Meg so she could beg, "Fuck me!"

Hall flashed Sutton a wicked grin. "Want to join us? She has three holes for three cocks."

Sutton turned away in disgust, but he couldn't keep from staring as Floyd lay on the ground while Meg straddled him. Facing toward his feet, she lowered herself onto his member, which was slick with her spit. The man groaned when Meg took him all the way inside her ass.

Hall barely gave her time to settle before he knelt between Floyd's spread legs. In horrified fascination, Sutton watched Hall ease Meg farther back. All the while, she kept Floyd's enormous cock within her forbidden hole. Filthy pleas fell from her lips when Hall positioned himself to claim her cunt.

He entered her with a hard thrust, his buttocks flexing as his hips pumped. The sounds the three of them made were feral, and while Hall drove himself inside Meg, Floyd bucked upward, fucking her at a brutal pace. Meg screamed and writhed until Floyd had to grab her hips.

"Harder!" she growled.

Sutton had no idea how she bore such rough treatment, but the woman seemed to crave it. He could only imagine what her unsuspecting fiancé would do if he saw her here now, begging for two different cocks like a wanton slut.

"Fuck my mouth, Sutton!" she urged, then extended her tongue.

Though his dick pulsed in response, he wouldn't allow himself to approach her. Instead, he looked around for Beryl; she had the power to reunite him with Francine, if only for a few moments.

He saw her near the fire, dancing with those demonic shadows. Her pendulous breasts swayed with her movements, and men and women Sutton had never seen before circled around, chanting.

Suddenly, the revelers descended upon each other, wrestling on the ground. Women rode hard cocks with utter abandon, and men readily found willing mouths, cunts, and asses to pleasure them.

Only Sutton and Beryl remained unpaired. His erection still strained out from him, and Beryl licked her lips at the sight of it.

"Where's Francine?" he asked in a pleading voice. "Bring her back to me!"

Beryl lifted an eyebrow. "Once you step into my embrace, you'll be forever mine. Is that what you want?"

"I want Francine!" he shouted while fighting back tears.

Beryl's entire body began to shiver, just as the shadows had done earlier. Sutton blinked, as if to clear his vision, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw Francine standing before him. She looked exactly as she had when they first married, with a blush to her cheeks and a brightness to her gaze that he hadn't seen in many years. Her long, dark hair was swept back from her face, and the nipples of her firm breasts were a delicate pink.

Immediately, Sutton rushed to her, but the moment he grabbed her hands, Beryl reappeared. "Please!" Tears streamed down his cheeks. "Please let me see her again!"

Beryl pressed a hand to his damp cheek. "I can be whatever you wish, Sutton." Gently, she guided his head downward so that his lips were at her breast. How different she was from Francine. Yet he circled his lips around her nipple and readily sucked. Beryl released a pleasured sigh while stroking his hair. "What can you offer me in return?"

He allowed her nipple to escape his mouth in order to reply, "Whatever you want! I'll do anything!"

Her soft laughter was barely audible over the moans and grunts of the people around them. He let her pull him down to the ground. The warmth of the fire chased away the air's chill, and her arms were even warmer encircling him.

Lying beneath him was his dear Francine. Her smile was the exact same she'd offered him on their wedding night. "Make love to me, Sutton."

Shaking with anticipation, he eased inside her. They both moaned from the pleasure of again being joined in such an intimate way. Sutton showered his wife's face with kisses. "I've missed you so much!" The words came out as a sob.

Francine smoothed his hair back from his forehead. "I've missed you, too, darling. But I'm here now."

Unlike the wild rutting occurring elsewhere in the clearing, their lovemaking was slow and tender. Sutton cherished every second of it, dreading its end. Francine's cries grew louder when he increased the pace of his thrusts. Now, he took her with a fervency that betrayed all his longing. So many months had passed since she'd lain at his side!

Closing his eyes, Sutton struggled to hold back. He would do anything to go on like this! But when he looked down once more, it was Beryl's smile that greeted him. Even as he shouted in fury, his hips kept pumping with a force that made her breasts bounce. 

"Give me your seed!" the woman urged.

Droplets of his sweat fell upon her skin. Gone was the blessed illusion of Francine, only to be replaced by this evil presence disguised as a woman. Still, he couldn't bring himself to pull out. He felt her muscles contract around his cock, as if to coax forth his release.

Panting, Sutton fucked her as hard as he could. Never had he taken Francine in such a savage way. Yet Beryl moaned from sheer satisfaction. Her nails clawed at his back when she came beneath him, screaming from the power of her climax.

Finally, he surrendered to her wishes, and to her cunt. With a deafening roar, he gave her every drop of the seed she so craved. Even after he was spent, he remained inside her.

Beryl's smile was no longer sinister. Instead, it offered a kind of solace. "You can reside in that lonely house," she murmured while stroking his bloodied back. "But you'll soon seek out my bed. And every night, you'll join us here."

Feeling dazed and exhausted, Sutton nodded in agreement. Already, he could see himself striding through the darkness to find this woman, again and again.

"The others will enjoy you for a time," Beryl went on in a soothing voice, "and I'll delight in witnessing the pleasure they give. But don't forget..." She guided his mouth to hers for a kiss, which he readily returned. "You belong to me."