Sisters of mercy

I danced with the witches in the pail moonlight. To the sound of a screeching fiddle. I danced and danced and danced and danced. As if possessed, as if entranced. They strapped me to an altar stone. They tied me down with leather. They ripped the clothes from off my back. And covered me with heather. They rubbed my body with sensual oils, That smelt almost narcotic. Their eyes were cold as they looked at me, They walked around robotically. Then out of the rolling mist their HORNY GOD appeared. He came and drew strange sings on me and everybody cheered. The naked witches danced around, and rubbed their hands upon me. My head was spinning round and round, Then one of them slowly lowered herself on to me. Her body was immaculate, her face was old and ragged. Her long black greasy hair dangled in my face, Her firm breasts pressed hard on my chest. "oh please stop i cried" She felt all warm inside. And as her hips moved up and down, I could feel my emotions welling. She put her hands across my mouth to try and stop me yelling. Then just as i was about to....... She stuck a dagger deep into my throat. The blood pumped out in orgasmic squrts. It was collected in a golden cup. She passed it around everybody drank it up. And as my body squiggled and squirmed. She held the knife high above her head, Then thrust it down into my chest Her Hand went in and tore out my heart. GOD I NEVER FELT SO GOOD.........