Vanessa Ridgeway leaned back on the dark velvet upholstery of the train seat and watched the vast stretches of plains form an endless band of gold outside the window. She drummed her fingers on the armrest and then, aware of her nervous gesture, stopped as suddenly as she had started. She had no reason to be nervous. In fact, she was quite fortunate not to have been left all alone in the world after her mother's death. Yet it was all so strange in a way. . . the letter from the lawyers, the ticket, the offer of a home from an uncle she had never met.
She opened her purse and, for perhaps the hundredth time since her mother's funeral, she took out the envelope and withdrew the letter.
Your mother's estranged brother, Aleister Crawford, has been placed in trust of your inheritance until your twenty-first birthday. It has been arranged that you live with said Uncle until that time . . .
The law firm of Dodson, Dodsworth and Frowley in New York City had sent her the train ticket and had made arrangements for the trip. Yet, search her memory as she might, she could not recall that her mother had ever mentioned having a brother.
Vanessa never questioned the lawyers' instructions. She had been an obedient child and was now a dutiful orphan. She had never considered that she might, at eighteen, strike out and make a life of her own. She had been very attached to both her parents, and when her father had been killed in a plane crash several years earlier, she and her mother had grown even closer. She had no friends her own age, preferring the more sedate company of her mother's friends. And though she was an exceptional beauty, she had never had a date. Instructed all her life by tutors, she spoke fluent French, wrote charming little poems in the Japanese haiku form, and spent a great deal of time wandering dreamily over the grounds of the Hillsdale mansion. Hillsdale, until now, had been her entire world.
She was really a child in a woman's body--and an exquisite body it was, though she did not at all emphasize her considerable curves in her manner of dressing. And she was upset by the odd sensations that had troubled her ever since her fifteenth birthday, sensations that had made her feel feverish at times, made her feel as if her blood were pulsing too fast in her veins, made her think strange and wicked thoughts.
Vanessa was an incredible beauty, as her mother had been, with skin as smooth and clear as porcelain. She had high and finely sculptured cheekbones that served as a setting for the black jewels that were her eyes. And her mouth, though she never wore lipstick, was a deep ruby color, its shape as perfect as a cupid's bow. Her body was long and slender, with the same satin smooth skin that made her face so remarkable. She was as perfect in form as a Greek statue, a harmonious balance of smoothly rounded forms. Her tits had a perfection that would have caught the eye of any man.
She still felt the painful weight of grief, though she was too well bred to reveal any emotion in public. Those who looked at her saw only a perfectly stunning young woman, wearing an exquisite black suit and hat. She was the kind of young woman no one dared to address, so stilted was her air of elegance. But inside, she was just a frightened young girl whose world had been shattered by the death of the only person on earth she had truly loved.
As the train sped east across the continent, the setting sun turned the expanse of prairie just past a fiery gold. Ahead was the darkness of the eastern night, and Vanessa wondered what would emerge out of that darkness to form her future. She pulled the veil of her hat over her face and shut off the little light above her seat. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks and the burden in her heart lightened only a bit.
Chapter Two
"Miss Ridgeway?" A curious high-pitched voice made Vanessa turn around. "Miss Vanessa Ridgeway?" Amidst the crowd of commuters in grey flannel at Grand Central Station, Vanessa found herself looking at the strangest person she had ever seen - a chubby, round-faced man, with very pink skin and a curly mop of yellow hair.
He extended a baby-soft hand to her. "I'm Billy Butter," he smiled. "Your uncle's manservant. It's a pleasure to meet you," he gushed.
"How do you do," she said, as he took her valise and led her to a waiting limousine. He opened the door for her and she slid into the soft leather seat. A uniformed chauffeur, with dark chocolate skin and a shaven head, sat at the wheel.
"The name is Kurt," he said in a deep rich baritone. "At your service." His tone was more arrogant and proud than subservient.
Vanessa had never before seen New York City. It made her feel cold. Everything was grey - the grey sky, the tall grey buildings like daggers spearing the heavens, the grey complexions of the people, the sounds of car horns arguing, people arguing. She felt a sense of her own fragility in this city, as if at any moment the violence in the air might pierce and extinguish her.
The limousine drove up Fifth Avenue and the farther north they traveled, the clearer was the landscape, fewer people, fewer sounds. They drove past Fifty-Seventh Street, and the grey park with its bare trees flew by on one side. At Eighty-Second Street they made a right turn and pulled up in front of an elegant old townhouse.
Billy showed her into the living room, then left her alone. There was a warming blaze in the fireplace, and she seated herself in a large leather armchair. And she waited.
How strange, she thought. Billy Butter and Kurt had disappeared, and she had assumed that her Uncle Aleister would appear at any moment. She listened for the sound of approaching footsteps, but there was nothing. Only dead silence.
Five minutes passed, then ten, then twenty. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, not knowing what to do, feeling too strange and shy to explore her surroundings. She felt frightened, but did not know why. It wasn't a normal or rational kind of fear. She was in her uncle's house, had been met by a gracious manservant, and had been driven here by a polite and obliging chauffeur. Perhaps her uncle was out and Billy meant for her to wait for his return.
But why hadn't Billy Butter shown her to her room? Surely that was the usual procedure. One would expect a manservant to consider that a guest, after a long journey across the continent, would want to bathe and rest.
She tapped her fingers nervously on her thigh. Her heart was beating quickly. Don't be foolish, she told herself. Don't go conjuring' up things with your imagination. Then she thought, I'll go and find Billy and ask him to take me to my room.
She stood up and walked to the large oak sliding doors. To her utter astonishment, they were locked. Her heart jumped, but she told herself it was unreasonable to be frightened. The door was probably one of those doors that just locked automatically when you shut it.
She glanced about the room. There was another smaller door against the opposite wall. She walked quickly to it and tried the knob-it too was locked!
Suddenly a chill of terror ran through her slender frame. Certainly, she thought, there is some reasonable explanation for this. It's just my mother's death that makes me so nervous. I'll just sit back and wait. How ill-bred of me to be so impatient.
She returned to the leather chair and sat back in an attitude of poised relaxation. But her body was tense. She leaned forward again and glanced at the mahogany table in front of her. Strange-she hadn't noticed it before. There were cards laid out in a curious pattern on the table, cards with haunting pictures, not anything like playing cards. One of the cards in particular caught her eye. It seemed to be the center of the pattern. On top of the card was the roman numeral XV and the caption at the bottom read "The Devil."
The picture showed a strange looking figure with the head and horns of a goat and the wings of a bat. The devil's right hand was raised and an odd symbol was drawn on the palm. In his left hand was a torch. His feet, like the claws of a giant bird, were perched on a rectangular column, and chained to the column by their necks were a naked man and a naked woman!
Vanessa shivered in horror at the picture and wondered what on earth these cards could be.
It began to grow dark outside and still no one came. Suddenly, she was startled when the heavy burgundy velvet drapes on the windows were drawn as if by an invisible hand. Then, in the same curious way, the lights on the wall were lit and the fire seemed to blaze up more brightly.
Why, oh why, did no one come! She began to grow panicky. She stood up and walked determinedly to the sliding doors. She tried with all her strength to pull them open and when that failed she began to bang on the doors with her fists.
"Help! Help!" she screamed. "Please. . . open the door. . . someone open the door!" She fell to her knees and began to cry. Suddenly, as if aware of a powerful presence, she looked up. Something was glowing on the mantle of the fireplace, glowing brighter and brighter by the minute.
It was utterly obscene! It was a statue - she could swear it had not been there when she first entered the room - the most vile statue she had ever seen. It was carved of ebony and looked like a primitive African work. It was a carving of a naked man with an enormous cock in his fist. His eyes, lit from within, glowed like green coals, and the grotesquely large penis glowed a deep red.
The sight of this obscene statue caused Vanessa to grow almost hysterical inside. Something was wrong here! Something was very wrong! She screamed again for help. She banged the door and paced across the room, and in her terror, her hand swept across the table and the strange cards were tossed to the floor.
"You shouldn't have done that," said a calm deep voice. Vanessa looked up and, blinking the tears from her eyes, found herself looking at the handsomest man she had ever seen.
"But I shall forgive you. Perhaps I have been inconsiderate in making such a late appearance." He smiled in a most disarming manner and extended his hand. "I'm your Uncle Aleister," he said. "How do you do."
"How do you do," said Vanessa, feeling terribly ashamed. Why had she panicked in such a ridiculous fashion just because her uncle had kept her waiting? But the statue! She looked over at the fireplace mantle and saw only an ordinary ebony carving of a man. "I-I'm sorry. It-it's mother's death... I am not myself."
"That's all right," said Aleister, his eyes staring intently into hers. "I quite understand." Aleister Crawford was a tail man with a slender but muscular build. Though in his late forties, his hair was still thick and wavy, streaked in a most attractive way with silver. He was wearing a black silk smoking jacket and looked terribly handsome to Vanessa. But one thing about his appearance seemed quite remarkable to her. It was his hands - there were rings on all of his fingers except his thumbs, beautiful rings of gold and silver, some with carved figures like icons, some with jewels.
Aleister was stooping now to pick up the cards and Vanessa bent to help him. "No!" he snapped. "You mustn't touch these." Then his anger faded and he smiled charmingly again. "They are Tarot cards," he said relaxing. "Of course, it's just a superstition, but no one but me must ever touch them."
"I'm sorry," she apologized.
"Oh no, it is I who am sorry. You must be terribly tired from your long trip. Let me show you to your room."
Now the sliding doors opened easily and Vanessa was led up the richly carpeted stairs to the second floor. The upstairs hallways were paneled with mahogany and an oriental carpet of red and black covered the floor.
"Oh, this is lovely," she exclaimed as he opened the door to her room. Though it was a little dark for her taste, it was beautifully appointed. There was a heavy wooden four-poster bed with a canopy of burgundy velvet, and heavy velvet curtains of the same color covered the windows. The dresser was dark and massive and the lights that lit the room gave one the feeling of being in another century. There were paintings on the wall, dark oil colors, but she did not study them carefully.
"If you want anything, this cord will summon Billy Butter. We have an excellent cook, Lily, a girl about your own age. And you may take something in your room tonight, as you must be quite exhausted from your journey." He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "In the morning," he said, "we will get to know each other better. Deep dreams."
He left quickly, closing the door behind him. Vanessa was upset with herself for having behaved so badly. Uncle Aleister was a perfectly charming man, and this was certainly a beautiful home. All she needed, she told herself, was a nice hot bath, a light supper and a good night's sleep. She took off her traveling outfit and carefully hung it in the closet. For a moment she caught her reflection in the mirror and was oddly surprised by it. Perhaps it was because she still thought of herself as a little girl. What she saw in the gold-framed mirror was a tall and beautiful woman in a black lace bra and panties, with a black lace garter belt and stockings. She was shocked by her image in the mirror, oddly obscene in the weird setting of this room. Perhaps, she thought, it's because my underwear is black. She had always worn white until she had to buy a mourning outfit.
She turned from the mirror and removed her bra. Her tits stood high and firm over her slender waist, and the cool air made her nipples tingle into erectness. She removed the rest of her underwear, unpacked her soft velour robe from her suitcase, and stepped into the adjoining bathroom.
It, too, had a kind of dark elegance. There was a black marble sink and tub, soft black carpeting on the floors, black and gold wallpaper, and mirrors with elaborate gold frames.
The hot bath made her feel sleepy. She quickly put on her pretty white nightgown and slipped in between the covers of the bed. She lay back against the soft satin-covered pillow and felt her body relax. She realized she had eaten nothing since morning and she was quite hungry. Perhaps a light snack before sleeping would be just right.
She pulled the red velvet cord by the bed and a moment later Billy Butter appeared at the door. "Good evening, Miss," he said. "Is there something I can get you?"
"Yes," she replied. "Some tea would be quite nice and perhaps a little cake." "Ahhhhh," smiled Billy. "There is some wonderful honey cake in the pantry. Lily baked it this morning. Would that be suitable?"
"Oh, yes," she said. "Quite."
It did not take long for Billy to return with the tea and cake on a carved silver platter. "Good night," he said. "Deep dreams."
Deep dreams! she thought. That's what Uncle Aleister had said. What an odd expression!
The cake was delicious. . . very sweet, with a trace of a spice she could not quite place... something like anise, but not exactly. She ate it all and sipped the tea, then lay back on her pillow to relax into sleep.
Her body relaxed into a state that felt light and everything in the room seemed to take on an oddly soft focus. She felt as if she were dreaming yet she was sure she was not asleep. A heavenly relaxation seemed to pervade her body.
Then her eyes fell upon a painting on the wall. The content of the picture was shocking, but she was astonished that it did not disturb her tranquility to view it. It was even beautiful in a curious kind of way, the red and black colors giving a feeling of the beauty of evil. The beauty of evil... what an odd thought, she observed, though she was not at all disturbed by it.
In the painting a girl with golden hair was lying on a slab of stone, raised somehow magically above the ground. The girl in the picture was naked, though the tones in the painting were so dark Vanessa had not noticed it when she had first entered the room. Around the girl in the painting was a group of people wearing cloaks. From the air, a terrifying creature - seemingly half man, half bat-was swooping down towards her. Despite Vanessa's strange and drug-like state, what she noticed next in the picture made her heart jump with fear. Between his dark hair and hair-covered legs the creature had an enormous cock, red and menacing, standing straight out from his loins as he swooped down on the blonde girl.
And then, something terrifying and inexplicable began to happen. The painting seemed to grow larger and larger until it appeared to take up half the room. The figures in the scene took on three dimensions and began to move and speak among themselves. Vanessa was aware that the blonde girl in the picture was breathing heavily, and it occurred to her that the girl was frightened.
Vanessa did not understand what was happening. It seemed to her that the painting had come alive. I must be dreaming, she thought. But when she tried to run her hand along her arm and pinch herself, she found that she could not. Her limbs were not under her conscious control!
She was scared, but in this odd state, she was also strangely calm, as if she were watching herself being frightened, while feeling peaceful at the same time.
Her eyes were riveted now on this living painting. She could see that the blonde girl's hands were attached to the slab as were her ankles which were spread wide apart. Her tits were full and the nipples dark and erect. Her hips writhed in terror and she struggled to free herself while the others looked on. Then she heard the girl shriek in terror as she looked up into the strange green eyes of the creature with the enormous cock.
"No!" the blonde cried out. "Oh God! Noooooooo!" Vanessa felt a cold chill run through her body as the girl's eyes stared out towards her, begging for help. "Help me!" she cried. "Please. . . help meeee!"
Vanessa tried to move, but again grew aware that she did not have command over her body. She could think and feel, but she could not make herself move. I must be sleeping, she thought. This has to be a nightmare-there is no other explanation.
Now the creature was hovering just above the captive girl's body, a rigid hardened cock of hot red flesh pointing straight out from his hairy crotch. His gigantic cock was throbbing and red, a thick fleshy staff of lusting flesh that looked big enough to tear the girl apart. The thick cockhead was pulsating, and from her bed Vanessa could see a tiny drop of seminal fluid nestled just inside the dilated slit at the end. Blood-filled veins lined the length of the monstrously huge prick, as he hovered over her manacled body. The huge bat's wings made dark shadows over the girl's body as he held his throbbing cock in his hand, coming closer and closer to her trembling white thighs - closer and closer until he was only an inch from her blonde pubic mound. He was stroking his cock. obscenely.
The girl once again cried out, "Nooooo. Oh, dear God, no!"
"God!" cried the creature. "God!" He laughed cruelly, mockingly. "God has no power here! I am thy ruler."
Vanessa wished desperately that she could wake from this hideous dream. She had always before been able to rouse herself from her worst nightmares, merely by opening her eyes. She tried, but her eyes were open!
Oh God! Please. Let me wake from this nightmare! But she continued to stare at the living painting before her.
She could see the blonde girl's pinkly fluted cunt now. She had never seen that part of a woman before, not even herself. It looked so vulnerable, so defenseless, and she was horrified by the idea that this beast would put his giant cock into her tender little pussy opening. What was taking place before her eyes? Was it her imagination? Or was it something that existed in this house?
And then Vanessa grew aware that the other girl was no longer struggling. She was staring up at the bat-man with a hungry look in her eyes. She moaned up at him pleadingly. "Oh. . . yes. . . yes. . . Great One. Oh fuck me! Yes! Fuck meeeee!"
He lay beside her now on the slab. His wings somehow disappeared into what appeared to be a black cape flowing from his shoulders over his naked hairy body. His hand was massaging its way across the girl's belly, moving downward between her thighs, worming its way into her cunt channel.
Then the girl cried out again as if in great pain. Vanessa felt a gently pulsing sensation in her own virginal pussy as she watched the scene before her. She had never been with a boy, never fucked or petted or even been kissed. But now there was the oddest tingling deep down in her belly and between her legs.
Then, all of a sudden, she looked at the man's face as if seeing it for the first time. He had seemed in the small painting like some kind of monster-but now she realized something so astonishing it took her breath away-he looked exactly like Uncle Aleister. And then she noticed his hand. Each finger wore a ring, and she knew then for certain-it was Uncle Aleister!
She watched now, confused and horrified, yet still with that permeating feeling of peacefulness, as he teased his finger in and out of the girl's wetly clasping cunt. The girl made deep guttural growls of pleasure.
Soon, he pulled his finger from her pussy and Vanessa saw that his cock had grown to an incredible size. The spongy purple cockhead seemed to visibly throb with excitement. He cruelly dug his fingers into the white flesh of her thighs, pulling her legs wider apart in preparation for the fucking to come. Then, he was covering her with his large, hair-covered body, shoving his hips forward until the huge bulbous cockhead was in contact with her now wetly seeping pussy.
Vanessa stared at the thick head of his blood-filled cock as it pushed against the wet pink petals of the blonde's cunt. Vanessa's body began to tremble as she thought about how incredibly painful it would be to take such a huge hard thing inside of you. Yet she gaped wide-eyed as the enormous cock slid up inside the blonde girl's pussy.
"Ahhhhhhhh! Ooooohhhhh!" She moaned crazily now with pleasure. And then with a grunt, Aleister fucked his hips forward hard and drove his enormous lust-swollen prick deeper into her pussy.
And then Vanessa saw that the girl was in pain. Her face was contorted now and she let out a different kind of groan. He was so big, so incredibly big. Instinctively, Vanessa knew that the blonde was a virgin.
"Owwwwwwwww!" she cried out, and Vanessa saw a little trickle of blood drip down the soft whiteness of the girl's thigh. She could see the girl trying to free herself from her shackles to stop the further entry of Aleister's cock, but the girl was helpless.
He thrust forward hard again and his cock slid up inside of the girl's cunt. The girl cried out again as the cockhead hit her sensitive cervix. His balls slapped loudly against her tender ass cheeks.
There was a louder murmur from the people that stood around witnessing this obscene act. Vanessa watched horrified as they removed their cloaks. The room seemed filled now with naked tits and naked erect cocks. The witnesses were fondling each other stroking each other, preparing to have a horrible orgy.
What was this? Vanessa wondered, horrified. Was she hallucinating all this from the painting? Was it some kind of bizarre and terrifying movie? It didn't seem like either of those. It seemed like a scene from another world taking place in her bedroom. She knew that if she could get up out of the bed to go and touch the painting, there would be nothing there but air.
The blonde girl and the man who looked like Uncle Aleister were both groaning insanely now, lost in the ecstasy of their obscene act. The blonde's hips began to move in slow rolling motions around and around the enormously lust bloated shaft of his cock.
Vanessa stared as the man withdrew his thick cock from the depths of her obscenely violated pussy. The lust-bloated cockshaft seemed to be even greater in size as it drew slowly out of the girl's cunt until only the mushroom-shaped head remained imbedded inside. Then, he fucked forward again, driving his cock deeper up into her pussy. Vanessa's body seemed to be raging with an internal fire now as she watched Aleister fucking in and out of the captive blonde. The girl let out a groan of pleasure that sounded almost inhuman as her pussy was filled again and again with his enormous hot throbbing cock. And now, between Vanessa's own legs there was a burning desire that would not diminish.
The dark-haired orphan felt the dampness between her thighs grow greater, and she was horrified at the response she was having. This lewd and hideous scene was making her virginal pussy wet with lusting fluid. She had never felt this way before in her life!
Aleister fucked wildly now in and out of the poor blonde girl's horribly stretched cunt.
The soft folds of Vanessa's nightgown, that had fallen in between her legs, were making her tiny clitoris hard and tingly against the soft fabric. Flashing electric sensations coursed through her body and she felt as if every nerve in her were alive with excitement.
"Ooooohhhhh. . . ahhhhhh!" the captive blonde's head tossed from side to side and she moaned in crazed ecstasy as Aleister drove his cock in and out of her burning pussy. She was undulating her hips now, matching every stroke of his hotly fucking cock, and the fluid from her cunt was running freely down her inner thigh. She looked almost demonic as she worked her hips around and around the length of Aleister's cockshaft, trying hungrily to suck the juices from his sperm-heavy balls.
Aleister was fucking in and out of the girl's cunt with an ever-increasing tempo, his enormous cock growing larger and larger with his impending orgasm. The girl was grinding her hips around and around and groaning like a wounded animal.
"Fuck me... oh fuck me. . . " she cried again and again. "Fill me with cum... fill me with cummmm!"
Her blonde hair flew across her face as her head twisted back and forth and her huge tits danced on her chest as he buffeted her with harder and harder strokes. Vanessa had never seen anything like this before... had no idea what an orgasm was. To her, it looked as if the girl was going to go mad.
The dark-haired orphan stared hard now at the swaying motion of Aleister's balls as he rocked back and forth, fucking the girl mercilessly with his cock. The hair-covered sacs seemed to be filled with enormous weights.
Now Vanessa was overwhelmed with the desire to bring her hand to her own, wildly burning pussy - but again, she found that-though her body was wildly alive to sensations, she had no conscious control over it. Her hand would not obey her desire to stroke herself, and the insatiable fires raged unsatisfied between her young white thighs.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhh. . . ohhhhhhhh.. . fuck me! Fuck meeeeee! I'm cummmmiiiinnnngggggg! Ohhhhh.. . Godddddd!" The blonde girl was suddenly shaking and jerking wildly against the shackles that held her to the stone slab as she screamed out the first waves of her climax.
Vanessa saw too that Uncle Aleister shoved his cock still deeper up inside her wildly spasming pussy. She continued to scream and writhe, begging him to fill her cunt fill of cum. And Aleister obliged. With a deep groan, he thrust still deeper into her and suddenly his cock released the pent-up sperm from his balls. It began shooting hot blasts of searing hot cum deep up inside her still climaxing cunt.
"Ooooohhhhh! Ooooohhhhh! Aaaagggghhhhhh!" she shouted, her face a strange contorted mask of passion.
And those who stood around the couple were engaged in acts so vile and obscene that Vanessa thought she would die of shame in watching. The obscenely joined bodies spasmed in lewd unison as Aleister's cum filled her pussy, squirting in great explosive blasts from the tip of his enormous cock. Each hot. blast was followed by a loud cry of pleasure from the blonde girl, and it seemed like he would never run dry. His ass cheeks flexed and unflexed in emphasis and his head was thrown back as he strained for the magnificent pleasure of his orgasm.
Vanessa felt as though something strange wanted to explode deep in her own hotly seeping pussy, for her body had grown wantonly excited from the scene before her eyes. She knew she had been drugged and surely that had something to do with this sharp excitement she was feeling in her cunt. If only she could touch herself, but she could not move her limbs, and it only made the fire in her cunt blaze still more powerfully.
As Uncle Aleister finished his orgasm, the scene before Vanessa's eyes began to fade. The figures seemed to grow paler and paler until they dissolved, leaving only the painting on the wall. Vanessa tried to see the picture as it really was, hanging once again inside its frame on the wall. But her vision was growing blurry and she couldn't make it out. And then, though she struggled to keep her eyes open, they felt very very heavy. They closed for a moment and she opened them, though with great effort. But she could not fight it. She fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
Chapter Three
When Vanessa awoke the next morning, the sun was bright and a soft breeze blew in through the open window. Her body felt wonderfully alive and rested, and more sensual than was usual for her. Her nipples were sensitively erect and each time she moved, the sheets rubbed against her tits and delicious shivers ran through her body. At first it was lovely, but when she began to come into a state of full consciousness it was embarrassingly unpleasant for her.
And then she remembered! The dream. What an awful dream she had had. She looked up at the wall where the painting she had dreamt about hung. A chill went up her spine as she looked at it. No wonder it had caused a nightmare. But there was nothing sexual about the painting, though it was not very pleasant. It was just a painting, probably very old, of a blonde girl chained to a slab of marble, with many people gathered around watching. A bat hovered in the background.
Vanessa reminded herself comfortingly that it was quite normal to have bad dreams after the death of a loved one. And now, in the light of day, she felt hopeful. She would meet her uncle today and perhaps get to know him a bit. Maybe she would even see some of New York city - Rockefeller Center, the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building.
Then she made an important decision. She would not wear mourning today. It had been a month since mother had died and now it was time to resume life. For the first time since the day her mother died, she decided to wear white. She put on her lacy white bra and a white lace garter belt and panties. Then she walked to the closet and chose a pretty dress, cornflowers on a white background.
It made her feel better to be so cheerfully dressed. She went downstairs for breakfast. Uncle Aleister was seated at the breakfast table. For a moment, she felt a chill of horror as she remembered her dream the night before. But he was dressed in a reassuringly casual manner - a velour sweater and handsome tan pants. He was reading The New York Times.
"Good morning, my dear!" He greeted her cheerfully. "You look quite lovely this morning. You must have slept well."
Something in his tone of voice made her uncomfortable. She had the strangest feeling that somehow he knew what she had dreamed. But that was ridiculous! She was being very foolish.
"Good morning," she smiled, and sat down at the table. "Lily is a wonderful cook," he said. "What would you like for breakfast." She was very hungry and asked for juice, bacon and eggs, a muffin and coffee. When it arrived, Vanessa suffered another shock. The girl who had prepared it, the girl called Lily, looked exactly like the girl in her dream the night before!
"When you are finished," said Aleister, giving her no time to ponder this strange new fact, "you must allow me to show you the house. I am especially proud of the greenhouse that has been constructed on the top floor. My collection of orchids is one of the most renowned in the world. I believe it is even more impressive than Mr. Nero Wolfe's."
"Indeed?" she said. "Why, I would be delighted to see them." "Yes," Aleister continued. "Forgive me if I have not expressed my sympathy to you over your mother's death. But I believe that death is not a cause for grieving. Birth and death, it is all part of the cycle of life. And each is beautiful in its own way."
The greenhouse was like nothing Vanessa had ever seen before. The sun beat down through the glass room and the atmosphere was heavy and redolent with the scent of the orchids. There were orchids everywhere, almost obscenely luscious in their size and beauty. And there were only orchids - no other flower, no other greenery. Vanessa found it quite odd too that they existed in every stage of life, from very young plants to orchids at the peak of bloom, to ones that had long since decayed.
"You can see, my dear niece," he said, "that the words I speak are the words I live by. I see beauty in all of life's processes. Are not the colors of decay as beautiful in their own way as those of youth?" he asked.
Vanessa must have looked puzzled, for he did not continue. "I spend a great deal of time here," he said. "For orchids contain in them the mystery of the female." "It's quite lovely," she said, noticing with appreciation the manner in which it was furnished. There were several antique velvet chairs in the deep shade of burgundy her uncle seemed to favor. "But what kind of chair is that?" she asked pointing to an oddly shaped chair that seemed to partially recline.
"You must try it," said Aleister, in a tone that, for no apparent reason, sent a chill through Vanessa's body. "Go on," he encouraged her. "Don't be shy." She sat down in the chair and fought the angle of its incline for a moment, struggling to sit upright in it.
"Please, my dear niece," he said in a voice intended to inspire calm. "Lean back and relax." She leaned back in the chair though she remained wary, her muscles tense. "That's it. Just sink back into the lovely soft velvet," he murmured, his voice growing softer and more intimate.
"Relax, dear niece, relax." His tone now was almost hypnotic and Vanessa began to feel better. It was a wonderful chair, and it was such a relief after the strain of the past month, after the nightmares that disturbed her sleep the night before, to let it all go.
He was standing at the wall now and Vanessa was vaguely aware that he was near a wall-box of electrical switches. Then, suddenly she felt the touch of cool smooth metal. And before she realized what was happening her wrists and ankles were bound to the chair by steel clamps that had risen right out of the chair itself!
"Oh my god!" she breathed. "W-what on earth. . . ?"
"My dear niece," said Aleister. "There's no need to grow panicked. Relax. . . "
She tried a false laugh of bravado. "This isn't funny uncle... I don't like it. Please, stop joking with me. . . let me go." "This is no joke, my dear," he said.
Then suddenly, she began to struggle, but the more she tried to free herself the more the metal edges of the clamps cut into her flesh. Aleister just stood there and watched with an amused chuckle. "It's futile, my dear Vanessa," he said calmly. "You cannot escape from me."
"Please! Oh God... let me goooo! Let me goooo!" She grew more and more terrified with each passing moment. "You struggle now," he said, "but one day you will love it. Like Lily, the cook. She struggled once as you do, and now she would not think of living without me. She needs me-as you will need me."
"You're crazy! Oh God! You're mad!" And though she knew the futility of struggle her body still tried to get free. "You will worship me," he said. "I am your God and master." Now the poor young girl was speechless. It was the most tortured feeling Vanessa had ever known-to be unable to move. And she knew that a worse torture was yet to come.
The tone in his voice was changing, growing thick and strange. "You look so lovely, Vanessa. You are as beautiful as these orchids." He was walking toward her now, was standing over her as he had hovered over the girl in her dream, then his mouth was covering hers as he kissed her hard on the lips.
She jerked her head away from him. He only laughed. "Let me suck the nectar of your lips," he said, and once more bent to kiss her. "Ahhhhhh," he breathed. "Yes, you are a beauty." He stood back. Vanessa looked at him in stark terror as she realized he was about to take his clothes off. She tried to close her eyes.
He said to her menacingly, "Look at me, my dear. You must not look away." She was too frightened to disobey, and therefore, she stared as he took off his shirt, revealing a muscular if somewhat hairy chest. Then, her heart began to pound wildly as she saw him unzip his pants. Quickly, she turned her head away. "Look!" he commanded. "You must see the god you are to worship - the great god, Phallus!" He removed his pants and underwear and was standing before her now, stark naked, a huge red shaft of pulsating flesh jutting out from his loins. She shut her eyes again. She could not bear to look at such an obscene sight. Her heart was pounding wildly, but this time he did not make her look again.
She felt his fingers on her now, felt him unbuttoning her dress. There was nothing she could do to stop him. Her muscles were tight, her eyes clenched shut. It was the most awful feeling she had ever experienced. This man was her mother's brother! No wonder she had never spoken of him! He was monstrous, evil.
His fingers were unbuttoning the front of her cornflower dress, and her powerlessness to fight him made her feel sick. "Please," she whispered helplessly, tears streaming down her face. "Please. ..let me go... don't do this to me." And then he ripped the flimsy garment right off her shoulders, so it hung in tatters around her waist. "Oh God!" she screamed. It was some kind of nightmare!
In the same way, he tore her bra right off her body, exposing her tits - full and firm and round, their nipples puckered in the cool air. Her humiliation was enormous, and as her hands fought to cover her body, she was cut by the rim of the metal shackles.
"Don't struggle," he said. "It is much better for you if you don't." She was sweating now and her heart was beating with terror. She was bound to the chair, wearing nothing but her lacy white garter belt, her stockings and her little white bikini panties.
And in another swift motion, Aleister had torn off the panties. Never in her life had Vanessa been so utterly humiliated and there was nothing she could do to cover herself. She was bound to the chair, wearing only garter belt and stockings, and the dark hair of her pussy was fully exposed to his view.
"You're beautiful Vanessa," he murmured, "more beautiful even than I imagined." And indeed, she was an exquisite woman. Her legs were long and slender, the skin as clear as porcelain. And between her legs, bound at the ankles to the corners of the chair, he could see the lovely orchid petals of her virginal pussy.
"Oh God!" she screamed in terror. Once again she shut her eyes to the sight of his half-covered body, with the enormous menacing cock jutting out from his loins. She squirmed in terror, when again he covered her mouth with his, and forced his tongue into its smooth wetness. He began to suck on her tongue as if he would pull it out from the roots. And his hands rubbed hard against every inch of her fearfully tensed body. She heard him groan as his palm grazed the bud of her hard erect nipples, then traveled down the taut flatness of her belly, past the lacy fabric of her white garter belt, to the thick dark curls of pubic hair covering her cringing cunt.
He seemed to the young captive like some kind of bull on the rampage as he sadistically forced his hand between her thighs and pressed his outstretched finger into her pathetically terrified pussy. She tried to jerk her hips back to escape his probing finger, but the shackles and the angle of the chair made it impossible.
"Oh God! God! Please. . . pleeeeeeeease.. . let me go !" But he only laughed at her anguished cry and continued to insert his finger into her cunt.
Then to Vanessa's utter humiliation, her uncle clamped his mouth over her erect pink nipple and sucked it deep into his warm wet mouth, nipping at it with his teeth. "Oh God!" she breathed. Discouragement had changed her screams to whispers again. A tiny yelp of terror escaped her lips as she felt his throbbing cock press hotly into the soft white flesh of her thigh. She shut her eyes tightly and braced her body against this rape. Suddenly, she felt his thumb make contact with her clitoris. He continued to suck voraciously on the soft firm flesh of her tit.
When he had touched the sensitive nerve-ending of her clitoris, a tiny gasp escaped her lips and an unwanted sensation of pleasure danced up her spine and spread to every nerve ending in her poor, bound body. "Phallus is my god!" groaned Aleister. . . "and your pussy will worship at his throne."
His middle finger was fucking in and out of her moistening cunt now. Again and again she begged him to stop, but he seemed not to hear her anymore. Slowly, he moved his mouth down the flat plane of her belly, stopping at the exact point below her garter belt where her black pubic hair began. The shackles held her legs wide apart and now her Uncle Aleister was staring at the erotic sight of her glistening cunt with his finger fucking in and out of the still tightly resisting flesh. His eyes widened almost like a madman's as they devoured the exquisite sight of her defenseless and virginal pussy. And then, with a low groan, he bent to his knees before her.
"And the god Phallus worships at the temple of the virgin," he said. My God! Vanessa thought. He's mad. He's stark raving mad! Hot tears streamed down her face and her heart beat wildly. She was powerless to do anything but submit to him. Suddenly, she felt something make contact with her soft pussy flesh. Oh God! It was his tongue! Slowly, oh so slowly, he was running his tongue around and around in the soft petals of her cuntal lips.
A horrible shock ran through her body followed by powerful sensations she did not want - sensations like those she had felt last night watching the picture in that terribly strange dream she had had. "Please, please, please," she whispered, "Please . . . please . . . stop!"
But Uncle Aleister seemed oblivious now to her pleas. He was licking his tongue wetly across her succulent cuntal flesh, spreading her quivering pussy lips, then flicking upward to tease the tiny bud of her clitoris. Then, pushing his lips hard against her moistly throbbing cunt, he sucked at the sweet-tasting flesh and drew it up into his mouth. He felt her little clitoris hardening, and he began to nip at it, rolling it between his teeth, swirling his tongue over the quivering little pink bud.
Vanessa was suddenly astonished to hear a strange sound escape her lips. It was a groan of pleasure. Oh no! she thought. No! That sound didn't come from me! But it had. A confusing wave of pleasure was rippling through her helplessly bound body. Never in her life had she felt anything like this before. Her mind struggled to maintain its power over her body. But Uncle Aleister's tongue was working faster and faster up and down the length of her now hotly seeping pussy. She could feel the drops of obscene wetness running down the crevice between her nakedly quivering ass cheeks.
"Stop! Dear God! I beg you. Stop!" she cried out, her voice now a confused and anguished scream. But the sound of her tortured voice only excited Uncle Aleister even more. He could feel the pressure building in his cock as he fucked his tongue deeper up into his captive's virginal little pussy.
He was almost ready to start on the road to ecstasy, almost ready to place his cock at the entrance to her exquisite cunt. She was a beauty this one, more beautiful even than Lily had been when she had first come to him. He rammed his tongue still deeper into the unbelievable sweetness of her young pussy now, screwing it up into the throbbing hot passage until he felt the tight membrane of her maidenhood against the tip of his tongue. He licked now like a madman, first thrusting his tongue in her cunt, now pulling it out.
Yes, he thought. She protests now, but her pussy is hot and wet. I can feel her cunt walls clasping around my tongue.
Vanessa lay helplessly captive in the dark velvet chair, her arms and ankles clamped with smooth steel so that she could not even struggle against him. This demonic man, who called himself her uncle, licked furiously up into her pussy. She could not struggle, but she did not want to give in to him either. Yet she could not deny the lewd sensations swirling through her nakedly splayed cunt. More and more, one feeling was blocking every other feeling she had-and that was the feeling in her burning cunt and the hotly licking tongue that was beginning to drive her out of her mind.
And then she felt his warm mouth traveling once again up her belly until his mouth clamped hotly over hers. Now she was forced to taste her own sweet pussy juice from his lips and tongue. Then she felt his thick rigid cock pressing against her wetly heated cuntal opening.
Aleister's sperm-bloated balls were aching to be released now. He let out an almost inhuman cry as he felt the tight elastic mouth of her cunt give way and the hot spongy head of his cock pop inside her pussy lips. Oh God! thought Vanessa. His prick is so enormous-and I'm a virgin - it will surely injure me! Then he pressed forward just a little more, and she felt tiny pains flash up her spine. The pressure of his huge cock against her cuntal walls only forewarned of a worse pain to come.
Then, suddenly, he pushed forward with his hips, pushed right through her virginal membrane, feeling it give way as, with one hard lunge, his thick cock slipped inside the tight smooth sheath of her cunt.
"Aghhhhhhhhh! Owwwwwwwww!" she screamed around his impaling tongue as the pressure of his cock pounded through her body painfully. She felt as if she were stretched enormously yet there was no way she could get away from that huge cock. Never in her life had she felt such a painful pressure. She felt as if she might split in two.
Aleister's passion now was overwhelming. He lunged forward again driving his cock still further into the liquid depths of her cunt. "Owwwwwwwwwww! Arrrrghgggghhhhh!" she cried pathetically. But Aleister was immune to her pleas. Her tight cunt passage wrapped around him like a velvet glove, driving him nearly mad with lust.
"Unnnnnppppphhhhhhh! Pleeeeeeeeeease!" she screamed again. She felt as if she were being stretched to impossible proportions by his fucking cock and there was a throbbing pressure now throughout her entire body. There was no way in the world she could struggle against him. She could do nothing at all but give up. In her discouragement, all of her muscles began to relax. On the next stroke, he buried his huge cock all the way to the hilt in the incredible tightness of her cunt. This time she made no sound at all, only wept quietly in defeat.
Aleister pulled his hips back, taking his long cock out of her wet pussy so that only the thick spongy head remained inside. Then he fucked forward, driving the full length of it back into her aching womb. In and out he thrust, until the fucking took on its own primitive rhythm, his strokes growing stronger and stronger, faster and faster. His balls felt as if they would burst with hot pent-up sperm as he thrust deeply into her tightly clinging pussy walls.
Knowing there was nothing she could do to stop this horrible rape, Vanessa once again shut her eyes tight. At least, she thought, she wouldn't have to look at this terrible obscenity.
Then, suddenly, his huge shaft fucked into her with such force that her eyes flew open again. What she saw made her cringe in horror. She was looking down over the firm ripe mounds of her tits, over the erect buds of her nipples, to the point far below where their bodies were joined obscenely. His huge red cock, covered with slick wetness from her cunt, was fucking in and out of her with tremendous force and she could see her black pubic hairs grazing the length of his hot hard penis. His balls were slapping against her smooth white thighs. Dear God! His cock and balls looked monstrous, like some kind of evil creature torturing her captive flesh.
"Nooooooooooo! Oh Godddddd! Stopppp!" she screamed out, but it only seemed to egg Aleister on. He stroked harder and fucked deep inside of her, his battering movements opening her cunt as wide as he could. He was fucking with such force now that something very strange was happening to Vanessa. A strange and powerful excitement was growing throughout her body, but especially in her pussy. The tip of his cock was sending tiny but powerful thrills through her as it battered against her cervix, strange thrills that were at once painful and pleasurable.
And Aleister was half mad now with his own pleasure, because her young cunt felt so incredibly good wrapped tightly around his plunging cock. And he knew that soon he would explode in powerful orgasm.
Again, Vanessa shut her eyes tight in a desperate effort to erase reality-not only the reality of this rape, but the reality of the burning sensations which were growing in her womb. The harder and deeper this man fucked into her helplessly captive body, the stronger her own feelings were growing.
Though she hated to admit it to herself, the pain of his forced entry into her virginal pussy was now transformed into something that felt incredibly thrilling. And the harder he fucked into her, the more her body was overwhelmed with this strange pleasure/pain.
Aleister was fucking in and out of her like some crazed beast, obsessed now with the need to shoot his boiling load of cum deep inside her virginal belly. He could feel the hot sperm seething in his balls, tingling at the root of his cock as he fucked it to the hilt in her tight smooth pussy.
"You love it don't you," he cried out. "You love the God Phallus . . . worship him . . . worship him!" Oh God, thought Vanessa. He's totally insane. Yet so was she, insane now with this burning lust that raged inside of her, fires begging to be quenched. It was all leading somewhere, building to something, but she knew not what. And she hated him for making her feel this way.
"No," she cried. "No, I hate you ... I hate you!" He could feel the sperm rising now in his cock as he battered her relentlessly. Vanessa's body was reeling with the sensations of his cock pounding her cunt, while her brain fought against the pleasure she was wantonly deriving from this obscene rape. His balls slapped heavily against her soft white ass and she felt his insanely lust-bloated cock growing to tremendous size as he battered her helplessly bound body.
Then suddenly, with an explosive force, his cock-swollen unbearably with built-up semen, exploding in orgasm. The hot white liquid shot into the captive girl like molten lava, bursting forth like an exploding cannon to flood the cavern of her now hotly churning pussy.
And suddenly, Vanessa, too, seemed to lose all control, "Aaaaaahhhhhh . . . Oooooohhhhh!" she moaned, almost feeling as if she were losing consciousness. She could not believe the intensity of the hot swirling sensations in her cunt as his cock jerked out its climax again and again inside her wildly excited pussy.
And then something unbelievable happened to her. Her body began to spasm and quake as a million firecrackers seemed to go off inside of her. Waves and waves of the most incredible pleasure she had ever experienced spread from the core of her pussy throughout her entire body. Her body seemed to explode forever, and she thought it might never end, feared that she might never be herself again. Then, slowly, it began to subside until she was still.
Suddenly, her body seemed to grow very cool and she was humiliatingly aware of her bound hands and ankles again. She lay pathetically shamed beneath this horrible, muscular, hairy man that had just raped her. She was a prisoner in his house now. And she knew with a chilling certainty, that other horrors lay in store for her. And she shivered in contemplation of what lay ahead.
Chapter Four
Vanessa awoke in her room. It was morning. She was disoriented, having no idea where she was. Then, in an unwanted wave of truth, she remembered everything. But how had she gotten back to bed again and what had happened to the rest of the day. It had been morning and now it was morning again. That meant she had lost a whole day somewhere. She shivered in horror at the thought and suddenly grew aware of her body. It felt tired and sore. She hugged herself and suddenly felt something on her arm smarting. She looked down and saw that there was a small bruise on her arm and a tiny puncture in her skin. Someone had given her an injection! She must have been drugged!
Oh God! She had to escape from here. She had somehow to find a way to get out. Who knows what they would do to her - what they had already done!
Then she saw something that caused a hideous shiver of horror to run through her. Her eye fell on the picture on the wall - the one that had been in her dreams the first night. Something in the picture was very different. Now the girl on the slab had black hair and looked very much like Vanessa herself!
Never in her life had she experienced such a feeling of horror. She had walked into a nightmare, and she knew that if she didn't find a way out, she might never return to the real world again.
Suddenly the door opened and Vanessa's heart skipped a beat. Who knew what horror awaited her next? She was relieved to see that it was only Lily, dressed in a pretty frock, and carrying a silver tray with breakfast on it.
The pretty blonde girl smiled at Vanessa cheerfully. "Are you feeling better?" she asked. "I-I'm exhausted," said Vanessa. "Well, I would imagine so, after all you've been through." Lily was smiling cheerfully. "I'm glad to see you've pulled through it." "Pulled through it?" "Yes . . . it looks like the fever's finally broke." "Fever?" "Oh dear ... you were so sick when Billy and Kurt brought you here. Why you've been mostly unconscious for several days now." "I-I've been sick?"
"Oh yes!" said Lily. "But let's forget about that. You certainly are looking better now." Vanessa began to feel reassured. It was just nightmares then. The whole thing. She'd just dreamed these terrible things - undoubtedly her mother's death had caused her mind to house strange demons. And then Vanessa noticed that there was a dish on the tray with a flower in it-an orchid!
"Where did this come from?" Vanessa asked. Lily's eyes narrowed. "It's a flower. Don't you like it?" "Where did it come from?" "From the greenhouse," she said. Then suddenly her face seemed crafty to Vanessa. "You had strange dreams," she said. "What were they?" "Yes," said Vanessa. "They were awful ... I-1 can't talk about them."
"They were about sex, weren't they?" "How do you know?" Vanessa's relief had been short-lived. Something in the blonde girl's manner made Vanessa suspicious again. "I read a lot . . . psychology and stuff like that . . . Freud and guys like that. Everything is sexual. The way Freud interprets things, even orchids are symbols . . . for women . . . you know."
"Oh," said Vanessa, somewhat reassured. "Aleister taught me that . . . it's our religion." "What on earth ... ?" Lily was suddenly painfully aware that she had said too much. She tried to cover it quickly. "You'd better eat your eggs before they get cold. Cold eggs, ycchhhh . . . they're awful." "I-I'm not very hungry," said Vanessa. "You'd better eat your eggs," said Lily. There was something oddly menacing in her voice. "They're special. I made them myself."
Afraid to offend the young girl, Vanessa took a bit of the omelet on her plate. It had a peculiar kind of spice ... oddly familiar.
"What's in this?" she asked. "A special spice . . . it's called biche. It's from Brazil. Eat your eggs."
It was only a few more mouthfuls that Vanessa remembered where she had tasted that spice before. In the cake . . . it was the same spice she had had in the cake, before that horrible nightmare had begun. But as soon as she realized it, she also knew it was too late. She had finished more than half the omelet and she could already feel the drug affecting her body. The colors in the room seemed to grow more vivid and an unnatural feeling of relaxation permeated her being.
She looked up at Lily and was struck by two things. One was the incredibly delicate beauty of the blonde girl's face ... the clear blue eyes, the fine, upturned nose, the perfect lips, like a cupid's bow. What incredible lips, thought Vanessa, so red, like a ripe fruit. They look so delicious. I would love to taste them!
Oh my God! What am I thinking? What's wrong with me! It was then that she noticed something else about Lily - the look in her eyes . . . an indefinable quality, a kind of knowingness bordering on evil, that sent shivers through Vanessa's body.
Lily leaned over to take away the breakfast tray. Her dress was cut low in the front and Vanessa caught a glimpse of the tops of the white mounds of her tits as she leaned over. The dark-haired girl felt a strange tingling between her legs. Oh God! I'm drugged again! This is too horrible!
Lily put the tray on the dresser and then sat beside Vanessa on the bed. Vanessa could feel the warmth of the other girl's body, almost as if it glowed with a kind of animal heat. And a soft breeze was wafting through the open window, sending thrilling rushes of pleasure through the drugged girl's body.
Vaguely, in the back of her mind. Vanessa knew that something terrible was going to happen again. I had been no dream! But they had so confounded her mind with drugs that she could barely tell reality from dream any longer. She fought now desperately to keep her mind in control of the situation. She believed in the power of the mind, believed that if she struggled with enough strength against this drug called biche she could resist the temptations of her flesh.
"Do you feel good?" Lily asked, lightly stroking her forehead. Vanessa wanted to push her hand away, but again - as on the first night - she was not in conscious control of her body. Besides, Lily's hand was cool and soothing on her forehead. It felt good.
"You are very beautiful," said Lily softly, and now her finger was trailing down Vanessa's neck, sending strong shivers throughout her body. Vanessa was staring again at Lily's lips, so full, such a deep red, almost as deep a burgundy as the curtains. She had an overpowering desire now to kiss Lily. To Vanessa's astonishment she was able to lift her head from the pillow with no effort at all, and suddenly she was making soft and thrilling contact with the blonde girl's lips.
The moment Vanessa realized what she was doing, she wanted to recoil in horror. But her head would not obey her own command. My God! she thought. Does that mean that someone else is controlling me. I can't move when I want to, only when she wants me to. Vanessa felt like she was losing her mind. She wanted to pull away, to run, but she was trapped - not by any physical bonds, but by some curious mixture of drugs and mental power that was terrifying. And worse, the feelings she felt were utter pleasure though her tormented mind was horrified.
Lily's lips were as soft as the smoothest silk, and firm, and for a few moments the blonde girl was passive, just allowing a light touch from Vanessa's lips. Then, Lily parted her lips and her tiny tongue snaked out, licking Vanessa's lips. For a moment she stopped. "I'm so glad it's you that is the blood tie. I like you, Vanessa. I am glad you are joining us!"
"Joining us?" her voice sounded so slow to her ears, as if she were talking through a fog. "The church. Aleister's church. The Church of Earthly Desire." "W-what ... ?" "Aleister is our priest. Aleister is closest to the deity ... we are all prisoners of the flesh . . . we are put on earth to experience carnality and lust so that we can be free in our next incarnation."
"I-I don't know what you're talking about?" said Vanessa, scared now because her voice sounded so strange, yet she could see and think clearly enough. She could see an almost crazed look in Lily's eyes, the look of a fanatic.
"I resisted at first too," said Lily. "When I first came here." Her voice was soft, almost hypnotic. It was lulling Vanessa into a sensual kind of stupor. "Until I realized that I had to worship Aleister . . . for he is the master of us all."
Lily was squeezing Vanessa's hand now, leaning over her so that once again their lips were almost touching. Vanessa was ashamed of the quivering sensations in her belly. Her heart was beating rapidly in her throat. Her mind screamed out a tormented warning, but she was powerless to fight the thrilling sensations coursing through her body now.
"Don't be frightened, Vanessa," Lily said softly. "I love you . . . I will worship you." Her lips were almost touching Vanessa's ear as she spoke, her breath warm and soft in her ear. "I resented you when he first brought you here. But now I see your beauty and I want to give you pleasure."
Then her mouth was pressing down on Vanessa's lips. Vanessa wanted to recoil in horror, but her body would not obey the commands of her mind. "You can't fight us," said Lily as if reading Vanessa's thoughts. "You are one of us now. You must accept that . . . all our bodies are one. That is the teaching of the Church of Earthly Desire."
Lily was standing now. "Take off your nightgown," she whispered. "I want to see your beauty." Again Vanessa found that her body obeyed Lily's commands. Though she did not want to, she found herself pulling her nightgown off over her head, lying naked in front of the blonde girl.
Lily was staring at her body, and Vanessa could feel Lily's eyes traveling over her, could feel them first on her erect nipples, traveling downward over her belly, staring at the bushy mound of black pubic hair between her legs. Lily came closer and softly began to stroke Vanessa's smooth white thighs. Wild ripples of hot desire coursed through the dark-haired girl's body. Her mind was tormented, but her body felt utter pleasure.
Then Lily stood back again and Vanessa watched as the blonde girl removed her pinafore, unzipping it and sliding it all the way down her body. She wore no bra and Vanessa felt the breath catch in her throat as she gazed at the other girl's quivering breasts. Vanessa could feel the tight grip of passion seize her loins. She stared at the high firm mounds of Lily's melon-like tits with their brown nipples that stood out so hard and tempting. Vanessa wanted to reach out and caress them, for she had never touched another woman's tits before. Lily was so beautiful! So tall and slim, her long blonde hair cascading like a golden waterfall down her slender back.
Lily was circling her finger now, around and. around the pink areola of Vanessa's voluptuous tits. The dark-haired girl was trembling as the gentle touch on her nipple was causing sensations so powerful that almost everything else in the world was a blank. Her body began to tremble in anticipation of a pleasure she would not be able to resist.
Lily was lying now beside her on the bed. It was strange on this curious drug how Lily seemed to change positions without ever moving. Things happened so fast, in the blink of an eye. Lily was straddling her body now, raining a torrent of kisses all over her body.
"Oh Goddd!" Vanessa, gasped, but it was a sound of pleasure, not of protest. The molten hot screams of passion coursing through her were overpowering now as she felt the other woman's body on hers, feeling Lily's soft blonde pubic mound pressing against her own, feeling Lily's thighs against hers, and then the most incredible sensation as nipple touched nipple.
"Arrrgghhhhh!" Vanessa groaned in helpless lust. She looked down between their naked bodies, as the other girl's tits crushed against her own. She was overcome with desire and her hands moved down Lily's slender back to her ass, massaging the firm round asscheeks with total desire.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Vanessa knew that she was not in control of her body. Somehow she knew that, robot-like, this blonde girl had total control over her. Nevertheless, the feelings that burned deep in her belly were feelings of need to satisfy her own desire.
Rhythmically, Vanessa's hips began to undulate against Lily's and Lily's movements seemed in unison with her own. The two girls writhed together on the bed, their bodies touching everywhere, tits, bellies, thighs, wrapping and twisting around one another.
Lily reached up and began to stroke Vanessa's tits with a light circular motion. Vanessa's nipples sprang up to an even greater hardness. Vanessa felt hot and feverish all over her body and she could feel the moisture begin to seep from her cuntal slit.
"Lock your legs around me," Lily commanded. Vanessa obeyed, twining her legs around Lily's, her hips grinding up and down against the blonde girl's pubic mound. A voice far away in her conscience was screaming, Stop! Dear God! Stop! But Vanessa was powerless to obey her conscience.
Then another command came from Lily's lips. "Suck my breast. Suck it!" she said. And Vanessa's lips were around the other girl's hotly pulsating nipple. The smooth hardness was irresistible, and she drew it deep inside her mouth. "Suck harder," Lily ordered. And Vanessa sucked harder, her tongue, at the same time, swirling around and around the erect nipple, teasing it madly until the blonde girl moaned helplessly.
"Oooooooohhhh!" Lily groaned with pleasure, her body writhing as she felt the dark-haired girl's tongue swirling and curling around the sensitive tip of her nipple. She reached down between their bodies then and guided her middle finger to the smooth warmth of Vanessa's now hotly writhing cunt. Lily could feel the hot wetness seeping from Vanessa's pussy and her finger toyed teasingly in the other girl's pussy lips.
Vanessa too was moaning crazily now. She moved her leg up along Lily's body, exposing her hungry pussy even wider to Lily's hotly teasing finger. Her body was shuddering with the anticipation of greater thrills to come.
The dark-haired captive could feel Lily's hand massaging her moistly swollen pussy lips, softly working them apart. And then, slowly, oh so slowly, she felt Lily's finger begin worming itself inside the tightly smooth walls of her cunt.
At the same time, Vanessa continued to suck hungrily on Lily's breast, sucking the nipple still harder than before, nipping at it with her teeth, as Lily plunged her finger still deeper into her pussy.
"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Vanessa groaned with pleasure. "Ohhhhhhhh! Deeper ... deeeeper!" she cried out. "Touch my pussy too," Lily told her. And Vanessa slid her hand down to the center of Lily's thighs, and felt the moisture seeping from her pussy lips. She slid her finger in between Lily's thighs.
Lily loved it. She was moaning and writhing with pleasure and Vanessa could feel Lily's pussy open like the petals of a flower to accept the finger in her hotly churning depths. They were both rhythmically thrusting fingers now into each other's cunts, their tits rubbing against each other as moans of pleasure filled the room. "Kiss me!" Lily ordered.
And, as always, on this strange drug, Vanessa obeyed. She pressed her mouth against the blonde girl's mouth and thrust her tongue deep inside. She licked the roof of Lily's mouth, swirled her tongue around Lily's and licked and sucked at the other girl's lips.
The blonde girl was moving her fingers in and out of Vanessa's cunt now until they were making loud sucking noises that filled the elegant old room. Her tongue teased with Vanessa's until the two were entwined like serpents.
Like serpents! thought Vanessa, who was suddenly overcome with a powerful sense of evil. What was she doing! How had she let herself be taken over by this demon lust. The sense of wickedness that she had felt from the moment she had entered the house was now no longer something separate from herself. It was her too. She was now a part of the obscene acts that went on in this strange place. But I'm drugged! She thought. This isn't me!
But the feelings coursing through her belonged to no one else. She couldn't fight it. She was a victim. Lily had taken control over her mind and body. She was helpless to summon God's help against these demons. Then, snake-like, Lily was slithering down Vanessa's body until her face was just inches from Vanessa's pussy.
"Open your legs," Lily commanded. As if she were a puppet and someone were pulling the strings, her legs opened, so that the blonde girl was gazing directly down into Vanessa's pinkly glistening cuntal lips. There was a lewd glint in the pretty blonde girl's catlike green eyes. Vanessa watched now. Her mind was a spectator at this obscene display in which her body participated with relish. Her mind wanted to run, but her body wanted something completely different. Her body was as evil as Lily was, as evil as Aleister. Her body wanted to feel the other girl's soft pink tongue between her legs, wanted to feel it more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. Her body wanted her pussy licked. Her body wanted Lily's tongue to worm its way up inside her, all the way to her deepest core.
Lily's long, red polished fingernails were digging into Vanessa's milk white thighs, as she placed her mouth over the nakedly exposed pussy and began to probe with her tongue deep inside the tight wet passage. Vanessa's traitorous body was arching and bucking, her belly quivering with frantic passion. The long warm tongue felt like a serpent, slithering up inside her, wriggling and dancing in the tight cavern of her cunt. Her pussy lips were palpitating, clasping and unclasping hotly around the invading tongue of the blonde girl. Her black hair flailed from side to side as she moaned in sensual delirium, her lips trembling and her neck muscles straining. She reached up over her head, pressing her hands against the headboard her stiff-nipped tits quivering voluptuously. Her toes were pointed towards the vaulted ceiling. She began to emit animal mewls as she drowned in obscene swirls of passion.
Lily's head bobbed up and down between the other girl's soft white thighs. Her tongue flicked and probed the warm wetness of Vanessa's pussy. Then, suddenly, she felt Vanessa's body shudder. She slowed her rhythm. She didn't want her to come too soon. She had let herself be carried away. No, she had to be slower, more controlled, if she were to take her own pleasure.
And that was what Aleister taught. The human body strives constantly towards orgasmic ecstasy. That is the thrust of life. There is no other meaning, no other governing force. Lily shifted her position so that she was now lying alongside Vanessa, her blonde hair-fringed pussy only inches from the dark-haired captive's mouth. Lily could feel Vanessa's warm breath against her clitoris, and with tender movements once again began to rain hot wet kisses over Vanessa's black pubic hair.
"Lick me with your tongue, Vanessa." Obediently, Vanessa opened her mouth and her tongue sought the hardened bud of Lily's clitoris. It began to lash teasingly at the little nub of lust-hardened flesh. And then, in imitation of what Lily was doing, she began fucking her tongue obscenely in and out of Lily's steaming cunt, working with a passion that only increased the sinful flame in her own body. She felt an abandoned surge of desire, a consuming need. The sweet smell of the blonde girl's cunt was driving her nearly mad with illicit lesbian lust.
Lily's hand began again to stroke Vanessa's full firm tits, while her mouth and tongue continued their passionate ministrations of her tenderly quivering pussy flesh. For a moment, she slowly withdrew her tongue and took the throbbing button of Vanessa's clitoris between her tiny white teeth. She nipped teasingly at it and then ran her tongue around and around in continuous maddening circles. Then she returned to her tongue fucking of the black-haired woman's hotly writhing pussy channel.
Vanessa was completely lost now in this insane and sinful lust. Her head began to flail wildly from side to side as her hips jerked hungrily up and down on the bed. Lily's mouth opened still wider, and she moved her tongue downward along Vanessa's smooth, moistly heated cuntal slit, sawing in and out of the hotly throbbing pussy. She began to fuck the captive woman harder and faster with her tongue, sliding it deep up into Vanessa's tightly clasping cunt. Lily reveled in the hoarse animal mewls that came from Vanessa's throat as her hips tossed and jerked with the overpowering sensations caused by Lily's hotly thrusting tongue.
At the same time Vanessa's tongue was wildly fucking in and out of Lily's hot cunt, her thumb scraping across Lily's pulsating clitoris. Both women were very close to their mutual orgasms, which were now churning madly in their bellies. As Vanessa sucked with wild abandon now, the tremors in Lily's lovely body began to spread in larger and larger waves. She was close, very close and then-suddenly-she was there!
Lily reached the pinnacle of her orgasm and began to tumble into ecstasy. Her writhing body convulsed with wave after wave of powerful release, and, caught up in the throes of her violent passion, she forced her greedy mouth even tighter into the rapture-filled center of Vanessa's pussy. It was as if a million volts of electricity had passed through her body, and her hot tongue continued to fuck deeply into Vanessa's pussy.
Then Vanessa's exquisite face twisted into an obscene mask of lust and she began to scream as if she had gone mad ... "Ahhhhhhhhhh . . . aiiiieeeeeeeeee . . . oh Goddddddddd!" Around her tongue, Lily could feel Vanessa's vaginal muscles spasming. Vanessa's orgasmic fluid seeped out of her hotly vibrating cunt. Lily's climax tore through her body as her tongue lapped the honeyed dew from Vanessa's cunt. Wave after wave of ecstatic orgasmic release surged through their beings.
They bucked and spasmed together for several minutes before their orgasms began to subside. When it was over, they lay still together for awhile, and Vanessa became aware that the drug was wearing off. It was an unpleasant awareness, for with it came the guilty knowledge of what she had done. Lily was laying by her side, her face as innocent and peaceful as a child, and her fingers playing idly in Vanessa's dark hair.
Why, she feels no guilt at all, thought Vanessa. She looks untroubled, so happy. Vanessa both hated and envied her. Hated her for being part of this bizarre conspiracy she still did not fully understand. But she envied her the freedom to enjoy her body with such utter abandon.
Chapter Five
Vanessa knew she must have slept through all that day for when she awoke it was night. She awoke from a fitful sleep that had been filled with grotesque dreams. The images still danced macabre in her head: the gargoyle faces, the grotesque and grinning red lips of a fat woman she had never seen before, and the monstrous phallic shapes that seemed to permeate every setting. The walls of her dream were a dark red, like dried blood, and nowhere through her dream world was there any space of light or peace.
Lily had appeared in her dream, at first as an erotic figure which had aroused Vanessa, though with a horrible kind of passion which seemed to reek of death. Even Lily's face,, which had seemed so innocent and peaceful in reality, had seemed, in her dream, to be completely vacant, zombie-like, a being who had lost her soul. And then there was her uncle's voice, echoing through those dark red chambers of her dream, her uncle's deep and resonant voice, a voice of utter power and confidence, saying over and over again: "You belong to us, now. There is no way to return. There is no other world for you anymore. You belong to us."
All through her sleep, she remembered now, she would wake when it all grew too horrible, only to fall asleep and resume the dream exactly where it had left off. There is no way to return ... there is no other world.
Vanessa sat bolt upright in her bed. She had to escape. She knew with a sudden certainty that worse things lay in store for her ... knew that ultimately she would die in this house, be it a real death, or the kind of death of self that Lily had obviously fallen victim to. Hadn't she completely lost her will-even to move her own limbs twice since she had arrived here! She had to try to escape! She was astonished now at her own fearlessness. And proud of herself. She had made a decision, and now she would carry it out.
She dressed quietly, then took the money from her purse, stuffed it in the top of her bra, took a deep breath and opened the door. She had half expected to find Billy Butter standing just outside, but there was no one there. She looked both ways down, the hallway. It was empty. She listened for a human sound. It was totally silent.
She walked cautiously towards the dark wooden staircase and peered down into the living room. The lights illuminated the room, a fire was burning in the fireplace, but there was no one there. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest now. Her knees trembled, but she continued on her way. Slowly, listening after every step, she went downstairs. She leaned flat against the wall and held her breath to listen. She heard the fire crackling, heard the screech of brakes outside the house.
The outside world! It was the first sound from the outside she had heard since her arrival. It gave her courage to continue. She walked by the open doors of the living room, then down the long mirrored corridor towards the door. Finally, her hand was on the knob. She turned it. It was locked.
She was disappointed, but only for a moment. She regained her resolve and set out to explore the rest of the first floor. There must be a back door somewhere, she thought. But, just then, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Uncle Aleister, followed by Billy Butter.
"Good evening, my dear," he said. "So glad to see you up and about again." "Good evening," said Billy. "Glad you are up and about again." He had a childlike grin on his face as he echoed his master.
"Won't you join us for a little aperitif now? And, of course, tonight you will dine with us." "Why-why thank you," she said, having no other choice now but to go along with it all until another opportunity to escape came along. She was certain he did not know she had tried to leave, since she had taken no purse and no suitcase.
They sat around the fire in the living room, while Billy brought them each a glass of sweet vermouth. "We were quite worried about you," said Aleister. "We thought at first the fever would never break, and of course, we were all overjoyed this morning when Lily told us you had awakened and had put away a hearty breakfast." Suddenly Vanessa felt bold.
"I had no fever," she said, looking him straight in the eye. "Well, you could have fooled me," he said, laughing jovially. "The doctor injected you with plenty of antibiotics ... said she had no idea what kind of flu you had. Sometimes of course, great stress alone is enough to make the body do strange things . . . "
He seemed so friendly, so easygoing. Was it possible that she had been ill, that everything she imagined had happened were only dreams and hallucinations caused by the fever. My God! Of course. It was really the only thing that made sense!
She laughed then, suddenly understanding everything. And she felt a great sense of relief. Nothing had happened to her. It was all a dream. She had not been raped; she had not done anything illicit with Lily. It had all been imagined in her fevered state.
"I'm sorry," she said apologetically. "How awful you must think me. Your houseguest arrives ... your long lost niece ... and spends all this time being not at all amusing . . . just ill. By the way, how long was I ill?" "Six days," he said. "Today, the seventh, you are well." "Enough time to create a universe," she said, smiling to herself. For indeed that is what she had done. She had spent those days creating a disturbing and nightmarish world.
"Tell me," she said suddenly to Aleister ... "My mother never spoke of a brother ... when was the last time she saw you . . . " "Ahhhh, yes," said Aleister, leaning back in his chair and rolling his glass in his palms. "It is no surprise to me that I was never mentioned . . . I was quite the black sheep. I lost touch with my family when I was seventeen and joined the merchant marines to see the world. Your mother was only a child at the time. And no doubt I was not often discussed after my departure."
"Where did you go?" "I saw the world, my dear child, and learned many of its mysteries. I slept on the streets of Bombay, and climbed the Himalayas. I learned the dark secrets of the Casbah, and the mysteries of the pyramids. In Japan, I learned how to make money. I had quite knack for it, though it's an amusing game for me, no more no less . . . "
"What secrets?" she asked. "What mysteries . . or is that just a figure of speech?" "Oh, no, my dear. Not at all." Then he leaned forward. There was a strange look in his eyes. "You are my only living blood relation. That is why I have invited you to live with me. You will receive my knowledge ... you will have a son . . ." For a moment Vanessa had the strangest feeling he was going to say "my son" but he did not . . . "and pass this knowledge on to him." Vanessa was silent. It was as if for a moment she was living in the nightmare again. But no. That was ridiculous. The fire crackling and the smell of wood was good and real.
Then, as if he could read her mind he said, "Tell me about the dreams you had." "How ... how did you . . . " He laughed. "Fevers always bring strange dreams don't they?" "Yes," she said. "They were awful. Please ... Please I'd rather not . . . " "What are dreams, my dear? Can you answer that question?"
"I-I don't know. Your subconscious mind ... something like that." He smiled in an almost arrogant way. "Ah yes," he said. "but what is this thing you call the subconscious mind. And who is the dreamer and who is the dreamed." Vanessa smiled, "I was never very good at this sort of thing in my lessons, I'm afraid."
"How can your mind create things that never existed?" "This is all way above me, Uncle." "The man with the bat wings, for instance," he said suddenly, staring directly into her eyes . . . "Well, he . . . " Suddenly her eyes opened wide and her hand flew to her mouth. "How do you know about that?" she cried. "How do you know?" "I have many secrets," he said. "I will teach them to you."
He touched her knee and a sharp current of electricity ran through her body. She recoiled from him in fear. "It is only energy," he said. "Do not be afraid of it. If you are, anyone can have mastery over you."
His hand remained on her knee and she sat there frozen with fear. Those feelings, those awful feelings were starting again. Was she still asleep? Was this still a nightmare? "Do not worry," he said. "Much will be revealed to you tomorrow night. For at midnight, we hold mass for the Church of Earthly Desire."
"Dinner is ready!" Billy Butter announced, entering the room. "Come my dear. You will eat a good meal and rest well tonight. For tomorrow is a very important day. "
Never in her life had Vanessa known such utter terror as at that moment . . . an inexplicable but powerful terror. She had to escape. She was losing her reason. Aleister had lightly touched her arm to lead her to the dining room, and now she pulled away from his grasp and made a mad dash from the living room. She started to the front door, remembered it was locked, and ran as fast as she could in the other direction down the long hallway.
Then she felt a cold hand grab her arm. She tried to struggle free, to keep running, but he held her fast. "Little chicken don't run from the fox." She turned to see Kurt, the black chauffeur with the shaven head, his white teeth grinning at her in cruel amusement. Aleister was just behind. "Make sure, Kurt," he said, "that my dear niece will be available for the ceremony tomorrow night."
Chapter Six
Billy Butter had held her down while Kurt chained her to the bed. Her arms and ankles had been shackled to the bedposts. She had lain like that all night, tormented, awake, praying for sleep, but afraid it would come. She waited all night for the nightmares. There weren't any. She waited for someone to come, waited for still another assault on her flesh. But there wasn't one. She began to wish that Lily would come, just so that she could see another person. But no one came. And then it was daylight. And still she lay chained to the bed. Finally, she drifted off into an oddly dreamless sleep.
She was awakened just as the sun had begun to set. There were voices outside the room. "He wants us both to do it," said Billy protestingly. "I tell you," said the other, "that little pussy is just for me." It was Kurt's voice. "Damn you," said Billy. "Damn you, Kurt . . . you always have your way."
Pushing Billy aside, the tall black man entered the room. "Good day, darlin'," he said, grinning. "Well, there you is, all trussed up and ready to eat." Vanessa looked at him with stark terror in her eyes. But she could not speak.
"Why you must be terribly uncomfortable with all those clothes on," he said. "Leave me alone," she whispered. "Please." "A woman shouldn't be left alone, you know. It's against our teachings."
"Dear God," she said, "Please ... no . . . " "God don't live in this house, honey. This is the house of Aleister. And the God of repression don't live here. You dig?" It was the most awful. feeling that Vanessa had ever experienced. With her hands and feet tightly bound, lying there spread-eagled and helpless, she felt a terror more profound than anything she had ever known. She looked desperately around the room as if to find help, and saw Billy Butter standing in the corner, a greedy lust in his eyes, resentment for Kurt in his soft face.
"Take her clothes off," whispered Billy, as if afraid to incur Kurt's wrath again. "That's not a bad idea, Billy," said Kurt. "Why, I feel generous today. I think I'll let you do it." "Really," said Billy. "Thank you, Kurt. Thank you."
His hands were soft and sweaty and trembling as Billy undid the button of her soft white blouse. It fell open to reveal her tits concealed behind the white lace of her bra. Billy looked helplessly at Kurt just then. "How can I get it off," he asked, "with her all tied up like that?" "Allow me," said Kurt. He produced a small glistening knife that had been concealed in his boot.
Vanessa screamed as she saw him approach her with the knife. "Don't worry, hon. I won't make a mark on that beautiful white skin of yours." Then, with his sharp knife, he split the bra right down the middle so that it just fell away, revealing the full mounds of her melon-like tits. To her humiliation, her fear had made her nipples hard and erect. It was the most agonizing feeling she had ever known-to be totally bound, unable to move and helpless, lying exposed before these two men. "Now for the skirt," grinned Kurt. He made a neat slash right down the middle, so that her skirt fell away limply, revealing her garter belt, stockings, and a pair of lacy white panties.
More roughly now, he pulled down the panties, then slashed them off, so that she lay, completely exposed on top, with nothing but a garter belt and stockings, and the dark bare expanse of her pubic mound. And worse-her legs were widely splayed so that her entire pussy was exposed to view. She shut her eyes tight. Then she heard the sinister hiss of a zipper and a moment later Kurt's voice.
"Open those eyes, sister, and take a look at my big black cock . . . open them I said." She felt the steel knifepoint touch her neck. Her eyes flew open. "My God!" she gasped when she saw it.
Kurt stood naked before her, and she stared in horror at the immense shaft of black male cock that stood straight out from his smooth black loins. It was at least a foot long, and as thick as the cock of a horse. The head was a purplish black and looked like a giant mushroom. All along the underside, the thick webbing of veins was pulsating with a powerful rhythm. Vanessa feared her heart would stop.
"We worship the god Phallus here," Kurt said, in his deeply resonant voice. "The woman was made to shelter the god, to love him, to hug him with her temple, to milk him of the nectar of life ... in short, baby doll, I'm gonna put my big fat dick as far up into your cunt as I can. Amen!"
Kurt's enormous cock ached with the desire for this beautiful white girl. He climbed up on the bed and positioned himself between her legs. A soft moan of fear and resignation escaped from Vanessa's lips as she felt the spongy head of his prick make warm wet contact with the soft inner flesh of her thighs. Then he lay his smooth black body over hers, the full length of his cock lay along the fear-cringing slit of her pussy. She squirmed her ass madly now, in a pathetically futile attempt to rid her body of his presence, but it was impossible. All she could do was stiffen her body against his assault. Bitter tears streamed down her face.
She felt his cock now probing between her cuntal lips, and Kurt felt the warmly soft folds of her vagina around his cock tip. He groaned deeply. She was a sweet piece of meat and the lewd contact of his enormous thick cock pressing against the tightly clenched opening of her pussy excited him unbelievably. He flexed his ass and suddenly surged forward into the warm wet flesh of the tied up girl beneath him. He gasped aloud as he felt the tight hot walls of her cunt slip over and enclose the rock hard length of his invading cock.
"Owwwwwwwww!" she screamed out in pain. Though she was no longer a virgin, the size of his cock made it painful for her. She felt -a pressure inside her tight little pussy that made her feel as if she might split in two. "Arrrgghhhhhh!" she groaned. "Oh God . . . don't do this to meeeeeeee!" Her body trembled now, not from pleasure but from pure pain. She waited for him to move - waited for more pain - but he was still.
And then a terrible thing began to happen. Despite her effort to clench her muscles to keep him out of her pussy, it was beginning to open and accept the invasion of his cock. But Vanessa would have preferred the pain. The pain was real. The pain was her. She hated herself for allowing these horrible men to make her feel things she did not want to feel.
And the more her cunt began to accept the presence of Kurt's enormous cock, nestling still inside of her, the more she screamed and writhed in protest. "No!" she screamed. "Oh God! Leave me alone!" She bucked her hips and writhed her body. This only served to excite Kurt more, for the actions caused her cunt to move wildly around his impaling cock. "Oh God! Go away! Helppppp!" she screamed herself almost into a state of hysteria.
He slapped her face hard. "Shut up," he said. Vanessa cried pitifully beneath him now, her vagina stretched as if it had been impaled by a monstrous beast. She clenched her cuntal muscles tight in an effort to force him out, but this only excited him more. Her pussy walls enclosed his skewering shaft like warm butter, making the enormous cock grow still greater inside of her until she felt stretched beyond belief.
Her arms and legs ached painfully from having been tied up for so many hours. The cold metal chains made painful welts in her flesh. The more she moved, the more the metal cut into her soft skin.
The big black man's nostrils flared and he slowly withdrew the length of his cock all the way to the head. Then, with another long lunging stroke, he plunged all the way back in to her cunt.
"Owwwwwwwwwwww!" she screamed as he hit her cervix. It was the worst pain she had ever experienced. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead. He fucked into her hard and strong. With every forward lunge of his cock, her cunt was filled to the bursting point, causing her head to ram hard now against the wooden headboard.
He rammed into her with a growing frantic abandon, and she could feel something still more sadistic in his every thrust now. And then Vanessa had the awful realization she had experienced before. The pain was changing to pleasure. Unwanted feelings of sexual joy were coursing through her body now. Her belly was beginning to feel as if it were on fire.
"Oh God, noooooooo!" she cried out again, this time for shame of pleasure, not from pain. Then she felt another weight climbing up on to the bed. Fingers were fumbling with her lips, prying her mouth open. Soft fingers, soft sweaty fingers. She opened her eyes and there, staring her straight in the face, was a long hard cock.
Billy Butter could no longer just stand and watch the lust-inciting scene of the beautiful young girl being fucked by Kurt. He had unzipped his pants to release his aching hard-on, and now he was trying to force it into Vanessa's mouth.
She screamed again in terror and revulsion and turned her head away, but he pulled it back. She clenched her teeth, but he increased the pressure of his hands until he had pried her mouth open. And then his thick hard cock pressed through her soft lips and found the warm wet cavern of her mouth. Vanessa could feel his lust-hardened erection slithering up the length of her tongue, filling her mouth completely with its fleshy hardness. His hands held her head in a vise-like grip, palms pressed hard against her ears. She was completely trapped by two impaling cocks. There was no escape. Billy Butter's thrusts quickened until they matched those of Kurt fucking into her pussy.
"Suck it. Ooohh. Ooohh. Suck me," she heard Billy's soft high voice pleading. And then, when she did not obey, more menacingly . . . "Suck it." She feared from the tone of his voice that he would hurt her if she did not obey. Her lips began to nibble at the thrusting shaft of flesh. At first she coughed and sputtered from the unwanted invader. Gradually, she became accustomed to it. His balls slapped against her chin as, between her legs, the huge black man's thrust grew ever quicker and harder.
Vanessa became aware of how wet her pussy was and how the sharp pangs of agony had diminished, transformed into teasing pulsations of pleasure. Although his blunt cock-head was jammed hard up against her cervix, she could feel every inch of his pulsing black shaft against her hotly clasping pussy walls. The tickling sensation of his balls swinging against her ass began to drive her mad with lust.
Her pussy was overcome with desire, and her muscles contracted around the huge black cock. His prick surged in and out of her hungry cunt. Fires of desire flamed up powerfully in her belly. Tremors of ecstasy now replaced the pain, and her cries were changed from cries of protest to throaty groans of pleasure that vibrated around Billy's cock.
Now Vanessa was powerless to fight the masochistic pleasure which rippled through her doubly impaled body like white lightning. Her body began to writhe, her lithe figure jerking up to meet every thrust of Kurt's rampaging cock. Thrills of insane pleasure seemed to boil in her blood as her cunt was set on fire by the incredibly long thick shaft of black male flesh.
Then she felt Billy's fingers teasing, kneading her heavily throbbing tits. Wave after wave of pleasure radiated throughout her body. Her lips tightened more hungrily around Billy's throbbing cock which fucked madly into her mouth. Her cheeks ballooned lewdly with his hard vicious drives, and she delighted in the taste of its smooth-skinned flesh. Her tongue began to lap voraciously at the pulsing cock head, searching hotly for the tiny split at the end. She reveled in insane glory as her pussy ground up around Kurt's thrusting cock and nothing mattered to her anymore except the two passion-provoked cocks fucking into her mouth and cunt. She sucked crazily on Billy's madly pistoning prick, while Kurt's cock burned a fiery path in her clasping cunt.
She was depraved. She knew that now. Though she'd been bound, though she'd been their prisoner, though she'd been assaulted, these feelings were hers! She knew what she wanted, more deeply than she wanted anything. She wanted these two cocks to explode inside her. She wanted Billy's cum in her mouth, searing hot as it poured over her tongue ... wanted it to gush down into her throat, wanted to swallow it deep in her belly. And she wanted Kurt's enormous black shaft to explode too, filling her cunt with his white hot cum.
She hardly felt human now as she felt Kurt's cock expanding inside the eagerly sucking walls of her pussy ... felt Billy's cock grow larger and larger in her mouth. She sucked hard on his cock now, tonguing it wildly. She knew he would cum any minute now, great thick waves of cum splashing on the back of her throat.
And then it burst, like a great gushing geyser, his boiling sperm shot forth thick hot streams of creamy white cum-juice deep into her greedily sucking throat. Her cheeks contracted as she swallowed crazily to keep from choking on the great, continuous jets spewing endlessly from the manservant's cock. She swallowed it voraciously, locking her luscious lips tightly around the hotly cumming cock. She sucked wildly to drink up every last drop of his scalding hot juices. And then, his deflated cock slipped from between her lips, leaving a trail of hot white semen to drip down her chin. He saw her little pink tongue snake out of her mouth to lick the last drops of that precious fluid.
With her mouth free again, she began to scream - such a different scream from before. Now they were wild animal cries of ecstasy that escaped her lips. "Aiiiiieeeeee . . . ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried, sounding more like a beast than a woman. And Kurt became even more impassioned at the sound of her keening voice, even more driven to demonic fury as he fucked mercilessly into her, almost ready to spew his cum in hard, cunt blasting spurts.
The young captive was flaming with passion now, driving headlong into an even more frantic frenzy of lust. On and on it went, the rising crescendo of lust more exquisitely exciting as Billy's fingers continued to play freely over her tits. Her cunt was gloriously impaled and her mind seemed to explode in a dazzling array of lights. Nothing in the world mattered, not even her own guilt and humiliation, not even the chains which still cut into her wrists. Nothing mattered except that huge black cock fucking mercilessly into her steamy depths.
"Oh God!" she suddenly shrieked. "I'm cummminggggggg!" Her voice was choked as her slippery cuntal walls contracted hungrily around the lust-propelled cock that fucked hard between her wide-splayed thighs.
And then the black man exploded inside her. She heard his beast-like cry and her naked body was bucking insanely as she felt the hotly boiling river of Kurt's cum spurting deep into her hungrily milking pussy. And then her own orgasm began to explode in wildly convulsive spasms. Unfathomable sensations of pure rapture flooded every throbbing inch of Kurt's hotly jerking cock as it spewed out its hot creamy load deep up into the depths of her feverishly sucking cunt. It was like an earthquake exploding in her cunt as wave after wave of orgasmic release spread through her body.
And when it was quiet Vanessa grew painfully aware of her wrist and ankles, sore and blue from the steel chains that shackled her to the bed. She felt sick and confused, helpless and humiliated. "Untie me, please," she begged. Kurt was slipping back into his pants.
" 'Fraid we ain't authorized to untie, honey. We only have a license to tie." He bent down and wetly kissed her belly. "Tell you what, sweetheart. I'll send Mr. Big up here, your old uncle, and you talk to him." "Well," said Billy Butter in his hauntingly soft voice, "he has to release her for the ceremony tonight."
"What ceremony?" she asked. "Your initiation . . . into the Church of Earthly Desire," Kurt replied. "Are we going to make a holograph of it?" Billy asked. Kurt smiled. "We sure are," he said. "Holograph?" said Vanessa. "What's that?" Kurt smiled. "Kind of like a movie - only it's got three dimensions and looks like real life. They do it with laser beams." Then his eyes narrowed and he looked at her intently. "Haven't you ever seen one before?" "No-no, I don't think so?" "Sometimes," Kurt grinned, "they can be mistaken for dreams."
Chapter Seven
Tied to the bed in the darkened room, her wrists and ankles raw and sore with pain from the chains which bound her to the bedposts, Vanessa Ridgeway prayed she would lose consciousness. But she did not. Wide awake, she waited for the ceremony to begin.
She heard footsteps in the hallway. It didn't matter. Nothing would get better. She would never again be free. Who knew what evil lay next in store for her. The door opened. The lights were turned on. "Good evening, dear niece," said Aleister. He was wearing his black silk jacket. "That certainly doesn't look very comfortable."
She shot him a glance filled with silent rage. "Our guests will be here any moment. Perhaps you should meet them." She did not answer. "Ahhhh," said Aleister, "silence is a quality I've always admired in a woman." He had an amused twinkle in his eye that further enraged her.
"Ahhh, well, you don't look too happy, my dear. Perhaps if I untied you, you might be more agreeable." He undid the chains that bound her and she collapsed back on the bed. She felt so weak, like she had no strength left in her slender body. She rubbed her wrists. "Allow me, my dear," said Aleister, who proceeded to gently massage her ankles.
"You look quite exhausted," he said. "And that will not do at all for the ceremony. But I have-" She interrupted him. "Please," she said . . . "Please . . . let me go. Why are you doing this to me ... why are you torturing me this way?" "Torture," said Aleister. "My dear girl, I am certain you have experienced more ecstasy since your arrival in my home than most people ever know in their lives."
She began to weep. "Please," she whispered, for she had so little strength. "I can't take any more of this. Let me go, I beg you." "I have some medicine for you," he said. "It will make you feel better." He removed a small vial from the pocket of his smoking jacket. It contained a fine white powder. "Please . . . don't drug me any more. Pleeeease!"
"You must learn what is good for you. This is no ordinary medicine - this is the sacrament of our church." With a small silver spoon he lifted some of the white powder to his nostril and inhaled through first one and then the other. "You see my dear, I don't give you anything I wouldn't take myself. Believe me, it will make you feel better." "No."
"Don't make me force you. It might get unpleasant. I don't think you want any more unpleasantness, do you?" And so Vanessa sniffed the white powder into her nostrils. "Now, is that better?" "Yes," she admitted. "A bit."
"A bit? Well then, you must have some more." And again, Vanessa inhaled the white powder. She began to feel warm and good. Aleister had his hand on her thigh. It was especially warm there. "You are a passionate woman," he said. "I am glad it is you who will be the recipient of my knowledge."
"I don't want your knowledge." There was more fight in her now that the drug had lifted her spirits. "I want to be free." "Ahhhh, free. We all want to be free. That is what the Church of Earthly Desire is all about." "Please, I just want to go home."
"Home. You have no home any more. Your mother is dead. You have no one." His cold voice chilled her. "I want to go back to . . . " "You want to go back to innocence. But that of course is impossible. Experience cannot be erased. You know who you are now. You did not know that when you came here."
"That's ridiculous." She spat out her words now. "You drugged me and chained me to the bed, clamped me to the chair, lied to me, and created all sorts of horrible illusions to terrify me . . . " "Ahhhh ... this is all true. But you and only you are responsible for the feelings of desire, for the ecstasy which you experience here. This is unquestionable truth." "No!" "Ahhh, yes. You must face this." "No!"
He ran his hand along her thigh. "What you feel you feel. You must understand that." Oh God! she thought. It is true. She was no better than any of them. Perhaps she really belonged there. Perhaps she would never be able to return to the normal world.
"Get dressed now Vanessa. You will find a special gown in that closet - the red velvet one. Put it on." "I-I can't . . . what I've done I've done, but I don't want anymore."
He riveted her with his eyes, which were so intense that she froze. There was something hypnotic in his stare. She found she could not move. "You have no will of your own when I don't want you to," he said. And then his voice grew impassioned. "This is what I will teach you, you little fool. Some day you will have as much power as I do!" And once again Vanessa could feel that she had no command over her body.
"Put the dress on." She walked to the closet and found the dark red gown. Then she put it on. To her horror she discovered that it was cut just beneath her breasts and then over them, so that her entire chest was bare. Yet she could not move her hands to cover herself. The dress was slit both front and back all the way up to the crotch. It was obscene! Yet there was nothing she could do about it. He had hypnotized her. She was in his power.
Aleister pulled the velvet cord, and a moment later, Billy Butter appeared. "She is ready," said Aleister. "Bring her to her place."
Vanessa felt as if she were sleepwalking as Billy, dressed in a dark blue satin robe, led her down a back staircase she had never known existed. She could hear the murmur of many voices downstairs and wondered where he was leading her.
She found herself in something that seemed like a stage with the curtain down. And in the center of the stage was another platform about six inches off the ground. It was padded with foam rubber and covered with black velvet. Behind the platform was a large ebony throne. Tall thick candles burned on either side of it. Billy held her off to one side. "We must wait now. The time is near," he whispered. His hand was hot and sweaty.
The smell of incense permeated the air, and from somewhere not far off, someone began to play a flute. Somehow, the music made her think of snakes. The voices on the other side of the curtain grew hushed. The stage lights went on suddenly. They had a red cast to them. Then Vanessa looked at the throne and saw something that astonished her. Perched on the seat was the statue! The African statue! With its glowing green eyes and red erect cock. What devilish insanity was this!
Suddenly, the curtain rose. Lily looked out at the people staring up at the stage, filling the living room which was lit only by the stage lights. But there was enough light so that Lily could see that every guest wore a cape-and was stark naked beneath.
Aleister stepped to the center of the stage and pressed his palms together, bowing at the guests. He began to mumble something in a strange tongue, and the guests chanted back at him. Then he turned to the statue and bowed to it, muttering again in that strange language.
Turning back to his guests, he raised his hands up, palms facing outward. And Vanessa saw that on his palm was the same symbol she had seen on the palm of the beast in the tarot card called the Devil. He began to speak.
"Tonight, under the powerful light of the full moon, we have a special ceremony. For this is no ordinary initiate. For many years now, I have prayed for a female blood relation to carry on the priesthood of our temple. As you know, the line must pass always from male to female to male again. And, as our holy books dictate, she will bear me a son, who will continue in the name of the great god Ludedout." And here he paused and bowed once again to the statue. "As prescribed in the holy texts, the son will be conceived tonight, the night of the full moon, with the help of two worshippers." Then he clapped his hands.
Billy whispered in her ear, "Go out there now." Obediently, she walked out and stood beside Aleister. In her mind, her nakedly exposed tits shamed her deeply, but she was in his power now and she could do nothing about it.
"Now Vanessa," he said to her, "you will walk among the guests and find the two men who will assist us."
Obediently she stepped from the stage, not knowing how she was to look or what she was to find. Yet, she was oddly aware of a kind of sensitivity to everyone's vibration. As if governed by some larger power, she found her way to a tall and handsome man with golden hair. He knew his role and stepped up to the stage. Her other choice was a fat man of middle age. She knew not why she chose him, but the feeling was very strong.
"Very good, my dear, said Aleister. "Now you will lay your body down on the platform." And she did. Though Aleister's hypnotic powers made her unable to physically escape her predicament, her feelings about it were not stilled. She felt more humiliated than she had ever felt in her life. She was ashamed to be lying there with naked breasts before so many strange and staring eyes. And she knew that what she had experienced before had only been a prelude for this thing they called "the ceremony."
The two men and Aleister stared down at her naked body now. "Is she not beautiful?" said Aleister. "Look at the way her dark nipples stand out against her perfect white breasts." The men had removed their capes and now stood stark naked on the stage. The blond man's prick was rising quickly.
Aleister looked at him. "You take her first," he said. "And you," he indicated the fat man, "worship those tits that will feed our future priest." The fat man reverently cupped Vanessa's soft resilient tits in his hands. He squeezed and massaged her firmly rounded tits twisting and kneading the flesh with a growing lust.
She lay hypnotically unresisting before him, slim and voluptuous in her red velvet dress. The front had parted at her crotch and her dark patch of pubic hair lay exposed to everyone's view. Despite her horrified brain, she heard herself let out a low moan. She fell prey to the erotic pleasure her body was anticipating.
"Turn over, my dear," she heard Aleister command. And she obeyed, feeling her ass now exposed to view. Her brain was screaming in terror, but she could not move. He completely controlled her will. She was powerless before him. She knew she was going to suffer another hideous sexual assault, yet she lay there, still and waiting.
Suddenly, she felt someone's hands coursing over her ass, and she quivered involuntarily. She wanted to turn around and see who it was, but at first she could not. "Look at him," said Aleister.
She turned her head at his command, and her eyes showed terror as she stared in horror at the long thick cock jutting out from between the blond man's long and muscular thighs. His prick was huge - almost as big as the black man's had been-and he had obviously worked himself into a powerful state of lust.
Her eyes traveled upward to his eyes and what she saw there terrified her. His eyes were like Lily's had been, cold and blue and vacant. "Do you like my cock?" he asked, his voice hot. "Say yes, Vanessa. Tell the man you like his cock."
"Yes, I like your cock," Vanessa was astounded to hear herself say. "I'm going to put it in your ass," he said, in that strangely calm and detached manner. Her brain was shrieking in horror at the idea. In her backside! My God! She would die from the pain! Why, oh why, couldn't she move her body!
She looked out at the guests, their eyes glowed in obscene anticipation of what was to come. "Yes," he repeated. "I am going to enter your ass!" His voice had cracked now as the lust began to pervade his body. He was filled with great anticipation about what he had been chosen to do. His long thick cock ached with desire to have her tight ass passage wrapped around his fleshy prick. He dropped to his knees on the velvet platform, and a soft, helpless moan escaped her lips. Suddenly, she felt the hardness of his cock make hot wet contact, with the soft inner flesh of her thighs. He moved forward, laying the full length of his cock along the narrow crevice of her ass. Her asscheeks were so perfectly round and beautiful that it incited his lust still more.
"On your knees," Aleister commanded. Bitter tears ran from her eyes, yet her body obeyed his command. Her ass was waving high off the platform now, and the blond man knelt behind her. He gazed down at the full white moons of her ass cheeks stretched up as an offering to him. His eyes bulged wide now in lewd desire. The green eyes of the little wooden god watched from the throne behind.
His balls tingled, and he longed to thrust forward into the narrow teasing slit poised before him, but he couldn't. He knew what the ritual prescribed. He had to do things in their proper order.
It was torture, but he knew he had to hold himself back. He could not help but think, however, of how it would feel when he slid his throbbing cock deep between the tight crevice of her little ass. His huge prick burned, but he had to continue with the ceremony as prescribed in the ancient texts.
For a few torturing moments he ground his long hard prick into the narrow crevice of her ass, pressing the soft quivering cheeks of flesh together around his huge hard shaft. Then, he leaned forward and planted a warm wet kiss along the ridges of her spine. He felt her quiver beneath him. Aleister would be happy about that. Then he ran his long red tongue slowly down the full length of her back until he reached the tightly clenched crevice of her ass. He placed his thumbs on either side of her soft resilient ass cheeks and pressed out gently. Then he lowered his face until it was just an inch away from the thin red folds of flesh that covered her pussy. He watched, his eyes gleaming with obscene lust. He could see a small bead of moisture glistening on the soft insides of her cuntal lips. He moved his face forward until his breath played a dance on her pussy. The sweet odor of her cunt drifted up to his nostrils and goaded him on still more.
He swallowed deeply as his thumbs pressed outward and her secret cavern flowered open to his eyes. Then it was completely open and the soft red glistening flesh came into view. Her cunt was scarlet and smooth, the moisture from her secretions plainly visible, gleaming and wet, and moistening the soft white flesh of her inner thighs.
His breath grazed her pussy. Now and again a tiny mewl escaped Vanessa's lips. She hated herself for the feelings that were beginning to stir inside her, yet she could not deny that his tongue had made incredibly sensual circles along the length of her back, and now, his breath against the soft folds of her pussy made her shiver with pleasure.
The blond man standing behind her could feel the shivers running through her body and he pried her ass cheeks still further open. Then he pressed his face forward, pushing his open mouth hard against the moistness of her pussy slit. Then, with one quick rush of his thick wet tongue, he thrust it forward between the warm fleshy folds of her cunt.
He heard her groan as his tongue entered her soft wet cunt. He felt it contracting tightly along its length as he sunk his tongue deeply inside her. Her breath began to come in quick gasps as he began to curl and flick his tongue deep within her cuntal passage. He pushed his lips closer and began to work at the whole of her open backside, sucking and licking at it crazily while her ass pulsed and swayed with growing desire.
The blond man's tongue withdrew and plunged in again, over and over. She was moaning now with rhythmic passion. Then he withdrew his tongue from inside her cunt and found her erect clitoris. He pushed his face into her pussy and began to suck and tease it gleefully while she writhed and churned in an insane dance of lust.
"Ooooohhhh ... ahhhhhhh . . . ," she moaned, the voice of her sane mind growing dimmer and dimmer as the lustful feelings in her body grew.
And it was with a great sense of triumph that he felt the muscles of her ass contracting. He licked and sucked at her with untamed animal lust that would have made him feel insane if he did not know that the watchful eye of the god, Ludedout, was watching.
Vanessa's pussy flowered open wider and wider and the moistness increased steadily as his sucking mouth worked at her wide-stretched cunt. Vanessa knew too well what those thrilling fires in her belly meant. She was once again relentlessly on the road to orgasm. "It is time," said Aleister to the blond man. "She is ready."
The blond man felt a new rush. It was time! Aleister had given him the signal. Now he would be able to ram his lust-hardened cock into the tightly clasping channel of her ass. He couldn't wait to feel those tight elastic walls clasping around the length of his huge shaft of flesh ... couldn't wait to fill her full of his hot spurting cum. His long thick prick ached from the anticipation that had been building inside of him while he worked at her loins with his hot pulsing mouth. Now he raised himself up so that his hips pressed tightly into the open crevice of her ass. He held the throbbing, thickly veined cock tightly between his fingers. The huge, blood-engorged head was ready at the tight elastic opening of her asshole.
"You are forgetting something," said Aleister. And then he remembered. Slowly he plunged his finger into the depths of her ass. She cried out in anguish, suddenly shocked out of the softly voluptuous sensations she had enjoyed when he had licked her pussy.
Deeper and deeper the blond man impaled his finger into her tightly constricted ass passage. Vanessa wanted to jerk her ass back to escape the painful probe, but she could not. He looked up at Aleister. "Now?" "Now!" he nodded.
The finger slipped from Vanessa's ass with a wet sucking noise, and the blond man clasped his thick prick in his hand. He had never in his life been so incredibly excited, and his body trembled as he looked down on the helpless girl in the red velvet dress, her ass so open and vulnerable before him.
His eyes shone in crazed delight as he pulled back the foreskin on his huge cock, stroking the enormous shaft. Vanessa felt the tip of his cock probing at her anal orifice for several moments, as he prepared for his obscene entry.
Then, in an instant, he had shoved his hips forward and she felt a pop at her anus. Then, a flash of pain so extreme that she thought she might faint. She let out an unearthly shriek of pain that echoed in the room.
She could feel the pressure of his body pressing down on her back now as he tried to imbed his thick, rock-hard cock all the way in the tightly clinging channel of her ass. "Ooowwwwwwww! Aiiiieeeeeeeeeee!" she screamed, as the huge cock ripped its way deep up into her rectum. She felt as though she would split open. The pain was unbearable, yet she could not fight against it. Her body was not her own to control.
For a moment, she had some relief, as he withdrew his cock slightly, only to have him ram it still harder up into her anal passage. "Owwwwwwwww! Goddddddd! Help!" she cried out, beads of sweat were standing out on her forehead now, and tears of agony streamed down her cheeks.
The blond man groaned as he felt Vanessa's anal muscles so tight around his long, battering cock buried deep inside of her. It was so tight, he thought she would squeeze all the cum juice out of him too soon. He had to wait until the ceremony was completed. "All right," Aleister suddenly nodded at the fat man. "Go ahead."
The fat man dropped to his knees at Vanessa's head and for a few moments his fingers fumbled with her mouth. Then, suddenly, she felt his spongy wet cockhead pressing against her lips. She jerked her eyes open and was horrified to see the thick hardened cock before her eyes. Her face was pressing against his loins and his legs were splayed out on either side of her shoulders.
She was propped up on her elbows. He lifted her head. The flat of his palm pushed against her forehead, while his other hand forced the head of his cock into her mouth. She mumbled in terror. The cock in her backside continued to send excruciating pain through her body. Then the broad, thickly stiffened cock at her face, crushed through her soft moist lips and into the wet warm cavern of her mouth. She could feel its thick hardness slithering up her tongue, filling her mouth with pulsating hardness.
He held her head in his fat hands as his cock slid obscenely in and out of her mouth. He was panting hard, and she looked up in disgust at his huge and hairless body. "Suck, my darling niece!" commanded Aleister, and slowly her lips began to tease at the thrusting instrument, tightening her lips around the blood-engorged prick so that the fat man thought he would go mad with desire.
Then it was Aleister's turn-time to conceive the child who would inherit the cloak of the priesthood, time to conceive in the name of the god Phallus, in the name of the idol, Ludedout.
He slid the black cape from his shoulders. His body was hairy and muscular as he stood in the red cast of the stage lights. And, from between his loins, emerged his menacing red cock, hot and hard with blood-engorged lust.
Sensing something else was about to happen, Vanessa looked up at the naked man. She could see the small drop of moisture forming in the slit at the tip of his spongy purple cock head, and she felt a powerful wave of desire course through her. With it came the realization that she wanted it! She wanted his cock imbedded deep in her pussy, wanted his boiling hot sperm to flood her being. She wanted all of it. Wanted cum in every opening of her body, asshole, mouth and pussy. For now her cunt felt empty, hungry, wanting.
Aleister lay down on the platform alongside her and, in a smoothly graceful motion, slid his body beneath hers. Then, holding his massive cock in one hand, he gently parted the soft, black pubic hair with the rigidity of the pulsating head. He felt the warm soft folds of the fluted edges of her pussy close wetly over the hot cock head.
He groaned with an unearthly sound that sent chills up her spine. Then, for a moment, she glanced out into the audience and was shocked to see that everyone had removed their capes. It was a horrifying sight. Men held their pricks in their hands, pulling slowly on their own flesh. The women sat with their palms massaging their pussies, or their fingers tentatively beginning to fuck in and out of their cunts. Some couples, more advanced in their obscene lust had already begun to fuck. In one corner of the room Vanessa saw something she had never even imagined - two women were working heatedly at one man's cock... one of the women licking his balls, the other sucking his cock.
This was an important night for Aleister, perhaps the most significant time he would ever fuck a woman. This was the night when his son, son of the great god Phallus, would be conceived. He wanted to savor every moment of it and now, trapped between the soft layers of wet pussy flesh, he let his huge cock lay still and throbbing for a moment. Then, he flexed his buttocks and pressed upward, surging forward into the warm soft pussy of his blood bride. He groaned again in that same other-worldly fashion as he felt the tight hot walls of her contracting cunt slip over and then enclose the rock-hard length of his lust-throbbing shaft of flesh.
Vanessa was aware that she now had three cocks pummeling her lust-sweating body before the staring eyes of the orgiastic crowd.
The blond man behind her was fucking into her asshole with ever increasing speed. His plunging cudgel felt as though it would burst - and now that Aleister was fucking her pussy he could feel the other man's hardness through the thin membrane separating cunt and ass.
She was mewling in animalistic incoherence now as Aleister surged into her, pushing into the smooth walls of tightly clinging flesh. Her body was trembling now from her own approaching ecstasy and she was wet and open as he slid into her hotly accepting cunt.
Vanessa was groaning insanely now as three hard and lusting cocks fucked hard into every orifice of her lust crazed body. Her cuntal muscles were clasping tight around Aleister's pounding member, wet and hot, enclosing his skewering shaft like a velvet vise, making the huge cock throb and grow inside her until she felt stretched and filled beyond belief. Her hips were bucking wildly now - first to take in the thick throbbing length of the blond man's anus-impaling cock and then down to cover Aleister's lust-bloated prick.
And in her mouth, the fat man's shaft of flesh fucked in and out as her tongue swirled madly around the tip. At the same time, her lips tightened and she sucked him hard as if to draw out every drop of his seething cum.
Kneeling behind her battered and trembling form, the blond man fucked in and out with long lunging strokes. His hands held the rounded curves of her hips as the elastic channel of her anal passage slipped over his cock with exquisite smoothness.
The young captive's body was writhing between the men's sandwiching bodies, her lithe, figure jerking backward as the blond man's huge erection slammed into her ravaged anus and forward as Aleister's lust-bloated cock fucked deep into her cunt from below. And all the while, her mouth was stuffed with the hot hard flesh of the fat man.
She was delirious now with passion, losing all sense of where she was - of who she was. She was cunt and ass and mouth; she was boundless hot desire waiting to explode. Thrills of insane pleasure seemed to boil in her blood as every inch of her flesh was set ablaze by the insane fucking of three lust-bloated cocks.
Wild agonized flames of pleasure consumed her hotly writhing body. She reveled in the reckless bucking of her body between the two hotly fucking cocks filling her lower depths and the one filling the hot wet cavern of her mouth.
The impassioned young woman tightened her lips still more hungrily around the fat man's throbbing cock fucking madly into her mouth, her whole body reveling in each of his powerful thrusts. She loved the taste of its smoothness. She loved the blond man's madly pistoning cock and Aleister's lunging hot rod slamming into her clutching pussy.
She had no past and no future. Nothing existed but the burning sensations of lust ripping like wildfire through her nakedly straining body. Nothing existed in the universe but the passion-crazed cocks fucking into her every bodily opening. She rocked crazily to their demonic attack. She sucked like a wildcat at the fat man's poker of hot flesh burning a fiery path into the moist depths of her mouth.
Yes. It was divine-and Phallus was her religion too! There was nothing in the world as magnificent as three cocks filling her completely! She wanted the fat man's cum in her mouth, searing hot as it poured over her tongue. She wanted it to spurt down her throat. She wanted the blond man's cock to explode too. And she wanted Aleister filling her depths with searing hot, life-creating cum.
Oh God! The deliriously impassioned young captive could feel the fat man's cock expanding inside her mouth. His balls were bouncing against her chin and his fat hips were undulating now so that his belly rubbed against her face.
Behind her, the blond man could feel himself building toward the end. He knew it would be soon, and he began to fuck still faster into her, harder and faster, battering mercilessly into the quivering cheeks of her ass with his lean and hard-driving hips. At the same time, below her, Aleister increased the speed of his pussy-impaling strokes.
The blonde man's hands gripped her waist and his hips drew back against his teeth. His breath came in machine gun blasts that crackled obscenely through the room, and were echoed by the increasing moans and groans of the orgiastic onlookers themselves. He stared down at the girl's bucking body and tore with his pistoning shaft at the anal passage. He could see his own cock disappearing into the tiny brown puckered opening and saw it pull out again, taking the rim of flesh with it.
And below her, Aleister was fucking her pussy like a demon as her lust-heated cunt clasped and unclasped tightly around his thick length of cock. She could feel the fat man's cock expanding further inside the eagerly sucking walls of her mouth. He would cum any second now, cum in great thick bursts of waves, flooding her mouth and throat.
And then, he let out a strangled cry. "Ooooooooohhh. . . I'm cummminggggg!" he screamed. "I'm cummmmmmming." And then, in a great hot gush, his sperm shot forth thick and wet all the way back in her throat. It was the wildest feeling she could imagine, having her mouth filled again and again with his molten sperm. She sucked him still harder, trying to draw every last drop of semen from his spasming cock. And she swallowed it hungrily, greedily reveling in the utter degradation of it all.
And then the fat man's orgasm was over, and his deflating cock slipped from between her lips, as he lay back, regaining his breath, on the soft velvet cover of the platform.
The whole room was filled with the sounds of lust as couples in the audience joined now in every possible combination of carnal delight. The fat man's orgasm seemed to have raised the excitement level for everyone. Vanessa was shouting with ecstasy as Aleister and the blond man continued to fuck into her pussy and asshole.
"Oh, yesssss, fuck my cunt. . . fuck my ass. . . oh, oh, oh, aahhhhhhh!" Both men were fucking mercilessly into her now until they were all crying like crazed jungle beasts involved in a primal orgy that was older than time.
"Ahhhhhhh. . . ohhhhhh. . . fuck. . . goooooddd . . ." she screamed. She was insane with lust at the thought of the two men double-fucking her thrashing pussy and her ass, while the salty taste of the fat man's cum still coated her mouth. On and on it went, the rising crescendo of frenzied lust becoming more and more exciting with every buffeting stroke of the two cocks so deeply impaled in her belly. And then she knew she was on the verge of an ecstatic explosion...
"Ohhhhhh. . . I'm. . . I'm. . . cummminnnggg.. . cum with meeeeeeee! Ahhhhhhhhh!" And her orgasm burst open inside of her and her whole body began to convulse in crazed spasms of orgiastic pleasure. The two men continued to batter her wildly cumming body.
The blond man was the first to reach orgasm in the tightly constricted passage of her asshole. Vanessa felt the molten river of his cum erupting deep in her hungrily milking asshole as her own orgasm continued to explode inside of her. Exquisite sensations of pure rapture flooded through her body and she could feel every throbbing sensation of his hotly jerking cock as it spewed out its hot creamy load deep into her nether depths. It was like a tidal wave, and she was totally filled with its shattering warm pleasure.
And she was still cumming! Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth was open now in a wild soundless scream. Her cock-sandwiched body arched, rose, and fell, gripped in wildly convulsive spasms as the cock in her rectum spewed out the last drops of its seething cum.
And then the moment of the conception was about to take place. This was it - the ecstatic moment that comes once in a lifetime to the priest of Phallus, to the priest of Ludedout.
Ecstatically, Aleister groaned and fucked his cock as far as it would go up into Vanessa's wildly clasping cunt. And then the first hotly-gushing juices of his orgasm exploded in her pussy. His hotly throbbing shaft of flesh erupted and thick white jets of scalding semen washed her still spasming pussy walls. Ecstasy engulfed them, caught them up in its spastic dance, and then left them spent and panting on the black velvet platform.
And behind them, eyes glowing green, the wooden god Ludedout watched, his glowing red cock remaining ever erect in his hand.
Chapter Eight
One night a week later Vanessa and Aleister dined alone together in the warm oak-paneled dining room. The table was lit with two large white candles. One of Lily's sumptuous meals was laid before them. "Do you still feel like a prisoner here, my dear?" Vanessa had not thought about it for several days. For she had begun to realize that escape was hopeless.
"I am a prisoner here," she said, "however well we may dine." "Very well," said Aleister. "There are no prisoners here. You may leave any time you wish... you are free to leave now, my dear." "Hah!" she smiled cynically. "And what about the precious baby I am carrying, your future priest?"
"A priest is not born in bondage. That is the teaching of our holy books. It must be born of a woman who has freely chosen the faith." "You must be joking," she said. "I have given up a futile attempt to escape, but I am here because you bound and drugged me and sapped me of every ounce of resistance. You controlled my mind with your hypnotic powers so that I do not even known who I am any more."
"Ah, but you must know who you are. . . for that is the whole point of the Church. . . therefore. . . " he paused, pulling a check from his pocket. . . "take this and be free." He handed her a check and she looked in astonishment at it. It was a cashier's check for the sum of one hundred thousand dollars.
"This should take care of you until your inheritance passes to you on your twenty-first birthday. "You mean. . . you mean I can leave here." "Yes. . . as I said. The new priest must be born in freedom." "I don't trust you," she said coldly.
"You are free to leave," he repeated. "You may leave now... it is Billy's birthday tonight... and if you for any reason wish to return, we would be most happy to have you join the celebration." "I am leaving," she said . . . "I never chose to be here and now I choose to leave,"
She went upstairs and packed her bags. At the front door she was astonished at her hesitation. But then she turned the knob, opened the door-and was free. She felt the cool evening air hit her face and she ran gleefully down the steps of the townhouse. I'm free! I'm free! she thought as she walked to the corner.
But her heart felt heavy. What's the matter with me? she wondered. I have finally escaped from that hideous place. I have money. I can do whatever in the world I please. But she stood at the corner for a long time. Cars rushed noisily by; people with angry faces passed her in the New York night. A man in a shabby coat eyed her obscenely and she pulled her own coat more tightly around her.
She became painfully aware of her aloneness in the world, in this huge cold city. Almost as if with a will of their own, her feet began to take the path back to the townhouse. When she realized what she was doing, she stopped dead in her tracks.
And then she allowed her body to take her where it wanted to go. . . back up the townhouse steps, back to the luxurious warmth of her Uncle Aleister's house. . . back to his guiding power, to the sweetness of Billy Butter, to the friendship of Lily and Kurt.
It was Lily who opened the door. "Oh, Vanessa," she breathed, throwing her arms around the girl. "I knew you'd be back. Oh, I knew it!" Vanessa was laughing and crying and hugging everyone now. "Yes, this is home now. This is my home."
"Wonderful," said Billy Butter. "Now I can have my birthday wish." "What's your birthday wish?" asked Vanessa. "To have you and Lily all to myself tonight." He looked cautiously up at Aleister. "Is it all right? Is it all right, master?" "You know the teachings say that on his birthday a man may have one wish fulfilled."
Chapter Nine
Billy Butter, Lily and Vanessa sat on Lily's white satin comforter. "Okay, Billy," said the pretty blonde cook. "What would you like first?" "I'd like," said Billy, a big grin on his face, "I'd like to watch you eat Vanessa's pussy." "Would you like that too Vanessa?" Lily asked. The dark-haired girl was still a bit shy, and looked modestly downward as she smiled and said yes.
Billy could not believe what was happening as Lily positioned herself so that her sweet face was directly up against Vanessa's dark black pussy curls. He could feel the desire beginning to churn in his balls as he saw Lily's tiny pink tongue snake out towards the curling black tendrils fringing Vanessa's pinkly glistening cuntal slit.
Vanessa watched the subtle change in the normally smiling face of Billy Butter, and she could see that his feelings of male passion were taking control. Then, as Lilly's skillful tongue began to swirl around her pulsing pussy lips, she closed her eyes and was aware only of the exquisite physical sensations coursing through her willingly offered body.
"Ahhhhhhh," she heard herself moan. "Oh God! Yessss!" And she knew now that it was no drug that made her feel this way and no strange hypnotic power. For now she knew the biggest secret that Aleister had learned - the secret power of sexual energy.
Lily stared down joyfully now at the squirming cuntal flesh of the young woman who had once been their prisoner. And as her tongue encountered the bittersweet moisture of the wriggling brunette's desire-dampened pussy, she forgot all else but the taste of the hot moist female flesh.
"Ahhhhhhh," Lily mewled, her voice muffled as her mouth pressed close up against Vanessa's flowering cuntal slit. Saliva gathered in her throat at the taste of the other woman's feminine secretions. She let her tongue trail hungrily down between the two cream-white mounds of her friend's tensed ass-cheeks, teased briefly at the puckered rose-bud of her anus, then slowly snaked back toward the pink petals of her pussy.
Billy could not believe that he was actually having his fantasy come true. And this was only the first part - there would be something even more wonderful later. Still, as he saw Lily lock her face between Vanessa's spasmodically clutching thighs, his fervid excitement increased and his hand reached between his legs, where his cock was now throbbing madly with desire.
Vanessa found the feeling of Lily's tongue invading her most private parts to be the most exquisite sensation she had ever experienced, perhaps more thrilling than ever before because of the man who was watching. Lily reached up now and began to caress the ivory-white tits, pinching at each hard nipple.
Lily lifted her mouth from the other woman's pussy for a moment and said in a deep hoarse voice, "You have such a beautiful body Vanessa. . . doesn't she Billy? Don't you like Vanessa's tits, Billy?" And as Lily's saliva-wet mouth sank back down on her girlfriend's eagerly upthrust cunt, Billy was indeed going mad with the desire to touch the writhing young brunette's voluptuous body.
But not yet. He didn't want to spoil this incredible picture. Not just yet. But unconsciously now as he watched, he began to stroke up and down on his blood-engorged cock, his eyes focused still on Lily's deeply delving tongue. The blonde had climbed over Vanessa's leg until she crouched with her own naked cunt only a few inches from the dark-haired girl's face. All the while, she kept her own lapping tongue buried deep within the Vanessa's passion soaked pussy. "Yessss!" groaned Billy, anxious to see what was coming next. "Yesss, eat her too Vanessa. . . suck her pussy too."
Billy was stroking his passion-throbbing cock faster and faster as he saw Vanessa's tongue slip slickly into Lily's receptive cuntal flesh. And now he knew he could wait no longer for his own pleasure. . . he had to have Vanessa's lips around his lust-hardened member.
Grabbing her dark hair in his fist, he pulled Vanessa's head away from Lily's soft white thighs. For a moment she was taken aback, but then Billy saw her eyes light up as she stared at his huge pulsing cock. Then, Billy pressed his hips forward so that his huge red pile of aching male flesh danced against Vanessa's slightly parted red lips. "Oooohhh, suck me, baby... suck it," he said, his usually high voice now almost gruff and husky with lust. A surge of power ran through Billy as he saw Vanessa obey his command.
Her scarlet lips parted slowly and her tiny red tongue shot out to flick at the little pearl-like droplet of seminal fluid glistening in the tiny glans opening. A shiver of ecstasy danced along her nerve endings as she tasted the pungent fluid. Then she ovalled her lush lips and encircled the hotly pulsing head. It was heaven for Billy as she drew the thick prick another inch into her mouth.
"Mmmmm, suck it good, baby," he groaned. Hot fires of lust surged through Vanessa's body now and the madly nibbling tongue on her own pussy served to intensify her feelings so that she was beginning to feel like molten, mindless flesh. She moaned incoherently around the thick rubbery bluntness of Billy's cock-head which was snaking into her mouth.
Suddenly, Billy had a new idea. "I want to suck Lily's pussy," he said. "It's my birthday and I get whatever I want." For a moment Vanessa felt at great sense of loss when Lily withdrew her tongue from her cunt, but after all, it was Billy's birthday, and he was entitled to whatever he asked for.
Now, Lily was kneeling above Billy's head, facing Vanessa so that her smooth white thighs were pressing on either side of his face, and her hands rested on either side of his chest. Then, with one hand she wantonly pulled her glistening pink pussy lips apart, just above Billy's lusting eyes.
Immediately, he buried his mouth in the succulent folds of her warm moist pussy flesh. His face was buried in the churning caldron of Lily's pussy as Vanessa slaved over his rock-hard cock. She'd taken half of his lust-bloated cock inside her mouth now, and the sight of her hips tightened around his rigid member increased the delirious swirling sensations caused by her skillfully circling tongue and pressuring lips. She sucked still more of his blood-engorged member into the satin smooth cavern of her mouth, and then, slowly, with a mind-blowing suction, began to pull her mouth away from his huge shaft of manly flesh.
For a moment Billy stared up at Lily's dancing white tits, then refocused on her sweet-tasting cunt. He ran his tongue over the succulent pink flesh of her pussy slit, then abruptly withdrew it to tease the hardened nub of her clitoris. A mask of tortured lust distorted her pretty face now and Billy felt her undulating above him, as he continued to suck hungrily at her hotly seeping pussy mouth. He slid his tongue deep into her hungrily clasping pussy, then quickly withdrew it to swirl once more over her fluted pink cuntal lips. Then he thrust his tongue still deeper inside of her than before. Her smooth white thighs began to quiver on either side of his head, and she was mewling incoherently like a wounded animal.
The tight walls of her smooth pussy clung to his invading tongue, as her cuntal muscles clamped and unclamped around him. "Aaaaaaah.. . ooooohhhhhhh!" Lily chanted breathlessly. Billy's tongue delved deeper and deeper into her hungry cunt.
At the same time Vanessa had sucked his rock-hard erection all the way down into her throat, driving Billy half mad with ecstasy. Suddenly, Billy felt Lily's body collapse on his chest, felt her full, melon-shaped breasts pressing against his bare chest.
And then the most unbelievable thing happened! Billy realized that two female tongues were swirling madly now around his huge, lust-bloated cock. He groaned wildly. His tongue dug deeper into the writhing moistness of Lily's cunt, which was pressing tightly still against his mouth.
This was the most incredible sensation he had ever experienced! Two tongues swirling hotly around his lust-bloated prick, the feeling of Lily's full tits against his bare flesh and the sweet pungent taste of her pussy made his sperm-bloated balls churn madly with lust.
Vanessa's mouth slid slickly over his fire-filled cock, just as his mouth hungrily devoured Lily's desire-drenched cuntal slit causing great swirls of hot lust to build deep inside him. The blonde girl's skillful mouth began to tease lightly at his sperm-filled balls.
The three figures bucked and slaved over one another on Lily's satin-covered bed. Thrilling currents of ecstatic electricity turned them into a mass of hot flesh. Vanessa positioned herself now so that her own pussy was able to rub itself against Billy's naked thigh, in order to seek her own satisfaction. Each one of them sensed their own climax building and strove for this end as if possessed.
As the obscene tempo of their out-of-control passion increased, they felt themselves spinning helplessly in a caldron of naked and obscene lust. Lily's eyes met Vanessa's as their heads bobbed over Billy's powerfully swollen cock and for a moment they raised their faces to bestow upon each other's lips a soft kiss. Then they resumed their crazed sucking.
Lily teased maddeningly at Billy's lust-bloated balls. Vanessa sucked crazily at his balls again and again until Billy thought he would go crazy from desire. And then suddenly, a flood of searing hot semen spurted out into Vanessa's madly sucking mouth and cascaded down her throat. She choked and gasped as she labored crazily to swallow every last drop of his white-hot semen, but there was so much of his boiling love juice that some of it was trickling down her chin.
Lily, eyes gleaming, hungrily licked the trails of molten cum from Vanessa's face. At the same time, she ground her hotly churning pussy against Billy's mouth. As the long pent-up cum rushed down from his exploding balls, spasm after spasm of ecstasy shuddered through his body. Vanessa was grinding her cunt against his thigh now, and his face was pressed tightly against Lily's palpitating pussy. His tongue dug frantically into Lily's seething depths.
Suddenly, Lily's body began to stiffen. Then her torso arched high up over Billy as she wailed out her own magnificent orgasm. Vanessa had not stopped sucking on Billy's still-spurting cock, and now she sucked still harder draining him of every last drop of cum. At the same time, she was grinding her pussy harder and harder against the bare flesh of his muscular thigh.
"I'm cummmmminggg. . . I'm cummminnngggg!" Vanessa suddenly shrieked as her own body bucked and heaved in her own, mind shattering orgasm.
Finally, the three bodies fell back, collapsed on the bed in a state of blissful satiation. Billy began to giggle. "Oh, ladies, ladies. . . you've made me the happiest man on earth." Then he kissed Vanessa lightly on the forehead. "I'm so glad you came back," he said. "You belong with us . . . surely you can see that now."
"Yes," she said. "I think I was a sleepwalker through life until Aleister and the Church of Earthly Desire awakened me to what life really is."
Chapter Ten
The baby was born, as it was conceived, on the night of the full moon. It was a beautiful child, born with a thick head of black hair and coal black eyes. And he was called Aleister, after his father.
He was brought into this world during a sacred mass, which to outsiders might have had the appearance of an orgy. The first sound that greeted his newborn ears, after the cries of his mother, were the groans of passion of the celebrants who attended the birth.
He was immediately wrapped in a sacred velvet robe, and from the moment of his birth, he was treated with the greatest reverence by everyone. "We must have a governess for the child," said Aleister. "I have made arrangements for a young girl to come here to care for the child.
"She is eighteen. She has red hair. She had recently been orphaned. She arrived today at the station. Billy and Kurt will greet her." "Does she... does she know about us?" asked Vanessa. "Does she know about the Church of Earthly Desire?"
"She will," said Aleister. "We will initiate her as you were initiated, for her role as governess to the new high priest." For the first time in many months Vanessa thought about where she had come from and what she had been through since her mother's death.
Aleister looked at her perceptively. "You don't regret anything do you?" "No," she said thoughtfully, "though sometimes I wonder what would have become of me if I had never laid eyes on you." Aleister leaned forward and kissed her tenderly on the mouth.
"Oh, Vanessa, my darling. . . don't you know that in life there are no ifs. There is only what exists, not what could have been." "It was strange at first," she said, pensively. "It is still sometimes strange to live by a different law than the rest of society."
"Yes," said Aleister. "All that is beautiful is strange."
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Lily went to answer it. Moments later Bill Butter led a shy redheaded girl into the living room. Vanessa was struck by her innocence. She walked over and stroked the girl's smooth red hair. "Welcome to our home," she said. "But you must be very tired from your journey."
"Yes," said the girl, "If you please. . . I would like to rest up a bit." "Of course," said Vanessa. She turned to Billy. "Show the young lady to her room." Then she spoke again to the girl. "Perhaps Billy can bring you a nice cup of tea and some honey cakes."
"Deep dreams," said Aleister. "Deep dreams," they all said. Deep dreams, thought the young girl. What a curious expression.
