While Sadhuvhana, the devil himself, looked on with perverse delight, the two witches held each other tightly in a lesbian embrace.
After repeated orgasms, the drained Tara, pushed Belinda's lovely face away from her slash, and began breathing deeply, trying to recover her strength!
"Oh, my dear friend, and sister in sin," the blonde Tara said, "that was so wonderful. May I honor your pussy also?"
"Your wish is my command," the redhead replied, and rolled over on the pillow, spreading her glorious thighs.
Tara moved between the woman's legs, lowering her mouth to the mound of red pubic fur. She caressed the cunt with her finger tips, and spread the pink labial lips apart, staring with hunger at the swollen clitoris.
She ran her tongue over the orgasmic button, and took it into her mouth. As she sucked it, the lovely redhead began to moan. She wrapped her legs around Tara's back, and pulled the clutching mouth down harder against her slash.
The effect was immediate. Belinda howled with delight, digging her finger nails into the blonde's back, and scratched at her flesh-like a cat-as her sexual temperature soared.
"Your magical tongue makes me hot," Belinda groaned, as she felt her orgasm race to meet her.
The orgasm swept rapidly through Belinda's golden body. She screamed, clawed, and writhed about, in the powerful grip of her satanic release.
Sadhuvhana looked on with keen interest. His serpentine tongue, slid from his mouth, and coiled around Tara's breast. He constricted her nipple with the powerful snake tongue.
CHAPTER ONE
It was early Sunday morning. She was feeling just a little bit nervous. Just a touch of butterflies in her stomach. Initiation. For a long time Tara had longed for the experience. She didn't know what that experience really had to offer, but she was willing to try it. The initiation held out the promise of something beyond what this world had to offer, enlightenment. The first time that Tara had met anyone who had become a disciple on the path to higher awareness, had been about seven years in the past. Seven years was truly a remarkable number. Within seven years every human being has grown an entirely new cycle of cells. That means that every seven years, a person, every human, has transformed all of their cells. A cyclical event, that proceeds quietly and often without any awareness of any direct conscious orders from the mind. That's one of the things that makes it amazing, the complete lack of consciousness involved in a cycle so important to survival.
In a restaurant, a macrobiotic roughly Indian style, Tara had met someone she had not seen since high school. The girl was waiting tables. Tara knew that this particular restaurant was connected with a rather prominent guru. His picture hung above the door to the kitchen. He appeared to have a pleasant, unlined face. The lack of wrinkles gave on observer just a sense of his agelessness. There were other pictures of him around as well. Each menu had a small picture. It had obviously been cut from another picture that showed him seated. This seated picture appeared on each table. Around it were a small bud vase with one fresh flower, and the salt and pepper.
The portrait in the menu was locket size. Yet, it was from one and the same original, the expression was exactly the same. The eyelids were the exact same amount open in each picture.
Tara and the waitress had recognized each other immediately even though they hadn't been in contact for four years. The waitress talked to her about becoming a disciple. Ever since the idea had appealed strongly to Tara. Though, she had never yet felt brave enough or committed enough to become a disciple.
At that time, the act of becoming a disciple or in any way being initiated into a spiritual world seemed distant. Also, it seemed very unusual, even weird. Tara didn't know the waitress very well, she'd never met a disciple first hand. And here was one whom she could talk to.
It had taken seven years for Tara to talk to enough people, explore her own views, and make a choice. The path had brought her to many teachers, not a few charlatans, and introduced her to a very different kind of world than she had known before. A world that was open to many more possibilities than she had previously imagined.
The culmination of those years of seeking had brought her to this cold and windy morning. Days had gone by, almost an entire week of the uncommon cold weather, and Sunday followed the well established pattern.
As she stepped out of the bus into the cold air, a great gust of wind pushed against her body. She fought it, walking steadily forward. It didn't let up for the entire walk to her place of initiation.
Tara was to be initiated in the same studio in which her guru also taught methods of meditation, lectured to his followers and lived. One corner of the room was devoted to his spiritual endeavors.
The guru, Sadhuvhana had constructed a small altar. It was a low table set in the corner of the room. Underneath he stored, in narrow rectangular boxes, sticks of incense. He also kept his colored candles wrapped up. They were arranged in a rainbow system. Tara had noticed it during a meditation class.
It was after the class, in which they had learned mantra, the Sanskrit word for chants, after which Sadhuvhana had lectured to them on color and its significance to health and well-being. The class waited seated crosslegged politely.
Sadhuvhana had prepared the incense. He had placed a white flower in a porcelain bud vase, a tiny, delicate vase with a protruding base. The white chrysanthemum stood straight up displaying its ruffled petals. Then, just as he was about to light the candle, he had already struck the match and brought it up to the wick, he realized that it was not the right color. It was a black candle.
His surprise was obvious to the entire class. Then he laughed. "Ah, some spirit is playing tricks with us." Sadhuvhana removed the black candle from it s white, ceramic holder and broke it in two.
"Blackness is emptiness. It is an absence and a lack. In the blackness there is a space for evilness." he shook his head. However, Tara had noticed that he was caused great concern by the black candle. Otherwise, why would he have chosen to walk all the way outside, to the hallway and place it in the garbage to be collected? It seemed like a lot of superstition to Tara at the time. As a child she would have placed books with frightening pictures outside her room, thinking that because they frightened her, they were somehow harming her, but not now.
When he returned he had lifted up the cloth of the low table. It was an elaborately decorated table cloth that Tara chose to believe had been designed specifically for ceremonial purposes. As he turned the crimson cloth up, she had seen the candles, lined up in such a way that the round bases, the only visible parts, in his system of storage, seemed to form a rainbow. Carefully, they had been arranged in rainbow order, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and violet.
But Sadhuvhana reached somewhere beyond the colored candles, further under the table and pulled out a white candle. He set it in the holder and lit the match, mumbling an inaudible incantation.
As he had lifted up the cloth, Tara had tried to ascertain where the black candles lay hidden. Absolutely none were visible.
After the meditation, Tara had left with a couple of the other women who made it a regular practice to join Sadhuvhana's sessions. As they had walked up the block, Tara inquired if they had any reaction to the black candle and the way that Sadhuvhana had handled the situation.
Both of the women denied having seen any black candle at all.
Tara then started to tell them what she had seen. One of the women, a sex therapist with a degree in psychology explained to Tara that she must have been experiencing some altered state of consciousness and actually had a vision. She continued as they walked to their respective bus stops, telling her that whatever she had seen was kind of like a dream, an experience that was probably relevant to her life in some way but not necessarily of any significance to anyone else.
The other woman suggested that the next time Tara saw Sadhuvhana, she should make a point of telling him about it. After all he was obviously involved with Tara's subconscious and he might have some knowledge about the significance color seemed to play in it. The vision might even be some kind of a message that he would have the means and understanding to interpret.
Later that week when Tara returned for another meditation session, she arrived a bit early. She wanted to find the time to discuss with her guru what had transpired.
He listened to her as he made preparations for the evening session. When Tara described the rainbow assortment of colored candles, he lifted the cloth of the table and showed her that, in fact, he only had white candles.
"White contains all colors," he explained to her. "I have no need of other color candles, if I only have white. And it is a good thing too, as it is much less expensive to buy white candles in large quantities than small quantities of more expensive colored candles."
Tara had always admired the way Sadhuvhana combined the spiritual and the practical. She felt there was a lot that he could teach her about combining those two aspects of her own life so that her life could work for her in a more successful manner.
One of the things that Tara expected from the process of enlightenment was success, both monetarily and in terms of personal satisfaction.
Tara was, indeed, already successful. At least that was so according to many people's standard of success, but she wanted more. Tara had a job that enabled her to stay out of debt and provide a little excitement. As a journalist, she was always in the midst of things. It was demanding and took a lot of time, she was almost always on call, to cover special assignments. Her apartment was comfortably, if not expensively furnished. Money was rarely a major consideration in the way she shopped for clothing.
But it was not enough. Tara's dreams included working around the world. She wanted assignments in the exciting and exotic, assignments that would necessitate her travelling extensively. And she wanted her opinions, her point of view to not only count in people's mind, but to be called upon. Tara wanted power and she wanted to exercise control. She wanted to be an initiator.
And at the same time that she wanted so much success in her career, she wanted an equal amount of success in her personal and private life.
A classy, well-furnished apartment at a good address, men who loved her passionately, and access to all the important people were not too much to ask, it seemed to Tara.
After showing Tara that there were no other candles and listening to her vision, Sadhuvhana suggested that she arrange to come in for a private session. At that session she would begin her training for initiation if she wished. The first session was for purification. Before she would be able to handle the powers she would receive from her enlightenment, Sadhuvhana emphasized that her spirit needed to be cleansed and purified as a protective matter. That way she need have no fear of falling victim to the spirits who gave power, especially the evil spirits. But, she would be able to use the good powers for her own and other's advancement along the spiritual path.
As Tara entered the room that Sadhuvhana had set aside for his spiritual practice, she removed her shoes. Neatly, she placed them in a rack at the side of the door. Then she hung up her long, softly lined in shearling coat.
Sadhuvhana was preparing. She could hear him mumbling mantram. Quietly, she approached and took what had become her regular position in the room. Tara watched the ceremonial preparation.
Today, instead of the usual one candle, Sadhuvhana had placed two candles on the table. As yet they were still lying on their sides as he lit the incense. Sadhuvhana picked up one candle and lit it from the match. Holding the lit candle in one hand he picked up the other candle and placed it in the holder.
"As the light of one candle gives the other candle light, so do I transmit the knowledge to my disciple." He addressed an unseen observer, and with the word disciple nodded in Tara's direction. Inexplicably, she nodded back.
Sadhuvhana knelt down beside her. He locked his fingers in the traditional manner, placing the tip of his thumb against the tip of his index finger, thereby forming a ring. He placed the back of his hands on his knees. Breathing deeply, he straightened his back.
"Repeat after me," he told Tara, his eyes concentrated on the lit candle.
The ceremony began as Tara learned the mantra. Slowly she repeated the strange sounding Sanskrit words after her guru. Over and over again they repeated it, rhythmically. Gradually, Tara came to know the words. They seemed to take over her tongue. Soon, they were repeating the words together, in unison.
Hypnotically, Tara intoned the chants.
It gave her a pleasurable sensation to feel the vibrations of the sounds inside her body. A sense of peace and a deep hypnotic trance-like feeling of sleep permeated her muscles.
"Tara," Sadhuvhana's voice called softly to her, "continue the mantram and continue to concentrate on the objects of meditation," he instructed.
Tara had paused for a moment in order to hear his instructions. Hearing his orders she began the chant again.
"Listen to my voice, without interrupting your own. I will be working on the consciousness of your body, which is the manifestation of your spirit. Have no fear, simply awareness of the bliss consciousness and joys of enlightenment."
The guru took one of her ankles in his hand. Gently, he tugged at it, indicating that she should change position. Obediently, Tara straightened both legs. Again, he directed her leg, bringing them into a kneeling position. She moved her body acquiescing to his requests, into a kneeling posture. It was another of the meditative poses that Sadhuvhana had taught in class and it came easily to Tara's practiced body. She sat between her heels, her buttocks directly on the ground.
Sadhuvhana sat behind her and holding her head in his hands assisted her to move into a. more advanced pose. The more advanced the pose the more powerful the benefits, he had often explained that point in class. That point of view gave each student a push, an incentive to progress.
Cradling her head, he assisted her, as she arched her back, to place her head on the floor.
Tara's mouth opened, facilitating the stretching of her mouth.
Suddenly, Tara experienced a sensation that she had never before had in a session with Sadhuvhana. Into her open mouth, he was thrusting something warm and firm. Alarmed she opened her eyes.
Sadhuvhana was kneeling above her head. His loose fitting pants were down around his knees and he had placed the flared head of his large, luscious, brown cock against the lips of her mouth. Slowly he pressed forward.
Immediately, he was aware that Tara had stopped her meditation.
"Mindfulness, Tara. Mindfulness." He smiled looking down toward her open eyes. " Do not concentrate on the mouthful, Tara. Instead, chant silently."
Tara closed her eyes and felt the huge, thick dick pressing deeper and deeper into her throat. She continued the chant, letting it roll silently through her head.
Spontaneously, she began to suck his cock. It felt so good and nurturing moving into her open mouth. In this position he controlled her breath. As he pressed back against her throat, all the air was cut off. And as he slowly pulled his brown dick out he opened up her windpipe for another breath of air. The harder she sucked on his dick the more rapidly he pulled it back, allowing her another breath.
She sucked him harder and harder, at the same time trying to keep her breath supply from being cut.
His energy became stronger. He was thrusting into her open mouth harder. Bringing his hips and belly and pressing them firmly against her mouth. His hands reached over her blouse to cup her breasts. Grasping handfuls of her flesh, he kneaded them roughly.
Tara's body was beginning to feel strained. She was beginning to feel that her arched back was about to break, and his strong, eager hands treated her soft sensitive breasts roughly.
Sadhuvhana unbuttoned her blouse and pulled up her bra. Her breasts pointed straight up, stretched as they were over her arched body. Each nipple stood erect and wrinkled pointing up like a pink bud from a broad based vase.
Suddenly, he grasped her entire breast, one in each hand. Startled by the suddenness of his movement, Tara gasped. Her body collapsed to the rug below her.
Sadhuvhana's body collapsed over her own. Skillfully he unzipped the jeans she had worn to the session and wriggled them over her hips, revealing a pair of pink sheer panties. Ruthlessly, he ripped open the side seams of the panties and pulled them from her body. Spreading her thighs he brought his mouth down over her soft pussy.
On top of her body he began to rock. He thrust his cock into her mouth. Sensuously Tara sucked him. As he withdrew from her mouth, he pressed his tongue and teeth to her clit.
Using just the tip of his teeth, he clipped quickly around her love bud. Holding it steadily, he flicked his tongue back and forth over its head. His hands grasped her buttocks, thrusting her hips toward his mouth.
Tara's eyes were opened. She felt bewildered, overwhelmed. His balls were hanging down, brushing the skin of her nose and cheeks. Directly she viewed his brown ass hole.
His strong arms lifted her body up and down to meet his mouth. He was shaking her muscles so that Tara could, at last, feel herself losing complete control. Her body waved up and down at his direction and discretion.
Tara felt the pressure building deep inside her belly. It was like a large black hole Waiting to be filled, needing to be filled. Her belly began to pulsate, rhythmically matching the pulsing pressure of her guru's prick.
Vibrations filled with heat moved wave-like across her body. They were so strong, and she was unable to resist them.
Moans and gasps escaped her lips. Tara felt his rude hands grasping at her body, pulling fistfuls of skin from her hips. His fingers pinched her, insisting that she cry out.
Tara felt his balls stiffen and the gooseflesh of his balls brushed over her skin. Tears formed in her eyes. He pressed the flared head of his cock against the rear membrane of her throat. His tongue thrust up her cunt. She felt it pressing the layers of her lips open. Then he dipped his fingers in her honey, smearing the juices of her cunt and his saliva over his finger.
Sadhuvhana placed the tip of his index finger against her asshole. Using the same steady pressure with which he had begun his cock's thrusting, he opened her ass.
Inside Tara's body the pressure was so intense that she began to let the tears roll down the sides of her cheeks.
As the first tear dropped to the rug, their bodies exploded in unison. She felt his salty cum rolling down the sore rear membrane of her throat, soothing on the bruises of Sadhuvhana's constant battering.
Tara's body writhed like a fish under his. Her hips and breasts jerked spasmodically in the grips of a tremendous orgasm.
Sadhuvhana pulled away and left the room. Passing behind the curtained doorway that separated his living quarters from his teaching space.
Tara lay there for a moment, her eyes wide open, staring at the shadowed ceiling.
She smoothed her hands over her exposed pussy. As she passed her fingertips over her clitoris, she felt its throbbing. Her slit was juicy and dripping. Sadhuvhana had smoothed her slippery cum over her ass crack as well as her clit. He had painted her belly with the liquid, and she detected it, as it dried in peeling strips over her body. .
Since he had ripped her panties off and they were already torn, she used that as a towel.
Sadhuvhana returned to the room, carrying a small teapot, its smoky steam, like an unwinding ribbon, trailing from its spout.
"No, no, no, Tara, do not fasten your clothing. This is only the beginning of the purification rituals. There are other spirits that must penetrate you. Drinking the tea I have prepared will assist you to meet them."
From behind the table he took two small cups. They were no larger than the pure white ceramic candleholders. He poured the tea into each cup.
As the aroma reached Tara's nostrils, she recognized the scent of mint. It covered any traces of other fragrances she might recognize.
"Tara, before you understand purification, you must be guided through the darker world. This is not easy, many choose to remain at levels below enlightenment, that is their karma. If it is yours, I cannot intervene," he passed the cup of tea to her. She felt the warmth in the palms of her hands.
"If you choose to continue the path I will always be ready to guide you. You must remain unattached to the powers that you will be developing. But, some are so insidious, and at the same time greet the disciple so appealingly, that she desires to remain at that level."
The words made sense to Tara, but in a remote and unconnected fashion. She had yet to learn and experience exactly what Sadhuvhana was describing.
"As you sip your tea I will teach you the mantram of unification. When you know it, I will leave you alone for an hour. Completely alone. I must take your clothing and any personal belongings that attach you to the role you play in the turning world. You will meditate and whatever experience you have will demonstrate the true state of your spirituality. Have no fear and accept whatever the experience is for you."
The aroma of the tea seemed to penetrate upward in her head as the thick smoky tasting liquid slid down her throat.
Sadhuvhana assisted her in removing her blouse. Politely he held it as she slipped her arms through the sleeves. He waited patiently, folding her blouse neatly, as she stripped down before him.
Intermittently he offered her another sip of tea.
When her cup was empty, he filled it again from the steaming pot.
Kneeling nakedly, beside her guru, Tara learned the second mantra in the same manner as the first. Then, satisfied that she knew all the words, Sadhuvhana rose, admonishing her to continue the chant alone, he left her. He passed back through the curtained doorway.
Tara opened her eyes and watched the flickering flames of the candles. They danced and waved like shapes before her. The room was very warm. Her mind began to wander over the first part of the session.
It had been completely unlike anything that she had expected. Actually, it totally denied her expectations and it caused her to look at them as simply expectations. Instead she had assumed that the initiation would proceed in a very different way.
Tara had come to this private session thinking that there was going to be purely meditation, chanting, but not fucking. Partially she had been correct. They had meditated and chanted, but was fucking being part of the responsibilities or duties of becoming a disciple.
Yet, she couldn't even be certain that it had happened. Maybe she had simply imagined it completely. Perhaps it was just like the other vision she had previously of Sadhuvhana and the black candle.
Tara unlocked her fingers and pressed her fingertips into her soft pussy between her tightened thighs. It was no longer moist. It was dry, as though nothing had happened, and hardly any time had passed! How was it possible?
She realized that she must have imagined the fucking part of the session. There was no physical evidence.
For a moment, Tara broke off her meditation to check the space around her for clues. Not a spot of any kind of stain remained on the carpet, just underneath where she had imagined they had lain.
Her fingertip resting comfortably over her clit. Slowly she started to rub it up and down. The sensation seemed to fill her entire body, more intensely than it seemed that she had ever felt it.
Tara decided to continue, and at the same time meditate. She proceeded to press her index finger firmly against her clit. As she rubbed across her sensitive love bud, she varied the pressure she applied.
Simultaneously, she stared at the candle flames, intently. They continued to flicker and change shape. As her fingers kept pressing, she began to feel her body wavering with the candle. Like two parallel ribbons, her ' undulating body and the flickering patch of light before her eyes synchronously.
The ribbon-like light seemed to change into a dark shape as she watched it. It grew and grew into a black dark shape. It seemed to enlarge before her. A dark body seemed to appear from the midst of the ribbon. As it moved nearer to where she sat watching, with her hand between her legs, it became clearer, the bodies limits more strongly delineated and separated from the smoky haze that surrounded it.
As Tara watched, she saw it take on the shape of Sadhuvhana, but the face was somehow different. It was harder, the lines of the mouth and nose seemed to caricature, the guru's real features. And the shape of his face was more triangular, his sharp protruding chin pointing down. The wide base seemed to smooth off the top of his head and at each side the configuration came to a sharp angle. He smiled at her.
But as he opened his mouth, flames seemed to leap from between the teeth. Tara saw a bright flame-like redness lashing out toward her. Quickly she looked up to his eyes. The whites had changed to red and the once dark pupil was now pure, virginal white.
Tara felt her naked body being pressed back and invaded by this vision. She reached up to grab at the being's dark body. Her fingers clutched at the air. The being's body seemed completely covered by hair, as it brushed against her own. It had pressure and weight, but no substance.
A hot breeze shot past her ear. Warmth waved through her body. And as it moved through her, she felt her body unable to resist its movement. Against her own volition, she rode the breeze of warm air. Then came another, and yet another! Her body undulated softly with the air.
The being was pressing down her shoulders. He held them firmly to the ground. All the wave like movement centered in her hips. Softly, the rolling motion became comfortable and natural to Tara's body, as it permeated her flesh.
He looked down at her wavering pussy that floated up toward his face and gently rode back down to the floor. Tara closed her eyes, trying to remember Sadhuvhana's warning to have no fear of anything that happened to her during the meditation.
She felt a searing heat moving quickly to her lips. Opening her eyes, she saw his mouth, with burning flames lapping out toward her lips. Automatically, she parted her lips, taking the fire of his tongue inside her.
It was too hot for her mouth. She tried to shake her head away from his, but the pressure of his body persisted and she was unable to get away from him. Her tongue and cheeks began to yield to his heat and, unable to get away from him, she leaned back against the floor.
He had a tongue that was long and like an insect it unfurled inside her mouth. Its thin, prickly skin pushed back through the narrow opening of her throat and seemed to penetrate to the center of her belly.
He reached with his tongue the very depths of her bowels. Rapidly, he pulled his tongue back into his own mouth. As he removed it from her throat, Tara let out a cry of pain and surprise. Quickly one of his paw-like hands struck her across the face.
"Ride me." he whispered into her ears as he rolled over and drew her on top of him.
The thick hot cock of the being seared her soft pussy flesh. But she was unable to move from him. He seemed to glue himself to her. She tried to pull her hips off the burning dick, but was unable to separate her skin from the substance that covered his body.
Anger at this being seemed to rise up in her body. Twisting and contorting her slim torso, Tara tried to free herself. But the struggle was hopeless. There was no possibility of winning against this being.
She looked at his face. Its white pupils were ugly and disgusting. The shape of his head was satanic, with angled edges instead of horns. Dark hair and beard attempted to cover his angular face. He spread his lips in silent, jeering laughter as he watched her try to get away.
The being knew that she was trapped. Struggle would only add to her frustration.
The heat of his crimson hued dark skin gave to Tara, the most intense kind of pleasure and pain combination that she had ever before experienced.
Suddenly her body felt like it was melting away. All the solid flesh seemed to turn into something airy, fluid, less than solid. She no longer had control over her very movements. Totally, she was being directed by the body under her. She felt the burning prick deep inside her body. It seemed to be drawing all the solid substance out through it. Layers of her body underneath the flesh seemed to seep down and out through her opening and into him.
Tara saw his bright red lips open and move. But no sound appeared to be uttered. Yet somewhere inside her head she could hear the echo of words. Words that he appeared able to place inside her.
"Anything you want is yours!" the whispering voice told her.
"Anything!"
Tara tried to reply, but the words would not leave her lips. She was unable to say anything, make any sound. Her lips moved silently, making the shape of the question she wanted to ask 'Who are you?' her lips mouthed.
His mouth seemed to smile, gleefully. As he parted his lips the flames leapt off his tongue and singed her eyelashes. Tara closed her eyes. When she reopened them, everything had changed.
Once again she was seated on the floor. When she opened her eyes, all she saw before her was the little table that held the candles and the incense. There was no evidence, not a trace of the visitor that had appeared while she meditated.
Sadhuvhana entered carrying her clothes back to her.
Ready to leave, Tara immediately clothed herself. She said nothing to Sadhuvhana. He, again went into his living quarters and returned with a pot of tea.
"Did you have the experience you desired?" he inquired, pouring the steaming liquid from the narrow spout.
"No." Tara replied. The words were ready to jump from her mouth. She had wanted to say something that would please him. Something that would perhaps demonstrate how grateful she was for the concern and the tutelage she had received. But her real feelings about the experience were impossible for her to hide.
She had hated it. It had been frightening and had shaken her up. As she sipped her tea from the small, oriental tea cup, her hands shook.
Sadhuvhana observed the trembling hands.
"Would you like to talk about the experience?" he asked.
Opening her mouth to speak, Tara found that she had no words to describe the experience. Just as she had tried to communicate with the being who had visited her meditation unsuccessfully, so she was unable to talk about the being, or about any aspect of the experience.
"Perhaps you were not ready for this experience. Purification takes many years, much time of practice to accomplish. I see that the experience you have had was not the best possible one. In a few more weeks we will have another session." Sadhuvhana seemed unusually concerned. His face looked much older as he talked to Tara.
It was generally impossible to tell how old Sadhuvhana actually was. His age showed in neither his face nor his body. Somehow, old Sadhuvhana had achieved a way of disguising his age, or perhaps his knowledge of ancient and unusual cures had brought him to the state of eternal youth.
But, now as Tara quickly glanced at his face, she was aware of his old age. It seemed as though her experience had taught her to detect anything that was superficially hidden. Tara had not thought about the powers that her initiation would bring her. Certainly she had not expected to be able to see real things. Only the thought of Sadhuvhana's age had passed through her mind and immediately she had been given an answer.
Perhaps the initiation was working in a positive way.
"Sadhuvhana, I had a most unusual experience," Tara was finally able to tell him. Yet she was still unable to answer the questions that followed her simple, unembellished statement.
Finally, she departed. Sadhuvhana urged her to return the following day and participate in the class he was giving. Tara, aware of his concern attempted to put him at ease by telling him that if work permitted she would return the following day.
CHAPTER TWO
As soon as Tara entered her apartment she heard the phone ringing. Sliding her handbag off her arm and letting it drop to the floor, she rushed to the hallway where the telephone sat on a small square stand.
"Hello," she said, as she gasped trying to gather her breath together in her body.
"Tara, is that you?" a female voice asked.
"Yes, Alicia," Tara squealed, happy to hear her friend and former co-worker. "When did you get back to the city? I thought they had you covering the border stories."
Alicia was originally from South America. Her first language was Spanish. She and Tara had worked together in the newsroom of one of the nationwide television networks. Eventually, Tara had moved into doing freelance journalism, and had been able to quit the steady, but unexciting newsroom. In the time that they had worked together, Tara had gotten a lot of experience.
But, Alicia had been one of her major reasons for leaving. When Tara had begun that job, she had made an important decision. Knowing that she had the talent and the skills to prepare herself to be a fine journalist, she had decided that she would stay in the newsroom gopher job for only six months. After that, if she didn't get to move on, then she would be ready to move out.
For a while it looked as though she was going to get a chance at the most coveted job that any television network could offer a young journalist. There seemed to be a good, even outstanding, chance that she would be selected to anchor a news program aimed at young New Yorkers. The network had selected her to interview for the job.
She and Alicia had been the only two journalists from the New York newsroom to be given the chance. After having worked there almost the entire six months she had allowed herself, Tara was very anxious to have a shot at and get this coveted opportunity.
After much consideration on the part of the management and the producer, the decision favored Alicia.
Tara had felt angry and hurt. None of her negative emotions, though, had been directed toward Alicia. They were all aimed at the management level decision-makers. She knew that she was better qualified for the job. Tara was certain that she could have brought more skill and knowledge than Alicia ever could. But it was just one of those flukes of fate.
"The network was looking for someone to epitomize the young urban individual. Someone whom the mass of inner city young adults would identify with. Theirs was a most logical choice.
Tara was tall, slim, blonde. Many people told her that she should try modeling. But such a brainless profession had never appealed to her. She had clear white skin. Never before had her luscious, smooth, pale skin stood in her way. It had helped make her a sorority sweetheart in college, and a chief cheerleader in high school.
Tara prided herself on her clear and beautiful skin. Each night, she pampered it with creams and lotions. Each morning she sealed it, protectively, with other balms and moisturizers, to keep the pores from ingesting any of her skillfully applied makeup.
It was one of the most striking features of Tara's appearance.
But comparing her image as a waspy young woman with Alicia's dark ethnicity and minority background led the TV execs to believe that Alicia was the preferable choice.
Alicia got the job, and her career had been an uphill breeze ever since. Not only had she anchored the city's new show, but she had used the exposure to bring her brand of journalism into the spotlight. She was very much in demand. Recently she had been sent to the borders of the U.S. to report on the stories of the workers who entered the country looking for jobs.
She had won an award for a clear and informative program on working conditions in the U.S. and south of the border. Alicia had moved on to reporting on nationwide events and international western hemisphere stories.
Often Tara wished it had been her chance to get the show.
"Tara," Alicia sounded happy to hear her old friend's voice. "I'll be here only for the rest of this day. I'm on my way again to El Paso. Have you been following that international espionage trial going on there?"
"Sure," Tara replied as she removed her coat and pulled on the telephone to stretch the cord enough to reach the hall closet. "I'm covering it. Just flew back for the weekend, and this is the only chance I've had to call you."
"You're covering that trial?" Tara asked aghast. "Isn't that dangerous? I mean, international espionage and all. You must be around some real gangsters."
"It's terrific," Alicia told her.
As she and Tara talked about their respective careers, Tara found herself becoming more jealous and envious. 'What luck,' Tara thought to herself. "Just, what incredible luck. With only a little bit of that I could be so successful." she told herself.
As Alicia told her the stories of her exciting life travelling and reporting., Tara's mind began to wander. She pictured Alicia crossing the street. It was late at night in her little vision and there was a car coming. But the car didn't have its lights on. Rapidly the car approached, reaching the middle of the cross-walk at exactly the same moment that Alica arrived at that spot. Tara saw Alicia's body flying across the street and hitting the sidewalk.
Quickly; Tara shut off the vision. She didn't really want that to happen.
Certainly, she wouldn't have minded being the one to go after the espionage story, though. From everything that she'd seen on the television and in the newspapers, there was more to it, than what seemed to be reported. At least, it seemed that way to Tara. She couldn't quite put her finger on what it was that made this case more than a spy trial, but her instincts had told her since the story had made the news that things didn't quite jibe.
Often, she had dreamt about being down in El Paso to see this thing through, and to get at the real meat of the story.
Tara knew that she'd heard of the people involved before. No one else reporting on the story had picked up on the familiarity of their names. Or perhaps there was no one else covering the story who was as familiar as Conshe herself was with Congressional hearings.
The names had been mentioned before. Francesco "Fortune" Filio and Jose "Hunter" Julio, were names Tara couldn't forget.
Tara didn't mention her leads to Alicia. After all, she wasn't that close a friend, and Tara knew that among journalists there was no such thing as scruples. The first lesson, or one of the first that she had learned in her first job, was that if you've got a story, never give it away. In the field of journalism a story was such a valuable commodity that no reporter dared give it away. Even if the reporter couldn't use it right then, for whatever reason, perhaps they just hadn't gotten the opportunity or whatever, but a journalist might die with a story rather than see a colleague get credit for it.
Tara listened to the exciting details of her pal Alicia's life. She tried to find something within the apartment to do. It had to be something that would give her some satisfaction and some sense of accomplishment. As she listened to Alicia, she felt as though she, herself, had accomplished nothing. Compared to Alicia, she hadn't gotten anywhere since they'd last worked together.
By the time that it got to be Tara's turn to relate the happenings of her own career and personal life, she felt as though there was nothing worth mentioning.
Tara ran off quickly after Alicia promised to get in touch the next time she was in town and suggested that they have dinner together.
While on the phone, Tara had begun to wash the dishes. She hung up and continued cleaning up the kitchen.
Her lips were closely pressed together, her face tensed. She was thinking only of Alicia's luck. It seemed so unfair that here she was, a fine journalist, with a great deal of potential and no place to demonstrate it.
Cleaning up as quickly as possible, Tara headed into the bedroom. Her mind was still angry as she turned down the bed and switched on the television.
The news was on.
Tara climbed in and watched. She couldn't help picturing how she would look up on that screen. It was a chance that she longed for. Easily, she would have done a better job, she thought, rather than the reporter on camera.
Dejectedly, Tara began to drift off to sleep. Sadhuvhana had suggested that she practice the mantra for purification. As she had left his altar room he had admonished her not to forget the chant. But as she leaned back into the pillows and attempted to go over the words in her mind, she found that she could no longer retrieve them from her memory.
"Forget it.' she thought to herself. But her mind wouldn't stop working. Over and over again she went through the incidents that had gotten in the way of her professional advancement.
The choice of Alicia for anchorwoman had been a real blow to Tara's ego, even though she understood that it did not reflect on her own merits. In a way that made it seem much worse rather than alleviate her bad feelings.
If it had been a matter of determining good journalism, perhaps she would have even learned for the networks choice of Alicia, but knowing that the decision was based simply on the darker hue of Alicia's skin tone and her ability to speak Spanish like a native, truly upset Tara.
Unable to sleep, Tara went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine.
"I wish I were covering that Mexican border espionage story,' she thought to herself. 'Well, here's to Alicia breaking her leg and the network calling me with a plane ticket and carte blanche on finishing up the story,' she toasted herself mockingly.
The wine seemed to make her just a touch sleepy. She poured another glass and again retired to under the covers.
The evening had hardly begun, but after the strenuous day and the depressing phone call, Tara couldn't find the energy or the determination to do any work. She just felt like she wanted to hide in a nice, warm, cozy place and sleep.
Sleep gradually blanketed her consciousness.
As she drifted off, though, she had one troubling moment. It seemed to take place just at the juncture of sleep and wakefulness. As she passed from one state of mind to another she saw the face of the being who had taken her that afternoon at Sadhuvhana's initiation.
His lips moved. Yet, again she could not hear a voice from his mouth. It seemed to only echo in her skull.
"Your wish is granted.' the voice guaranteed.
Tara turned over. She didn't want to give this vision even enough credence to have her mind wonder what it meant. 'Better to turn over and forget the whole thing she thought.
Abruptly, Tara sat up in bed. At first she didn't know what had awakened her. She turned to the clock and read from its illuminated dial that it was already nine o'clock. Her nap had lasted about three hours.
Then she heard the phone ring. Dashing out of bed to answer it, she nearly tripped over the door sill between her bedroom and the hallway.
"Yes, yes, hello." she answered breathlessly.
"Tara Stone?" the voice requested officially.
"This is Tara Stone," she replied.
"One moment please," the phone clicked while she was put on hold.
Now, wide awake, Tara waited anxiously to find out what the call was about.
"Tara Stone, how are you?" the gladhanded voice of someone very familiar, yet someone Tara couldn't quite place, asked smoothly.
"Just fine," she replied. She couldn't quite tell who he was. He seemed to know her personally.
"Tara, this is Ned Harrington. I haven't heard from you in such a long time, how is everything going?" the voice asked solicitously.
Ned Harrington was the television executive responsible for making the decision between herself and Alicia. Ever since that time, Tara hadn't heard a word about him. Of course, leaving the network as quickly as she had to work freelance, he was not one of the persons she had said goodby to.
"Everything's going just fine, Ned. It's good to hear from you. What's up?" Tara knew from the slick sound of his oily voice that he was calling regarding business. They had never been friends, only business acquaintances, so he was surely not calling for any personal reasons.
"You won't believe what I'm about to tell you. It came as a shock...." Ned's voice trailed off. He seemed to be carrying on another conversation in the office. Tara was unable to catch anything from his end.
"Tara, Tara," he was back on the line, "can you be ready to travel tomorrow morning?"
"Yeah, I guess so. What is going on Ned?" she was dying of curiosity. What would bring this busy executive to the office, where he obviously had summoned a secretary and at least one other person, whom she could barely hear as they conferred, muting the phone's ability to transmit their secret conversation.
"It's Alicia, she was covering that spy story on the board. Do you know the story, Tara?" he asked.
"Sure, of course I know it." Tara could hear him relay that information to the third party, the unknown other person in the room with Ned.
"You're covering it. Reservations are made in Alicia's name. Be at the airport at five tomorrow. I'm going with you and I'll explain the rest then. Tara, I really can't give you any more details right now, but I'll see you tomorrow." Abruptly, he hung up his phone, ending the conversation.
Tara's blood was racing with excitement. She couldn't believe what good fortune she had. It was too much. She danced up the hallway to her bedroom, twirling and spinning her body with joy.
She sat down on the edge of the bed. Biting her lips with her upper teeth, Tara tried to decide on what to bring with her. Stupidly, she had forgotten to ask how long she would be on assignment.
Opening the door to her closet, Tara removed all her summer clothes. Then she thought that perhaps she should bring a variety of seasonal wear. After all, if she was going to cover the story, it was certain to bring her outside of El Paso and into the back trails of rural Mexico.
The thought of Ned crept into her mind. 'How could he be handled?' she wondered. If she were going to have the opportunity to follow up on some of the leads and ideas that she wanted to pursue, how on earth was she going to get Ned out of the picture. She remembered how difficult he had been to persuade, when she was working for him. Definitely, he was a real chauvinist.
Tara couldn't chance telling him about her ideas. He was out of the question. If it were left up to him, he'd made sure that a man got her story and he'd even forget, conveniently, that it had only been followed up because of her suggestion.
He'd done that so many times to her. Tara was not prepared to give him another chance. No way.
"Maybe something will happen to him too, she thought laying out articles of clothing all over the bed. "I hope he gets stuck in a traffic jam and can't get to El Paso all day."
This was certainly something to celebrate. Tara went back to the kitchen and poured herself some more wine. She went to the telephone and dialed.
"Hiya Jerry," she said as the other party answered, "you'll never guess where I'm going tomorrow.
"O.K., so tell me, you cute little piece of ass."
"Jerry!" Tara objected.
"Hey, that's a term of endearment, sweet cheeks." Jerry informed her. "Listen here, Tara...." the phone seemed to go dead.
Tara was wishing that he would never be able to use those kinds of terms again. 'He should become dumb,' she thought, 'serve him right."
"Jerry! Jerry?" Tara called into the phone trying to get him to respond.
But nothing happened.
Then she started to hear some tapping on the other end of the cord.
"Jerry, why don't you answer me. Come on, quit it. Just because I get annoyed with you don't play this silly game with me." Tara paused expectantly.
"What's the matter, did you go dumb or something?" she shouted angrily into the phone.
Stretching the phone's receiver at arms length she stared at it, feeling totally frustrated by Jerry's silly joking.
"That face again,' Tara thought as she watched the face, the same one that she'd seen in bed earlier, the same one who'd been present at Sadhuvhana's. Just as it had occurred earlier, she was able to see its mouth move. Flame-like tongues leaped from between his lips, but no voice was audible. But, just as it had happened earlier she heard a whispery voice seeming to echo inside her skull.
First she heard a weird and eerie laugh, then the voice spoke, "I've granted all your previous wishes, why be surprised that I grant this one as well." Laughter rung in her ears.
"Well, give him back his voice!" Tara shouted not aiming her voice anywhere but making it very loud, returned.
"Are you O.K.," Tara asked concernedly.
"Yeah, but it was really strange, I couldn't get any sound out. By the way, who were you calling to tell them to give me my voice?" Jerry asked.
"I just did that, sort of automatically." Tara felt her body trembling. Somehow she had acquired a strange kind of ability. The day's events began to make more sense than before. Everything she'd wished for had come true.
Tara was amazed.
She heard Jerry's voice calling to her this time, bringing her out of her revery.
"So what's the news. You haven't told me yet."
"The network called and I'm leaving for El Paso tomorrow to cover that spy trial." Tara's voice was even. Her mind was somewhere else completely.
"That's great!" Jerry always tried to be as enthusiastic and encouraging when something good happened to Tara. He had noticed that she didn't seem to have the best possible luck. And when something good happened, he liked being able to get excited over it.
"Hey, I've got a bottle of champagne! Let's celebrate, I'll even take you to the airport! Just hang in there and I'll be right over." Jerry rung Off.
Tara remained in the hallway, an expression of worry hid her pleasant features.
Slowly, Tara walked into her bedroom. Backwards, she dropped her body onto the bedclothes and brought her hand up to her mouth. She felt like she wanted to cry out, but nothing would come.
As though her voice had become paralyzed, she moved her mouth and the from between her lips. All that left her was air, it carried no sound.
Suddenly her entire body was unable to move. Just as her voice had stopped for all her muscles had been stunned and stilled. Her eyes remained wide open and she stared out into the hallway through the open door.
She seemed to be able to see something materializing. It was as though it were a small thread of smoke. Just the size that a burning cigarette might give off. The tiny ribbon seemed to float in the air. A small being was forming from the center of the ribbon.
As she stared at it unable to move her own body or redirect her gaze, it looked like the kind of genie that would materialize from an Arabian lamp. The genie-being was tiny and floated comfortably, unanchored to floor, ceiling or walls. Swaying in the space as first one part and then another moved in and out of Tara's focus.
Her whole body seemed to set off an alarm. Tara's blood raced and she felt her pulse. The pulse seemed to permeate her body and she felt herself pumping blood and air through every pore of her skin.
The genie-being began to take on the look of the visions she had previously had that day. However, it stayed tiny, as though it were far off in the distance. The smoke-like ribbon formed a path on which he advanced toward her. It was impossible for Tara to grasp what was happening. Her mind was filled with such disbelief that it left no room to comprehend the reality of the situation. As though something that she had never expected to happen could not happen simply because it did not fit her expectations. None of Tara's experience had prepared her for encountering a being like this.
Slowly his body enlarged, as he appeared to walk the grey, ribbon of a path toward her. As he came closer she could see the being in fuller detail. He wore nothing and his skin was unusually bright. Bright in the way that fire is full of brightness. Or perhaps the way a ruby or garnet stone gleams in certain light. The jewel seemed to give off light from it's very center that radiates out toward the facets of its boundaries.
Each of the limbs of this being, his arms and legs seemed to have a center of glowing red embers. It was like a blood vessel that was made of red neon, and the light that passed through the center radiated out in hairline flickering flames. It was like the. rays of an eclipsed sun as the moon passed before it.
This glowing tube was not only present in each of the being's limbs but it ran through the center of his torso and into his head. All the tubes of the limbs were connected to this main artery and as he very slowly and steadily approached her, Tara could see that they all pulsed.
As she watched the red glow strengthen and lighten within the being's body she became aware that its rhythm matched her own pulsing.
Tara tried not to look at him, but her eyes would not close, and she could not turn her head. It was stiffly held by some force or energy other than her own. She tried to unfocus her eyes to create a blur of this being and by so doing she hoped that this figment of her imagination, as she was certain it must be, would vanish.
It occurred to Tara that ever since she had decided that she wanted power earlier that day, this being had materialized. Everything that she knew about psychology indicated to her immediately that he was a figment of her guilty imagination. She had created him in order to punish herself for dreaming of things that were beyond her ken.
As though reading her thoughts, the being laughed. His tongue appeared to made of fire and flames leapt from his mouth as he threw his head back. His body became an unusual burning and glowing candle. The tip of his tongue extended up toward the sky and his feet pushed closer and closer to the ground as through his body, Tara watched the pulsing, crimson hued liquid flowing through him.
And it all appeared to be rising from one spot on his body. One source provided the impetus for the pulsing redness. Tara's eyes were magnetically attracted to that area of the being's body. Completely against her will, she seemed unable to block off or blur what she was being forced to watch.
A long, stiff, glowing cock. The source of its steady glow as well as the pulsing red glow of his entire body was the being's scarlet balls!!!!!
The being seemed to grow as he approached her. It was as though he had been far away down a long winding road and as he travelled along the narrow, grey thread that spiralled and curved his body became larger and larger, until he stood before her.
His feet were on the ground, and yet he seemed like a weightless body. The being appeared to simulate the stance of a human yet without reacting to any kind of anchoring gravity that human beings had to adjust to.
Standing just in front of her, Tara felt the heat that this strange body exuded. It seemed to sear her skin. At one and the same moment Tara felt both frightened and excited.
With apparent ease he knelt over her body, one knee on either side of her waist. Just as the cock had a magnetic effect on her sense of sight and forced her eye's attention to it, the being's skin, so near to her Physically, muscularly, her response was to allow her arms and body to move closer to his and attach themselves around him.
The being seemed to sense this in her and gradually her arms circled his hips, and she placed one hand on each of his hot ass cheeks. As her skin touched his, it seemed to lose the separating and bounding function that skin normally fulfills. Instead, Tara felt as though her skin merged with his and the heat of his body penetrated through her porous outer covering and the glowing redness seemed to course through her own blood stream.
He moved up closer to her so that her head was just beneath his balls. Like iron filings attracted by the magnet her lips shaped themselves and attached to his balls.
As though a circuit had been completed, Tara felt a sudden zing. It seemed to blow her mind in a sharp, electro shock therapy manner.
Only seconds before, Tara had been aware of the conflict inside herself. At the same time that her body wanted, needed to affix itself to his, her conscious mind was observing the process and even though she was helpless to resist what her body desired, her mind did not adhere to this beings mind. Tara had been able to continue to think. Her mind continued to see him as some kind of figment of her imagination, something that she had created but was apart from her. Some part of her was watching the sequence of event and able to reassure her that she would be fine. She could still say to herself, 'Whatever this event is, it will pass and I will be OK."
But as the shock penetrated her brain as well as her body, she felt as though the top of her head were blown off, and through it any semblance of objective thinking had fled.
The fact that her mind had been blown out by this being made everything a lot simpler for her. She felt his huge balls in her mouth and without any part of her putting up resistance or fighting any other part of her, she sucked the being hard. Drawing him all the way inside her mouth, Tara's tongue worked on the soft, and sensitive spot that she was able to touch behind his balls and before-his asshole.
Like magic, she felt herself totally responsive to every move, every gesture that the being began.
Reaching behind himself, the being firmly placed his hands over her breasts. The center of his palm sat directly over her nipples. He passed the heat and energy of his body into her tits and the nipple stood up erectly.-As he rotated his hands over her soft rounded mounds the nipple stayed attached to the center of his palms. Even as he lifted his hands up, rather then disengaging, her tits seemed to lengthen into angular, peaking lulls.
Tara found the stretching of her breasts both agonizing and delightful. Guttural sounds were released from the folds of her vocal cords. As he continued to stretch the skin of her breasts, her back began to arch and be raised off the mattress.
Abruptly, as though the being had had enough he pulled his balls out of the depths of her mouth. Involuntarily she screamed.
Though the being made no movement, she felt a slap across her cheek.
"You are going to be my instrument and in that way both you and I shall gain and prosper."
Realizing that her voice had been released of the paralysis in which it had been held, Tara spoke "What are you?" her voice quivered.
Again the being laughed, and she saw the fire licking flames bursting from its mouth.
"Do you even need an answer?" it responded sarcastically. "I can give you anything and everything that you have ever wanted, ever desired, and it is such a tiny price that I ask you to pay."
Hysterically, Tara began to laugh. Everything about this being, and this situation suddenly seemed ridiculous. 'What was he going to ask for, she thought with frenzied and amused excitement, 'her soul."
"Only your body," once more the being had responded to her thoughts without her having spoken at all. "Of all the men to whom you give your body, has there ever been even a single one who could offer you what I have the power and means to place at your disposal?"
The crimson-hued being was right. Already she realized, she had been a recipient of the being's favors.
"I offer you a week. One trial week. If you are not completely satisfied with the results of our bargain, if you believe that in any way at all, I have not lived up to my end and brought you everything you could ever hope for, then we will end the deal." he bargained. His voice was like a door to door salesman's promising her a money back-guarantee if the vacuum cleaner he had just sold her should for any reason prove to be less than what she hoped for.
The first thought that came to Tara's mind, was that this week it would probably come in very handy to have someone or something, as she still wasn't quite sure what this being should be referred to as, who could assist her in finding out the story of the espionage trial. And, the way he made the deal sound, next week if she wanted out she would still be able to have her way.
"Though, you are already certainly aware that I can read your thoughts, I would prefer that we seal our bargain verbally. Give me your answer."
"OK, one week. Then we'll renegotiate." Tara said out loud.
"Good, I'm glad, to see that you're a reasonable woman." He took his long, thick cock in his hand, "Now, you must live up to your part of the bargain."
Tara opened her mouth and he slid the flared head of his extended cock between her lips. She felt the heat of his cock permeating the soft insides of her cheeks. Up and down he slid his red, hot prick inside her mouth. Her lips encircled him and she sucked on him, she could-feel his pulsing and vibrating. Quickly, her body found a harmonious rhythm.
Never before had Tara had such an easy time adjusting to the rhythm of sex. But his rhythm was so strong and dominating that she was moved along by him easily. Her mouth sucked on him hard, as though she could be nourished by the pre-cum that she was able to draw out of him.
Tara's body completely involved itself in sucking on his huge cock. She pulled him way back inside her throat. And the further she pulled him in the more her body contracted with the effort.
Abruptly, just as Tara was entering her strongest moment of contraction, a contraction that was certainly the beginning of her own orgasm, the being pulled from her mouth.
Pushing his knees between her legs, he opened her thighs. The tip of his prick brushed up and down along Tara's soft, wet pussy lips. Exercising his right of ownership over this newly acquired slave's body, he rammed his cock deeply up her cunt.
The fast action caused Tara to scream in pain. As this being's burning cock touched her own wet, lubricated cunt, she saw the steam created by the friction of their bodies ribbon-like floating from their thighs.
The second time he rammed his hot cock up inside her body, Tara felt the bursting of his cum, like hot gases, penetrate and permeate her. She seemed to float up in ecstasy. Closing her eyes, she tried to prolong the moment.
When she opened them again, the being had disappeared.
It was as though nothing could have happened. Tara could find no indication that anyone else had even been with her. She was simply lying in bed. Her clothes had been strewn around the room oddly. But she was comfortable and had simply awakened from a nap, or so it seemed.
The doorbell rang.
Remembering that Jerry had said that he would be coming over and that he would bring with him a bottle of champagne. Quickly she strode down the hallway and answered the bell.
Jerry burst into the room, bubbling with enthusiasm.
"OK, get out the glasses. As I was on my way over here, I started to remember how important this job could be for you. I was riding down in the taxi and we were just breezing down the city streets, making all the lights, at just the right, and finest time. Then, the night that you were telling me about these two guys, that Fortune and that Other guy, what was his nickname again?" Jerry paused to kiss her hard on the mouth.
"You mean Hunter, he's the other one. I thought you'd forgotten all about the trial and the theories I was telling you about."
"Well, I had." He stepped back and took a long look at Tara. He walked into the kitchen and placed the Bottle on the table. Then he took of his jacket and lay it right over the back of a chair. "Hey, I really dig you, Tara." he plunged his hands inside her robe and pulled her body close to his.
Once again, he kissed her and she could feel how much he wanted her.
"It's nice to get you out of bed, you really look appealing. And you're so warm and flushed. You just look so pink." As much as she liked the compliments, Jerry was giving her, she was surprised at how much he was carrying on about her.
Without taking his eyes off her, Jerry turned to reach for the bottle on the table. Deftly, his strong, flexible fingers unwound the little wire that fenced the cork in the mouth of the slender bottle of imported Champagne.
The cork hit the ceiling of the small kitchen and popped behind the refrigerator.
Both of them started to laugh, bubbling over simultaneously with the bottle.
Tara took two of her champagne classes from the cabinet. He poured the sparkling wine and together they lifted their glasses.
"Well, this is your chance." he stated declaratively.
"I guess so." Tara responded.
"Here's to success!" He clicked the rim of his glass against her. Then putting his arm around her shoulder, he started to walk her to the bedroom. She crawled under the covers of the bed and he sat down on the edge to undress.
"Are you all packed and ready to go tomorrow?" he asked her as he noted the appearance of her room. Clothes were indeed all over the room. It looked like she had spun around with an armful of garments and let them fly off her arms and left them wherever they landed.
Tara hesitated for a moment and then realized that she hadn't done anything to get ready.
"Jerry I don't even know what the weather will be, or what to bring!" she answered remembering where she had left off in her preparations.
"Well, don't worry about it right now because I'm going to be here in the morning to be sure you get your big chance to become a world famous journalist." he told as he crawled in to join her.
Tara leaned into his shoulder and nuzzled against his chest. It made her feel secure and protected to know that he was going to be with her the entire night.
After a few quiet sips of champagne together, Jerry got out of bed to turn on the television set. Normally, Tara would have hated his choosing to turn on the TV at that moment, just as they were getting comfy together, but tonight it was fine. He flipped around the dial a few times trying to see what the choices were for the time being. It took him a few moments to make a choice, but finally he decided on an old flickering movie.
Then he walked down the hallway to check that the front door was locked and turned off the rest of the lights that she had left on, thus, preparing the apartment for nighttime. Watching him go about these routine chores, Tara felt the comfort of familiarity. Jerry was taking care of her, treating her just as though she were a little girl, a child, and she loved it.
Together they snuggled as they watched the movie.
Then when it ended, Jerry got up to turn it off. Competently, he switched on .the alarm clock.
Tara moved a few inches toward the center of the bed. Jerry placed his body directly on top of hers and pressed his lips against her dark lips. "Tonight, Tara," he told her admiringly, "you're really something special. I guess it's like having the smell of success."
He rubbed his body against hers and let his lips move over her neck and toward her shoulders. His hands moved up and down quickly, along the sides of her body, passing over the flesh of her thighs and hips and over the bulging sides of her pressed breasts. They seemed to spill off her ribcage.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and held onto him tightly. All of his motion was beginning to make her body quiver.
Easily, he rolled over and pulled heron top of his body. She was kissing him as his hands fondled her ass.
Jerry placed his hands over her breasts and began to stroke her rosebud, pink nipples between his fingers. His prick was growing, stretching between their bellies.
Tara could feel him pressing up against her belly. He seemed to twitch and grow in little spasms.
Once he reached his full size, Jerry rolled her over onto her back and easily entered her already moist pussy. As he pressed inside and felt her cuntal walls enveloping him in a fluid, relaxed series of muscular contractions.
CHAPTER THREE
Early the next morning the alarm rang off, and Jerry nudged her awake. As she rushed through her shower, he found a couple of things to pack for her. Tara wasn't at all sure that he had packed right for her and she wanted to check the contents, but he told her that they didn't have enough time to do that. Instead, he handed her a bunch of charge cards and told her that from one of those she ought to be able to get clothes when she got to El Paso.
Jerry's generosity touched her.
She was grateful to him for the way that he got her to the airport. Once there he even stayed while she was on line to get her ticket. When she got to the head of the line, she asked about Mr. Ned Harrington's ticket. Had it been picked up yet?
The attendant told her that it had not yet been picked up.
"Listen, if that guy doesn't show up, I'm taking his place." Jerry told her as they left the desk.
He took her to the coffee shop that overlooked the runways. As they sat by the window they watched the crew loading the plane and handling the details that would get it off the ground.
Together they walked back to the boarding area.
"Has Mr. Harrington arrived, yet?" Jerry asked efficiently.
"He cancelled his reservation, sir." the clerk told him.
Jerry turned to Tara, "Well, I guess I'm going with you." he told her as he pulled an airlines credit card from his wallet.
The transaction was completed quickly and Jerry boarded with Tara.
The silver plane sat on the runway for what seemed like a very long time. Tara sat by a window and watched the pint-sized people on the ground. They were all very busy. No one on the airfield moved slowly. Each of the personnel moved quickly, efficiently, and energetically. The plane would move what seemed to her only a few feet along the runway. Again it would pause. Tara waited and watched.
Jerry sat on an aisle seat. A stewardess strapped him into his seat. He asked her for a newspaper and she promised to bring it to him. A few minutes later, she returned with a selection of the daily papers including a newspaper from every city they would be stopping in. He chose the El Paso Post.
Right on the front page were the two spies. There was a picture of the two of them together in the courtroom, sitting at the same desk with two other people, presumably defense attorneys. The story was inside. Without hesitation, Jerry flipped to the spy story.
Originally, the two of them had been charged with doing something illegal regarding the aliens. But that part of the story had only been a cover for something far more elaborate. But now they had been indicted as spies and accused of using aliens from Mexico, to send and deliver information.
He handed the story to Tara who tore her attention from the retreating land as the plane climbed into the sky. With interest she read the story.
As she read, Jerry gazed at her delicate profile. Tara always seemed so light, delicate and fragile to him. He enjoyed doing things that she needed to have done for her. It was his way of spoiling her and Jerry had made up his mind that he wanted to spoil her to just the right point of always depending on him. He took a magazine from the selection in the pouch attached to the back of the seat that was in front of his, in one hand and held Tara's fingertips with her other hand.
They continued to sit and read until the stewardess interrupted them and offered coffee. The stewardess, a slim, dark haired young woman dressed in blue was wheeling a cart through the aisle and handing out whatever caffeine filled drink one might want to start the day with. Another one came around with a stack of little styrofoam white trays in which breakfast was served.
The meal was pancakes. They were offered three kinds of syrup, regular maple, blueberry and strawberry. Jerry had the maple and Tara the blueberry.
The stewardesses dashed proficiently up and down the aisle, refilling coffee cups and handling the passengers' requests. When they arrived in El Paso, as they re-entered the boarding area an employee of the airline approached them and told them that a Mr. Harrington had rented a car for them.
Not questioning their good fortune, they followed him to a parked car just outside the airline terminal.
Jerry dropped Tara off at the downtown courthouse to watch the trial and he drove on to the hotel to get them settled. The way he saw it, they'd be down here at least a week and he wanted them to be comfortable. By noon, he had unpacked everything and returned to the courthouse to see if the session had broken for lunch.
He was early, but he didn't have long to wait. As the doors opened she approached him excitedly.
"There's an agent in there who promised to take me around the border and point out some of the aliens who were supposed to have been involved. I'm really excited, this could be my big chance." She whispered to him.
"When will you be doing this detective work," Jerry wanted to know.
"Tonight. "After the session has broken he suggested that we all have dinner together and he would show me around later." She told him once she'd gotten him away from the crowd that thronged outside the building.
"I am going with you," he told her emphatically.
They lunched on Ned Harrington's expense account. He had left a message with their hotel about exactly how to stay within the bounds of the TV companies accounting procedures. Choosing a nice looking coffee shop nearby the courthouse, they sat together for a while and drank coffee as Tara animatedly talked about the progress of the trial.
After dropping Tara off at the courtroom, Jerry returned to the hotel to take a nap for the afternoon. He was tired from having been up so late the night before and awake so early this morning.
At five o'clock Jerry was waiting by the courtroom. Tara came out with another young woman.
She introduced the young woman, Carmen to Jerry and told him that this was the agent who had promised to help her out later on that evening.
It was difficult to tell how old Carmen was, but she had very girlish mannerisms. Her long dark hair was tied back behind her neck and hung in a long, black braid down her back, past her buttocks. Her skin was the color of hot chocolate and her eyes were a warm deep brown, fringed with long, soft lashes. Her face had a young and vulnerable expression. If he had seen her on the street, Jerry might have thought she was a teenager. Seeing her next to Tara's light and blonde beauty, seemed to set off her own darker loveliness.
The three of them strolled "along the. city streets and found a restaurant that served good beef. Carmen recommended it . Inside it had the appearance of an old-fashioned ranch house kitchen. The windows were curtained in gingham outlined with lace. The tablecloths bore the same kind of design. Each table was a round butcher block type slab of wood on top of a carved pedestal.
A small bud vase sat on each table with a single flower on it.
Carmen told them about growing up in El Paso. She lived in a very Mexican section of the U.S. border town. Her own family was very middle class. Having come to the U.s. for a better life for his family, her father had worked very hard at becoming a businessman. He owned a small store that employed himself, his son, his brother and his wife, but only her, if it was a busy time of year.
Carmen had gotten fed up with her middle class life as a teenager and had hung around with a crowd that her family didn't approve of. Their dream for her had been to send her to a white northern college and hope she would come back married and ready to teach school or be a nurse until she and her husband had little children.
But Carmen had other plans.
She fell in love with an illegal Mexican alien. He came to the U.S. side of the border early every morning to a steady job that helped support his father and mother and four younger children.
When her parents found out about the relationship, they hit the ceiling. He wasn't good enough for her they said. But she wouldn't listen. By marrying him, he easily won his American citizenship, then he set about treating her as though she were a village girl he had grown up with. She hated it. It was way too restrictive a life for her to enjoy.
With a great deal of difficulty, her parents were able to get her a divorce. But it cost them a great deal of money. The money that they had worked so hard to save, that they had planned to send her to a wonderful university with, were spent. Carmen remained in El Paso and attended a school nearby. Her anger at being mistreated by the alien she had married had made her decide to become an immigration agent and get back at all the illegal aliens she could find. Happily, after four years of college, she was able to have a more objective view of what her job was about.
And her experience of being married to an illegal alien had proven extremely valuable in her job. She operated very much as a undercover agent. Always her identity had been kept secret from both sides of the border patrols. Yet the experiences-she had with her ex-husband taught her a great deal about the psychology of the people she was tracking down.
They drank California wine with their dinner of delicious Texan beef. And for dessert they each had a portion of multi-flavored ice cream. Carmen suggested that they wait until later in the evening to travel around downtown and look through the crowds that mobbed the downtown at night. Many of them were aliens who made contacts for jobs. They were ready to take anything that would make enough money to provide for their families, which most had left in Mexico.
Jerry suggested that the three of them return to the hotel and have a couple of drinks in the room. Before leaving Carmen excused herself to the ladies room.
As she left Jerry turned to Tara, "What did I tell you this was going to be a lucky trip. Where would you ever be so lucky as to find such a perfect guide around this secretive and uninviting town." Thus far, Jerry had not found one redeeming feature about the place. It had no elegance. There was nothing as far as he could tell to explore about the city. Having been a city person all of his own life he didn't care much for the dirt that cities accumulated, as this one had, but instead he cared about their character.
When Carmen returned, they paid the check and left for the hotel.
Jerry was enjoying the thought that he would be spending a few hours alone with both the young women. Carmen seemed so darkly earthy. And Tara was so delicate and blonde. Carmen was somewhat rounder than Tara, but she wasn't a heavy woman. Tara was longer and narrower in some of the places that Carmen was plumper.
As they got in the car, Tara sat between Jerry and Carmen. Carmen's extra body pushed the side of her body against Jerry's. At the same time Tara was being pressed up against Carmen. She was like the meat in the front seat sandwich.
Tara felt the warmth of the two bodies surrounding her. And she had the feeling that she was reading Jerry's mind. She had turned to look at him at a point on the head just above the ear. And instead of her seeing the hair on his head she got a picture of a completely different scene. It was as though the scene took place on a cloud that was lying over the side of his head. With an aureole effect of radiating light, it was very eerie and looked like storms on the sun during an eclipse. She saw herself and Carmen and Jerry together on the bed of their hotel room!
It wasn't that she didn't like the idea, but simply that as soon as the thought occurred it had been so obvious that it was a scene created by Jerry's mind. Tara turned her head away to stare out of the tinted windshield. At the very moment that her sightline changed, the image disappeared.
Checking to see what happen if she looked again inside Jerry's head, she turned her face to see if the image would surface once more. It did and the scene progressed .She and Carmen were standing there nude in front of him and he was comparing their skin tones and the shapes of their bodies. Tara had a sense of the words that Jerry was thinking about the comparison.
Again she turned away, feeling as though she might in some way be doing something to invade his privacy. Yet, the thought that she might actually be reading minds intrigued Tara. Slowly and trying not to look suspicious in any way, Tara turned toward Carmen's mind and tried to see what she was thinking.
Again there appeared to be a space, similar to a cloud or perhaps more similar still, to a screen. On the side of her head as Tara looked just above the ear, she saw Carmen thinking about the tour of the alien side of town. They were in a bright and multi-colored disco. Women wearing brightly dyed shirts and full skirts that had patterns made with hand covered blocks. And the swirling of patterns and colors waved like serpents in sinuously spiralling dances.
It was such an unusual vision for Tara, hot colors in strobe lit bars.
They arrived at the hotel and Jerry let Carmen and Tara out. They went up to. the room together and ordered a couple of drinks while Jerry parked the car near the road rather than in the parking lot. That way it would be available more quickly for whenever they decided that they needed it.
Tara had been immediately drawn to Carmen. Carmen seemed to display similar behavior. When they had first negotiated this evenings trip, Carmen had been amenable to all of Tara's suggestions. She agreed to everything. Carmen was willing and easily able to turn them on to all the places that were cheap enough for the aliens to hang out in. Tara and Jerry had never been to a border town before and had no idea of what it was they were preparing to encounter.
They were all waiting for Carmen to lead the way. She suggested that they wear less conservative clothes. If the two of them looked like sophisticated Easterners, it would be hard for Tara to do any investigative work.
She instructed them to wear jeans and a shirt. Deftly, she placed the scarf that she kept in her brightly colored straw bag over Tara's hair. That way her blondeness would be hidden.
After Carmen was satisfied with their appearance they took off for the places only Carmen could show them.
Jerry got on a thruway and Carmen directed him toward the border. They drove into a guardhouse. The Mexican guard waved them through immediately. For two blocks was a kind of no man's territory. Walls stood, where once buildings had been lived in. Other buildings were boarded up. Jerry drove slowly, amazed at the ugliness of the dry border. Dust and sand blew about in swirling smoky ribbons.
Two blocks, but it seemed to take them forever to move through the space.
As they drove through that area, Tara was aware of a weightless quality to her arms and legs. It seemed to be a quality that was affecting her brain as well, for all her thoughts seemed to suspend themselves and pass through her mind, like sheets on a pulley constructed clothes line.
At the corner of the second block was a low wall. Red, clay, fired earth, bricks made up the segments of the wall with a deep red mortar, that seemed to glow.
Tara stayed awake just long enough to hear Carmen's laugh, a wild hysterical cry as they passed through the gateway from the deserted no man's land.
Before she knew it they had' arrived at a place that Carmen intended them to see. A plain red house, with an open tornado cellar. Carmen led them down the staircase into the basement. It was dark and all that they could see was that somewhere in front of them, there was a spot of light.
Along a narrow corridor that seemed to lead to the light, the three of them walked slowly and carefully.
Suddenly Tara's foot slipped and she tugged on Jerry's arm as she blurted out a small high pitched cry. Her voice echoed and echoed for minutes.
Skillfully, Carmen led them toward the light. As they neared the edge of the passageway and were about to step into the light, they heard voices. Loud and happy sounding people awaited them on the other side of the open doorway.
As they rounded the bend they realized that they were entering a large party. People were dressed in a lot of colored pieces. Some people had chosen to arrive wearing practically nothing. Many people were completely naked as they partied.
First, Carmen suggested that Jerry and Tara accompany her to the costume room. There were all kinds of things that they could wear, garments, jewelry and Carmen also mentioned chains.
"In fact, ' Tara realized 'Carmen hadn't said the word jewelry, she had only said chains.' Her own mind had made the assumption that Carmen meant slim, elegant chains of gold and silver links. But as they walked up a flight of stairs, Tara could see the room that Carmen led them to.
Tara looked to see what Jerry's response to the place was, and he seemed just fine.
At the top of the stairs a woman led them to a small closet area. It had a wide selection of costumes to choose from.
CHAPTER FOUR
Carmen seemed to know everyone at the party. She waved to people and threw them kisses. In the closet, she undressed quickly. Her tan body gleamed. She had opted to wear nothing back to the party. Tara and Jerry elected to join her. The two of them followed behind Carmen. Their bodies were pale in comparison to most of the people present. The group accepted that they were in some way with Carmen.
Carmen introduced them to a group of people and left them there while she went to say hello' to other people she knew.
By any standards that Tara had ever known the people in the small circle around her were dressed weirdly. One woman who stood directly across the circle from Tara and Jerry was wearing only belts. She had long dark hair that flowed thickly down her back. Her face was set to show strength. Her face was divided into clear, clean divisions of space. It gave her a very primitive look. Some of her hair was pulled back into a pony tail-that sprang but of the top of her head.
The woman's skin was smooth and bronzed. Around her eyes were dark, enticing outlines. Her full, thick lips were red.
Around the woman's neck was a choker. Made of black and white cord, woven together wit, the choker wrapped tightly about her throat.
The first belt began just underneath her breasts.
She had a slim chest. Her breasts were little more than powder puff size pads of fat. From each one stood an bright and erect nipple. As the woman became aware that her nipple, which seemed like little handles, were what both Jerry and Tara were looking at, she put her own fingers over them and squeezed the knob of each tit between her fingers.
Tara could feel Jerry's penis spring up against her butt as the woman played with herself.
The first belt was a thick blue band. Directly through the center of its width ran a narrow leather lace. Under that was a narrower orange belt. It shone like shiny plastic. An iridescent green belt fit tightly underneath the orange. Beneath that came her natural waistline and she wore a thick pink belt. It's front vee-d toward her crotch, emphasizing her naked bald pussy.
Around each thigh,' she wore more belts. They seemed to have extra thickness between her leg, because she was completely unable to bring her legs close together. That caused the slit of her pussy to be even more pronounced. She approached Jerry and Tara.
"Which one is your favorite?" she asked in a voice that resonated deep in her throat.
Jerry pointed to the one that came first, thick and blue with a black center. She unbuckled it and pulled it off. The other people began to circle them. Jerry and Tara stood in the midst of a group of the aliens.
It occurred to Tara that they had nothing to do with the kinds of aliens that she had meant to investigate. In some way they were being placed on display.
Carmen returned, and behind her followed a man with a cart. Ritualistically, the entire circle sat down exactly where they were. But the place had changed. No longer were they in the midst of a party. The background seemed to drop away as if it was a stage set. The group was now in a sort of no man's land atop a steep cliff. The man with the cart winked at Tara.
She recognized him as the being with whom she had made an agreement.
Jerry leaned over to her and whispered into her ear. "Do you think this is some sort of an orgy?" His voice sounded as though he thought that would be too good to be true.
Tara looked at the assembled people and had to admit to herself that it did indeed look as if an orgy was in progress. She nodded in knowing fashion and watched.
As strange as all this was, she felt a calmness and a strength inside of her.
The man with the cart began to pour a sweet smelling liquid from a white teapot.
Before Tara had even tasted the dark, reddish liquid she recognized its aroma. Suddenly, in her mind's eye she was transported back to the studio where she had tasted the brew that Sadhuvhanu had prepared. Everyone else had disappeared and she was once again, alone with the being.
All day long she had been without him. She had begun to think only that he was a figment of her imagination, she had made it up somehow. But today, because it had not bothered her or surfaced in her own head, she had assumed that it was gone forever.
"Sweet Tara," he murmured," I have brought you here now, as I plan to bring you every evening that I desire."
"But, then how can you be keeping your part of the bargain?" she asked it with a surprisingly assertive manner.
The being just laughed.
Tara couldn't imagine how he was going to make her successful, while she was here and not writing the story or doing the research for her assignment.
He walked toward her, and with each step he gained in stature. With every step he took, Tara saw him getting larger and larger. Her own body moved closer to the floor, cowering.
She anticipated the heat of his body as he approached. Each time before, she had become more aware of the amount of heat that this red body gave off. It seemed to melt her, and prevented her body from resisting.
He mounted her bringing one leg over her body and resting his knee on the palm of her hand. He lifted her other hand to his cock.
The pressure on the palm of her hand didn't bother her. The proximity of his body and the pressure caused her skin to change chemically. It actually did seem to melt and flow with his. As though the cells of both of their bodies had turned into a liquid and the skin that covered the liquid, the very top layer of the body, when contacted by another body actually changed.
The layer of skin no longer acted as a separation. The two beings flowed together at that point, and as the liquid circulated through their two bodies, she could feel his heat permeating her insides.
It was that moment, the moment when he touched her that the experience changed for Tara. This time, she lost the terror that she had previously felt. As her own body temperature neared his, the head became less unpleasant. It quickly acclimated her to this being.
As much as she had feared the being before and felt alienated from it, at this moment she felt empathy rather than alienation.
The being sensed her change.
He brought his lips close to hers.
But, Tara remembered the lapping flames of his tongue and jerked her head away from him. He misunderstood her fear thinking that her movement reflected another change in her attitude. He brought his hand up, as if to strike her across the face. At that moment she saw its hoof and was stunned to stillness faster than if he'd struck her.
Before-her eyes, she saw the hoof change back into a hand. The being gently brought his hand down to stroke the side of her body. His sharp fingers scratched her sides as he ran them up and down.
Tara tried to squirm away. But her body under the pressure of his, felt paralyzed. His nails moved down the sides of her body. It left little holes along her side. After a few strokes the being had drawn blood and it showed up on the side of her body like little dots, all in a row.
He pushed his lips close to hers. This time she didn't move. As his lips approached she could see the tips of orange and red flames. A furnace seemed to bum just behind his teeth.
His lips pressed against hers and opened her mouth. The flames poured into her, Unable to pull her mouth away from his she started to gasp. Trying to get more air into her lungs she made sucking motions which, in fact, only served to pull the fire deeper and deeper.
The being knelt down between her legs and pushed her thighs apart. He entered her and seemed to complete a circuit. The flaming heat now seemed to enter her from both her mouth and her cunt. It travelled up her spine like electricity travelling through a narrow cord.
Her v body undulated under his as the powerful stream of energy moved through her. The heat surged throughout her veins.
With each burst of his hips her hips adjusted. Her hips jumped upwards and the pulse of the movement continued on lifting her chest and last, her head. Her body was like a fast snapping whip under his, reacting to the Movement of his cock as though it were a flick of the wrist.
Tara felt the second that he burst inside her and everything within her seemed to explode. The shock rocked her body so strongly that she thought she saw stars However, her eyes had been closed from the moment that he burst inside her.
As she opened them, she saw Jerry. Tara realized that they were still in the hotel room.
"Wake up, Carmen's going to show us around now." Jerry was telling her. Tara looked across the room and Carmen was sitting in an easy chair, sipping her drink.
"As soon as I'm finished," Carman told her lifting up her drink. It was still a third full.
"I dreamt that we had left quite a while ago," Tara said sitting up on the edge of the bed.
Tara stood up. She checked the expressions on both Jerry and Carmen's face. Everything about her dream had seemed so real. Shaking her head, she headed to the bathroom, and threw some water on her face, in order to wake up more completely. Apparently, no one had noticed anything odd or unusual about her. The dream had seemed to be so real that she had expected to wake up gyrating and moving around. Yet, no one seemed to be concerned about her behavior....
When she returned Jerry and Carmen were carrying on a polite conversation about the housing situation in the city. Tara felt a bit disoriented about the experience that apparently no one else had shared. She tried to listen in to the conversation and tuned into whatever mood they were already in.
Jerry ordered some coffee from room service. "Tara just doesn't seem to be waking up," he said as explanation to Carmen for delaying their exit.
But, after a cup of coffee, Tara seemed more her usual self.
"Well, I feel like I've got my second wind," Carmen told them. "I wanted to wait until I felt more energetic before I showed you around."
She continued to talk about the length of her day until they got out to the car.
"I was up at seven-thirty," she sounded like a cop reciting the facts. "Now it's past ten and I'm ready for another day."
"That's terrific," Jerry told her admiringly.
Jerry opened the car door for Tara and Carmen. Tara got in first.
"I think it'll be easier if I drive," Carmen told him, extending her hand to receive the keys. Jerry nodded agreement and handed her the keys. He got in beside Tara and Carmen walked around to the driver's side.
The evening was still warm. Carmen pulled out of the parking lot into the main street. Downtown was full of lights. Bright street lights and buildings They drove along the main street as it rolled out of town.
The edge of the town was all old railroad yards. Some trains were stored there, and tracks appeared to crisscross the dirt Carmen knew her way around this part of the town easily. She drove them around and through the yards.
"Are you looking for something or are we just driving around?" Tara asked. She had a reporter's narrow pad on her lap and poised her pencil tip on the paper.
"Looking for the night patrol." Carmen told her matter-of-factly.
"You really did come awake!" Jerry told her, meaning he was impressed with her energy.
The excitement of travelling around with an agent on the border had charged Tara with more energy.
They pulled up alongside another car. It looked like' a parked car. There was nothing to distinguish it as a police car. Two undercover cops were stationed in it. The street was so narrow, that Carmen's window opened up directly opposite the driver's window of the other car.
She rolled down the window and the two men leaning back against the seats of the car recognized her.
"You got anything yet?" she asked.
"Too early."
"Rock Island Line's late, huh?" she questioned them, "That's right.
"Well, I didn't want us to miss it. HQ contacted you about tonight?" it sounded very mysterious. But Tara had filled out all the forms for clearance on this patrol."
He nodded that he knew they'd be coming.
Tara stared out at the flat railroad yards. "What's the rest of the terrain like?" she asked Carmen.
"Rocky and dusty and sandy. There are some hills past the yards and a it's pretty rocky." Tara noted Carmen's reply in her pad.
"We're waiting for a train, is that right?" Tara queried.
Carmen nodded assent.
"Do they come over by foot, as well?"
"Sure do," Carmen answered. "They come over any way that they can. Some of them think they have a better chance of getting to this side on foot. Other's try the train. Generally, if they see that we've seen them and they're walking around on this rocky soil, they know it's no use to try and run away. They just walk over and let us search them."
In the distance Tara could hear a train approaching. Before she could even ask her question, Carmen nodded.
The car next to them took off. Carmen turned the car around, skillfully, and followed to the intercept point.
The plainclothes border patrol in the unmarked car followed this routing every night. They waited at the same place for the train and as soon as they saw the first glint of its headlight they took off for the point at which the train would stop. The routine was set so well that they arrived at the exact moment that the train stopped.
Another car has already arrived at the scene. Two other cops have already begun to search the bodies of three men who stand in front of them.
The three men are dark haired and they stand with their arms stretched out from their bodies. The policemen run their hands, tapping lightly up and down alongside the bodies of the three men they've encountered. Nothing is found.
The men are marched off to a van. They step up to get into the back. It takes off to the Immigration Processing Office.
"You want to see that again with the next train?" Carmen asked Tara. "Or did you get it all down in your notes?"
Tara had been writing away furiously, capturing all the details of the event.
She had gotten the entire process on paper. "No I've already seen it once. Let's head to the Processing Center. I'd like to follow through on these guys and see just what happens to them.
"Alright," Carmen said as they peeled out after the van.
* * *
They travelled down a deserted road. The dust billowed up on either side of them. Further down the road was one lit building. The van had already arrived and parked next to the building.
As they entered the guardhouse, which it resembled more closely than a processing center, Carmen led the way. The building was not sophisticated enough for a name like Immigration Processing.
There was a coffee urn with its red light shining. The three of them headed in that direction and each had a cup. Carmen introduced them to a man at the front desk. He wasn't from Texas, Tara could tell from the accent. He was from the East and had been a writer who had decided to try 'something different,' as he put it.
Carmen made arrangements for her to get to meet the three Mexicans. He went back to find out if they wanted to be interviewed for a paper. Two of the men walk in front of him as he returned.
Both the men look very young. They're slim and the slimness gives their faces a lean animal look. They are introduced to Tara. She asks them where they're from.
"Chihuahua City," one replies.
"That's two hundred miles south." Carmen informs her.
"What were you planning to do?" Tara continued her questioning.
"Just get as far north as we could and see if we could find jobs.
The officer led them out to a bus, that would take them across the border and back to their homes. As soon as they get on,-the bus' motor starts revving.
The three of them stood and watched from the glassed in office.
As soon as the officer returned Tara asked him how old they aliens were.
"Seventeen, eighteen," he told her, shaking his head as though unable to remember exactly.
"Well, what happens to them now?" Tara wanted to know from the officer.
"They'll probably be on another train tomorrow night." he replied.
"Seen enough?" Carmen asked.
"I guess so. Do you have anything to tell me that you think I ought to know?"
"No, you've seen it all." Carmen told her.
They left the office and hopped in the car. Carmen drove them back to the downtown hotel. As she left, she called back to Tara. "See ya tomorrow. We can take off in the afternoon if you like and see another aspect of this business."
"Sounds good," Tara shouted, her voice rising over the stillness of the empty hotel parking lot.
"Well, do you think that you got a lot?" Jerry asked anxiously.
"Yeah, it looks like besides covering this case, I can do a whole series about the border life too."
Ned Harrington had left her a message at the desk. He wanted her to call as soon as possible, it didn't matter what time.
Jerry ordered brandy as a nightcap and Tara got on the phone to Ned.
She told him about meeting Carmen and what they'd done that evening. He wanted her story right away. He was ready for and very receptive to her idea about a border series. She got instructions on how to wire it up to him the next day.
Room service had sent up a bottle of brandy. Jerry poured the drinks into the snifters they'd sent with it.
"Jerry," Tara began hesitantly.
"Yes," he encouraged her.
"Something very strange is going on with me. I'm kind of afraid." she confided.
Jerry walked over to her, the glass in one hand, and he put his free arm around her shoulder.
"You know what I think,' he said earnestly, as he walked J er back toward the bed. "I mink you're getting scared that you might have a real success on your hands!"
"That's only part of it!" She exclaimed. "I Junk I've met the devil, Jerry," her voice was measured and steady.
He laughed. "I've heard about guilt trips, but this takes the cake. All your life you've been waiting for this break, this chance. Don't you see that you've worked at it?"
Jerry, when I passed out before, I swear, I encountered him again. I though-that I wouldn't ever see him again, because you would be with me, but obviously I was wrong."
"What are you talking about? When did you see him before?" he asked as he sat her down on the edge of the bed.
"It started when I went to be initiated by Sadhuvhanu on Sunday."
"Oh," he exclaimed knowingly. "I told you not to get mixed up with that nonsense."
"It is not nonsense, it's highly spiritual stuff." she protested.
"Tara, just think a minute. How many men does he have in the classes that he teaches? Not many, I'll bet. It's all a play to use young, vulnerable women, like you, to his own ends.
"Look, I know him a lot longer than you , and I have a lot of respect for...."
"It started with him," Jerry interrupted angrily, "I never approved of this stuff, and I sure don't approve of it now, and I never will.-As soon as we get back to New York you'll get yourself uninitiated, and all this stuff will end!"
Tara's lips quivered. All evening long she had been so strong and reporterly. But now, alone with Jerry, she broke down and tears rolled from her eyes.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I don't think it works that way, Jerry," Tara sobbed. "I think it's a great deal more complicated than that."
"Don't be absurd," Jerry shook her. 'Tara, is this really you? What's come over you? You used to be so objective. That's what made you a strong journalist. Don't break kid. You can do it."
"Oh, Jerry," she cried, 'That's not really me.
That's an act. I'm a woman. And even more than that, I am a spiritual being. I must find sustenance for my soul."
"It seems to be that you are filled with illusions, Kid," he said. "This is real life, honey. You can leave all that soul stuff off until you are buried in the ground. If you have a soul, you'll know about it then."
"How can you be so brutal, Jerry?" she wiped her eves dry, becoming more interested in the debate, than in the issue itself. "How can you go through life thinking that it's all just a hardcore matter."
"Because that's what it is," he said. "Maybe you've missed your proper calling, darling. Maybe you should never have become a journalist, a reporter. Perhaps you should be a novelist. You certainly have the imagination for it."
"You are a fool, Jerry," she became strong. "There are things that go on in this life things much stronger than the day-to-day absurdities you live for."
"And you don't live for any absurdities, I suppose?"
"Sure I do," she grew increasingly stronger. "But I see them for what they are. That way I can have a little smile on my face while I live through the mundane."
"Mundane?" he asked
"Like making love with you."
"Tara," he drew back, his face draining of color. "How can you say that?"
"Because it's true," she said. "You are a rakish bore, Jerry. All you care about is getting in my pants. Oh, I know that you are going to tell me about all the things you have done for me. The support you have provided. But I tell you, it was all a sham. Yes, a sham, because what you really wanted was just to fuck me. You're like all the others.
"Just because I am a beautiful blonde," she continued, "you think that I'm a toy. That's what all you mortal men think. Well, I'm much more than a beautiful girl. I'm much more than lovely breasts, topped with delicious little nipples; I'm much more than long, shapely legs, a firm, young ass, and a golden down-covered pussy. I am a human being. And perhaps, even more than that."
"More than that?" Jerry smiled, as though he were the sole witness of a very humorous nervous breakdown.
"Yes, Jerry," she grew increasingly hostile, "much more than that. I might even be a god, or a devil."
"A devil is more like it," he smiled. "The way you are acting, I wouldn't be surprised to see flames leaping from between your cherry-red lips."
"Go ahead and laugh, you fool," she snapped.
"I'm not laughing at you, Tara," he said. "I wish you would understand that. I'm your friend, not your enemy. I want to help. I want to understand. All that I'm saying, is that all of this is not real. It's not in the outside world. It's existing all in your head. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"I understand that you think I'm nuts," she was red in the face.
"Maybe I'd better just leave," he said. "I admit that I lust for you. Of course I do. What man wouldn't? Look in the mirror, child. You are beautiful. But I think it's wasted on you. You don't deserve it."
"What are you talking about?"
"Your beauty is too much of a burden for you to handle," he said. "It's flipping you out. You don't trust anyone anymore."
"I just want to be loved for what I am," she said.
"Then maybe you'd better start dating blind men," he said. "Because all it takes is just one look, and any normal man will be swept away by our beauty."
"Then I wish I were ugly-hideously ugly," she said.
"Yes, so do I," he smiled, slightly-as though not wanting her to see he was having a clever go at her. Perhaps we could start a fire on your face, and try to put it out with an ice pick. Or we could wash your face with sulfuric acid."
She stared at him in confusion. And then, as he smiled slightly, she burst into laughter. "I'm sorry, Jerry," she said. "I have been a very silly little girl."
"That's all right," he said. "I think you are just very much on edge."
"Yes, that's it," she said. "I'd better watch myself carefully. I don't want to throw the baby out with the bath water."
"Come over here and sit on the couch with me," he said. ' Let's relax. There's no reason to get so distraught. I'm sure if we talk this thing out, it will all begin to make sense."
"Jerry," she said, pivoting to face him, and taking his hands in hers, "Thank you for being my friend."
"That I am," he said. "And you are welcome. But I'm not only your friend. I do lust for you, Tara. There's something about you that drives me nuts. I don't care anything about those other girls. Forget the orgies Oh, I admit, I do like to knock off a stray piece of ass now and then. I do fall in love, incessantly, but with you it's different. I don't really love you. I simply lust for you. And it's so much more under control that way."
"You know, Jerry," Tara smiled. "In some ways, you might have the right idea. Maybe you aren't such a bad egg after all."
"See, I told you," he smiled. "And to show you how much I really care, I'll even listen to your story about this guru character."
"I really don't think he's a character," she said. "Sadhuvhana might not even truly be a guru. In a way, I think you might be right about that. It might just be a sham, to search for new victims. He's like a very clever vampire in a way."
"A vampire?"
"Yes, I don't know why I said that," Tara said. "I never thought of him as a vampire before."
"Do you see what I mean, Tara?" Jerry smiled, in that .condescending manner that a psychiatrist who doesn't really understand his patient might display. "First, this Sadhuvhana character' is the devil, and now he is a vampire. Which is it. Next, hell probably be a werewolf."
"It's all the same thing,' she said. "It's you who doesn't see this thing clearly. I tell you it's real."
"Well, I certainly don't want to get you worked up excessively about it," Jerry said. "Why don't we take a little nap. Then well feel better."
"It s just an excuse to get into my pants, isn't it?"
"You girls always make it seem like it was some kind of war between the sexes," he said. "What in hell is so criminal about wanting to make love to you?"
"Please don't use that word, Jerry," she said.
""What word-love?"
"No, hell."
"Oops," he smiled. "I see what you mean."
"Oh, Jerry, I really am frightened. Can't you try to be a little understanding? Even if you don't really mean it, show a little understanding. For, there might truly be things that go on around us we don't fully comprehend, fear, or appreciate."
"It is possible," he said.
Tara leaned against Jerry's shoulder, and stroked his hair. "Sadhuvhana is real."
"Of course, he is," Jerry smiled. "He's as real as you, or I. He's a man. And he has a racket going It sounds like a nice racket. Oh, sure, he might have some sort of hypnotic act going on, or some ESP mumbo jumbo, but it's probably all just a sham-a way to get into pretty girl's panties."
"It really isn't like that, Jerry. I wish it were. It feel his strength and his presence.. It is an evil power. It was as though his thoughts could come into my head. He can make me do things."
"I tell you, it's all in your head," he smiled. . "I have a sister who once flipped out on an LSD trip. It took her a few years to really . come completely out of it. Arid during that time, she felt she was being led around by voices, and such. It's common. It's a psychotic trip. Don't get me wrong, honey, I don't think you are a psycho or anything like that. I just think that you need some rest. You're pushing yourself too hard. It's that damn ambition that's getting to you. So what if you don't end up being the most famous woman reporter in the history of journalism? It won't kill you. You certainly don't need to turn to gurus for spiritual guidance "
"Maybe you are right," she said. "And that's a big maybe. It doesn't seem to me that you are right But, I'll tell you, it's very possible. If I am under all the stress that you say I am, then it could be that I am making these stories up in my head. Mind you, I'm not saying that's true. But it is a possibility."
"And doesn't that possibility make everything seem a little better?" Jerry smiled.
"Yes, Jerry," she smiled back, and pressed her head tightly to his shoulder. "I do feel better."
"Well, let's just recline on this here bed," he said, "and rest a spell."
She didn't fight him any longer. She felt tired. And-she was in need of some comforting. Jerry pulled her closely to him. They were on their sides.
He smiled, as he looked into her lovely blue eyes. And she smiled in return. Running her finger tips through his hair, she brought his lips to hers.
That's what he had been waiting for-for a signal, a sign that there was some carnal interest.
He was filled with lust for this lovely blonde creature. It was difficult for him to even be in her presence, without his cock growing firm in his pants.
As Jerry's hot tongue pressed into" her sweet, loving mouth, Tara felt her body relax. Lust was replacing her worry, and she was glad to be rid of it-even if only for a moment in time.
As the man's tongue worked rapidly in and out of her mouth, she had a fleeting remembrance of the vision of Sadhuvhana's tongue sliding down her entire alimentary track. She shuddered at the thought of the long insect-like tongue.
But as Jerry began to unbutton her blouse, and run his hand over her warm, sensuous tits, she relaxed, and let the frightening thoughts fly off-like blood sucking bats.
She felt relieved. It was as if Jerry's passion, as carnal as it was, was still so much purer than the influence of the evil being, that it sent Sadhuvhana's power off into the dark void.
Tara felt her nipples harden with pleasure. Her breathing grew deep. She could feel the hot lubricating juices run from her succulent pussy into her panties.
She rolled over on her back, and instinctively spread her legs.
Jerry moved up on her body, practically tearing at-her clothes.
She didn't care. She wanted to be free of her clothes. She wanted to lose herself in carnage-in normal carnage. Compared to the fears she harbored for Sadhuvhana, and the sexual power he seemed to wield over her, making love with Jerry seemed like taking communion in church.
It didn't take the rakish fellow long to finish undressing the beautiful blonde. As soon as he had stripped her completely, he moved off the bed, and rapidly removed his own clothing.
His large cock was throbbing with desire. He looked down upon the blonde creature with intense lust. It was as if this were the first time. She was a stranger to him. A strange slice of angel food cake, all for him to feast upon.
Tara smiled up at him from her reclining position. She saw him for what he was. But she didn't mind. Not for now. She wanted to be close to someone. And she figured it may as well be Jerry. She at least felt that she could control him. And he did look rather nice, standing there naked before her, with that huge erection hanging between his legs.
She decided to be sexy. He deserved a good lay, she thought. Spreading her legs slightly, she excited Jerry instantly. He stared down at the golden flesh. Her swollen breasts seemed like ripened melons. The pink nipples were like firm little strawberries. Her lovely snatch seemed to the orally fixated young man like a vanilla 'clair. He wanted to eat her.
Moving to her side on the bed, he brought his body close to hers, rubbing his firm rod against her leg. She reached down for the sex tool, and took it in her hand. She began to stroke it, rhythmically, while his lips moved over hers, his tongue dashed in and out of her warm, moist, mouth, and his hands toyed with her firm titties.
Moving his lips slowly down across her lovely throat, Jerry paused at her ear, and breathed hotly into the sensitive organ. She moaned with pleasure, and began stroking his cock more rapidly.
"That a girl,' he moaned. "Make good old Jerry feel good. And hell make you feel real good, too."
She continued to breath hot, and heavy, as his lips moved down across her chest, to the mammary. He caressed her breast tenderly, and brought his lips to the puckered nipple. Taking the taut, pink, flesh into his mouth, he sucked at it, and listened to the lovely blonde moan with pleasure. She was working her pelvis about on the bed-a clear indication to the carnally watchful man, that she was getting ready to take cock up the slit.
"Oh, Jerry," she moaned, "you make me feel so good. You are such a good lover."
"It's about time you woke up to how much you need me," he sighed, as he switched his oral ministrations to the other breast. Squeezing the firm tit flesh in his hand, he brought his mouth to the nipple, and sucked at it lovingly. He felt it grow firm in his mouth. He moved his hand slowly down to the moistened mound between her-thighs. He worked his fingers into the hot, wet, sexual opening. He loved the feel of her pussy.
"Oh, yeah, Jerry," she moaned. "Touch me like that. You make me feel so good. So very, very good."
He liked to hear her voice-the gratification he provided her. He felt her falling under his spell. His sexual power.
"Suck me, darling," she moaned. "Get me off. I need to get off so badly."
That's just what Jerry wanted to hear. With his cock pounding madly in the lovely blonde's hand, he pivoted his body around, so that Tara would be able to continue playing with his rod, while he sucked at her sex.
While Tara leaned against the erect penis, licking the tip of it with her sweet, pink, tongue, Jerry hooked his arms inside her thighs, and brought his mouth down firmly against her snatch.
He kissed the blonde bush, taking the curling golden locks into his mouth. He loved everything about Tara's slash. For him, in a quasi-spiritual sense, her pussy was like a temple, or altar. An altar of lust. And he was definitely paying homage.
Her pussy grew moist as he sucked it-a mixture of her own lubricating juices, and his hot saliva. He ran his tongue over the pink fuck flesh, and listened to her moan with increasing joy.
She paid him back in kind for the homage he paid to her vagina-with her own mouth. Running her tongue over the head of his manhood, she took the throbbing tool into her mouth, and sucked at it. She could feel it pulsating in her mouth as she worked herself up and down on it.
Jerry could feel the passion begin to build in his sacs as she moved her mouth up and down on . his length. The friction was rapidly increasing. He knew it wouldn't be long before he spilled his load deep into her loving mouth.
Rubbing his hands over her warm inner thigh flesh, he continued to kiss every inch of her pussy, and run her tongue into the moistened crack. She was pumping, and moving her pelvis wildly over his mouth.
"Oh, Jerry," she moaned. "You make me feel so good. Faster, honey. Suck me harder."
He did. His tongue moved up over her firm clitoris. He took the fold of magic flesh into his mouth, and sucked at it wildly. He nibbled on it, and pulled at it.
"Yes, just like that, honey," she murmured, with hit hot cock buried deeply into her mouth.
She continued sucking, while he took her entire clit into his mouth, as though it were a diminutive penis, and sucked at it wildly. Moving his mouth rapidly up and down the length of the clit meat, he rapidly brought Tara up the rungs of the ladder to the enchanted land of orgasm.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she groaned. "I'm almost there."
And as he sucked harder and faster at the magic meat, she, in turn, paid respect to his cock by working her mouth desperately over the firm cock meat.
The moment of sexual catharsis was at hand. Soon, they would both come.
Jerry swung his weight up on her body, pressing the length of his tool deeply into her mouth. She sucked madly at his cock, as he plunged it rapidly in and out of her loving mouth. He was spelunking deeply into her throat. And she nearly gagged as his fat organ smashed up against her tonsils. It was hard for her to breath.
The lovely blonde was only able to catch her breath on the upward strokes.
While Jerry pounded his rod in and out of her mouth, he feasted on her immaculate slit.
Her clitoris had grown quite firm in his mouth, and as he worked his lips, teeth, and tongue rapidly up and down the length of the pink orgasmic flesh, he sensed that her orgasm was going to swiftly arrive.
And so was his.
In fact, they both simultaneously orgasmed moments later. Forcing his throbbing, horny, member deeply into Tara's mouth, he shot a thick load of spunk down the back of her throat. She groaned with pleasure as the hot semen ran down her mouth, and throat.
The thrill of it hastened her own orgasm, and she shook about on the bed, driving her groin powerfully up against Jerry's mouth, While his spunk continued to run into her mouth, she arrived at her own climax.
She could only babble and murmur, as the ejaculating penis worked continuously in and out of her mouth. But her murmurs were like muffled howls in their intensity.
After she had milked his cock dry in her mouth, she moved her lips away from the organ, and began to groan with full volume.
"Oh, Jerry," she .groaned, "it's wonderful, Don't stop I think I could go on coming all day long."
He didn't stop. Though he wasn't exactly prepared to suck her pussy all day long.
Now that his cock was freed from the beautiful blonde's mouth, he swung his body around, and moved in between her long, lovely legs. He buried his face into the moist warmth of her slit, and ran his tongue up and down the pink meat.
She came again, and again. He felt filled with power. It turned him on terribly so as he felt the lovely woman jerk about beneath his mouth. He had the power, and the glory.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, "you're driving me crazy with your mouth. Oh, Jerry, it's wonderful."
He continued sucking. He continued even as his jaw became sore, and his tongue was thoroughly fatigued. He couldn't stop. As long as she continued to come, and to howl, and gyrate madly about on the bed, he never wanted to stop.
He was filled with perverse need. Only between her legs, did Jerry feel as though he could dominate this lovely woman.
After nearly a dozen orgasms, the woman was depleted. The pleasure between her thighs was turning to discomfort.
"Enough," she moaned, trying to pull her groin away from Jerry's mouth. "I can't take much more of this."
"As you wish," he said, lifting his juice-covered mouth from the moistened, and highly satisfied slit.
"Oh, Jerry," she groaned, "that was so nice. You've made me feel wonderful. Absolutely wonderful."
"It was my pleasure," he smiled, squatting between her thighs, and staring down at the matted blonde pubes.
As the fine, golden hairs were pressed flat against her slit, he was able to make out the anatomy of the object of his desire and affection.
The young vagina was reddened from the oral treatment. As the woman continued to breath deeply, recovering from the onslaught of multiple orgasms, her cunt rose and fell with her gyrations.
The movement of the sexual organ drove him crazy with lust. He wanted her again. He felt as though he could go on fucking all day long. He wanted to shove-his still erect rod up her slit. He wanted to feel her raw pussyflesh wrapped tightly around his organ.
He wanted to have her.
Spreading, her glorious legs apart, he moved inside the warmth of her sex. As he brought the head of his organ up against the hot, moistened slit, and Tara responded by getting up to her elbows, and watching with rapt interest.
"You are absolutely insatiable, aren't you?" she said.
"Yes, do you like me anyway?"
"I suppose," she smiled. "But tell me, Jerry, what is it about me that so drives you crazy?"
"I wish I knew," he said. "I guess I'm just hooked on you. I love your pussy."
"You arc so funny, and obsessive," she smiled, as she lowered her torso to the bed.
Jerry pressed the length of his rod into her hot, moistened box. He could feel her pussy lips close down on his rod, squeezing him, and pulling him more deeply inside her.
"Oh, Jerry," she moaned, "you feel so good inside me. I love it. I always forget how much I need sex. To be really properly fucked. That means so much to me."
"It means a lot to me-to fuck you," he grunted, as he could feel the jism begin to boil in his sacs. "If you only knew how very much I liked to be inside of you, you would probably freak."
"I don't think anything could freak me anymore," Tara said, as the rod moved faster and faster inside her tightened box. "I've been through too much."
"Listen to you, an old trooper, eh?" he laughed.
"Don't tease, you know what I mean,' 'she said.
"Yeah, that Sadhuvhana character, right?"
"I really wish you would comprehend the weight of all this," she said.
"Yeah, I'm sure it's real heavy," he sighed. "Weighty matters, and all of that."
"Oh, this feels good," she groaned. "It's so kinky to fuck and carry on a conversation, don't you think?"
"It is," he moaned, as he began pumping his rod faster and faster in the delightful opening. "I'll bet Sadhuvhana can't ball as good as I can.
"That's hardly what's important right now," she moaned, as she felt Jerry's stiff prick press against her clit, as it rammed in and out of her tight box.
"Yeah, well, then let's just drop it," he sniffed. "Right now I would like to concentrate only on you-you, and your wonderful cunt."
"Oh, you are so hopeless," she grinned, and wrapped her legs tightly around him. Pulling his rod deeply into her vagina, she began pumping him furiously.
Jerry reached for her breasts, and squeezed them powerfully as his cock-ready to burst inside of her-pumped faster and faster.
"Honey," she moaned, "I think I'm going to come again. Is it possible? You are indeed a magician with that magic wand of yours."
"I like to think so," he said, his face straining with concentration. He was concentrating on the glorious sensations he felt being inside this lovely woman's cunt. Soon, he would discharge his load into her. Faster and faster still he pumped.
And she trembled on the bed as Jerry worked his tool faster and faster in and out of her. He took her nipples between his fingers, and pulled at them, and then he, too, discharged.
"Oh, love of fuck," he moaned, as his cock spasmed, and began shooting rivers of hot come into her box.
She gripped him tightly with her cunt muscles, squeezing the passion from his rod. He continued to move his shaft in and out of the tightened opening. And forcing his way all the way into her depths, he collapsed on top of her, and allowed his tool to discharge its load deeply into her pussy.
As they both discharged, they held each other tightly, and pressed their mouths together.
His tongue entered her mouth, and they pressed their tongues together, and then sucked at them.
When Jerry had finished his orgasm, he pulled his rod from her opening, and collapsed at her side on the bed.
"That was real nice," the beautiful blonde said, as she stroked Jerry's hair. "Where do you get all of your energy from?"
"I really don't know," he said. "I guess you just inspire me."
"Is that truly so?" she smiled.
"I wouldn't lie,' he smiled. "I could go on fucking you all day long."
"What else is there left to do?" she naively asked, forgetting that Jerry's sexual hunger knew no bounds.
"I would just love to shove my cock up your ass," he said, as he moved back between her thighs, and spread her lovely legs wide apart. He stared down at the pink opening, and licked his lips. He was hungry for that hole. He was hungry to be inside of it-to shove his rod deeply inside her hot bowel
"I don't know if I'm up for that, Jerry," she said.
"It will do both of us good," he smiled. "Come on, haven't I been a good pal to you?"
"Of course, but...."
"No buts about it," he smiled. "Now, you be a good girl, and roll over on your belly. Jerry will make you feel real good."
"There's no use arguing," she said. "You'll only get your way, in the end."
"A great pun, my dear," he said, as he helped the gorgeous blonde to roll over on her belly.
Jerry sat there on his haunches, admiring the lovely posterior form. Her ass globes were nicely rounded, and firm. Her back was narrow. And despite her light coloring, she had a nice tan. Everything about her looked good.
Spreading her ass globes apart, he stared down at the pink hole. He wanted to be in it. He would be in it. He couldn't believe how cooperative she was becoming. How she was offering him her most prized possession-her little asshole-on a silver platter.
"You won't regret this," he said, as he moved slowly in between her lovely legs, and spread her ass globes apart. He could see the little anus opening and closing, hungrily, passionately, perversely.
He pressed the head of his rod to her anus.
"Oh, it's going to hurt," she moaned. "I can tell it's going to hurt badly."
"Stop your bitching, girl," he sighed. "Just take some deep breaths and relax. It will be just fine."
"Maybe if you used some lubricant," she said.
"I'll tell you what," he said, as he pulled his rod from the opening of her asshole, "you just relax."
Jerry pressed his rod into her still moistened slit, covering his prick with hot lubricating juices.
She moaned with pleasure as she felt his rod in her slit, and tried to force his entire length back into her cunt. But Jerry wasn't interested in fucking her in the cunt again. His mind had been made up. He was up for buggery.
He moved his rod back to her anus, and inserted it into her tight anal canal.
"That's better, isn't it?" he asked, as he worked his tool slowly into the depth of her asshole.
"A little," she grunted. "But it's much too big. I wish you would reconsider."
"Perish the thought," he said, as he forced his tool all the way into the forbidden corridor.
"Oh, God," she moaned. "It's so big. You rend me."
"By the hour or the week?"
"Rend, not rent, you asshole!" she moaned, with discomfort.
"Keep your humor, my dear," he said. "Just relax, and hang on. You'll be okay."
"I'll try," she sighed. "But let me tell you, it's rough."
"But you feel so hot and tight," he moaned. "I just love being in your rectum."
"Don't say it like that. It sounds filthy, and disgusting," she groaned.
"Very well," he smiled, as he slowly worked his tool in and out of the hot asshole, "it feels wonderful to be inside her posterior."
"You're hopeless," she moaned. "Your sick sense of humor is going to drive me nuts yet."
"Oh, yeah," he moaned,-as the promise of pending orgasm carried his thoughts away. "You are so good."
And he was pumping his rod powerfully in and out of her ass. He wasn't holding back now. He was giving the girl everything he had. He was pumping her with all his might. His cock was screaming with desire as it plowed into her.
She moaned and groaned against the anal invasion. But in a way, in a perversely masochistic way, she enjoyed the sodomy.
"And I come," he groaned, forcing his cock into her ass to the hilt, and spilling his hot, sticky load into her bowel.
"I can feel it in me," she moaned. "All that hot jism. It's good."
CHAPTER SIX
After Jerry pulled his rod from the lovely blonde's behind, he rolled over and collapsed on his back. "That was wonderful. Absolutely a treat of the highest order."
"Well, thank you, Jerry," Tara smiled, climbing off the bed. "I must say that I enjoyed it myself. I didn't hurt you too much, did I?"
"No, it was okay," she smiled, placing her hand to her cute little asshole. "I'm just not used to all that stretching, and pulling."
"Stick around, kid," he said. "You'll get used to it."
"Right now," Tara said, "I'm going to take a shower. Do you want to join me?"
"No, I'll just smoke a cigarette," he smiled. "I've got to get my strength back. I really had a work out."
"Very funny," the lovely blonde said, as she went to the bathroom. She turned the water on to the hot position. She wanted to luxuriate in the hot water, to let it run over her tired flesh.
After the water was adjusted to the temperature she desired, the lovely young woman climbed into the shower stall, and closed the glass door behind her.
She soaped herself, gingerly, and shampooed her hair. She let the hot water cascade over her exquisite form.
Then, something happened. She felt herself suddenly being drawn towards a strange place. It was as though a dark cloud had enveloped her.
She was aware of the being's presence. She was aware of Sadhuvhana in the bathroom.
She trembled with fear, but couldn't find the strength to scream.
"Hello, Tara," the voice boomed in the enclosed bathroom. "You didn't think I had forgotten you, did you?"
"Won't you leave me alone?" she cried out. "You terrify me. Go away. You aren't real. I'm imagining all of this. It's some evil omen. Please, leave me alone."
"But I am your friend, Tara," the supposed guru spoke. "You are not crazy. This is real. You should not listen to the things this man tells you. He is not interested in the welfare of your spirit. He is only interested in your sex?. "
"And are you so much different?" she spoke to the voice.
"I can guide your soul through the universe," he said. "I can guarantee you immortality. I can guide your cycle of births and rebirths through time for an infinity."
"And in return, what do you want from me?"
"Your soul, my dear, your own soul."
"Well, you can't have it!" she said.
"Don't be so difficult, my dear," the voice continued. "How can you turn down immortality?"
"Because if you can offer it to me," she found the inner strength to argue with the devil, "then God can give me the same."
"There you are wrong," he laughed. "The universe is not as it appears. It is not an either or proposition. For God is me, and I am God."
"What nonsense is this?" she asked. "You cannot be both."
"It is you who feels that everything is bifurcated between good and evil. But that is not how it works. It comes back on itself. It is all one big entirety. Can you comprehend this?"
"It sounds like some metaphysical interpretation of Einstein's theory of relativity," she said, recalling a basic lecture she had listened to on the German genius theory, while attending an astronomy course at the university. :
"In a way it is," Sadhuvhana spoke. 'You see, all mortal brings have an opportunity to give themselves to the force. How they save themselves depends on who they are. Not everyone is a child of God. I can assure you of that. Some, are children of the devil. And they belong to me. You can run, and you can hide, but you are mine."
"This is madness," she protested. "I am neither witch, nor demon. I believe in God."
"Then you must also believe in me," he said. "For God cannot exist, unless I exist. And the opposite is true as well. Thus, if you want to destroy me, you must also destroy God. And then there would be a void. All would turn to nothingness. It is simply a question of being, or nothingness."
"And I have no choice?" Tara asked.
"It is simply a question of being or not being," the devil spoke. "In the words of one of my more illustrious followers, it is simply a question of to be, or not to be.":
"Is that so?" Tara trembled with fear, only now beginning to realize the power of the creature, whose voice filled the steamy bathroom.
"It is truth, my dear," the devil said.
"And why have you selected me?"
"Because you are one of the special ones-the high born. You are a direct descendant of the high priestesses of Babylon. That was our earthly empire. Surely, you have forgotten, Tara. But there was a time when we were very close. I was emperor of all that was not of heaven, and you were my high priestess. You were my concubine. You were my all."
"These are lies," she said. "It is not truly so. It cannot be truly so.""
"But it is, my dear," Sadhuvhana said. "Try to remember. Go back in time for a moment. Can't you see us together, at the Euphrates? You swam, and I stood guard over you. I took delight in you-in your flesh, and in your evil soul."
"I am not evil," Tara protested. "Again, you make the mistake of confusing evil with badness," he said. "And again, and for the final time-for you are trying even-my super-human patience-by evil, I do not mean badness. For how can anything be bad, if mere is neither good, nor evil. Look at it from a more long-term perspective, my child. I admit, that some things might appear as bad in the sense of the moment. But look at it on the infinite belt of time. Everything blends. There are no differences. All is all."
"I can't follow all Of that," she trembled with fear. "My mind is finite. I am a mortal human being. All I know is, what I know. Please go away, and leave me alone. I can't deals with all of this. Won't you try to understand?"
"No, it is you who must understand," he said. "You belong to me. It is your birth right that you stand by my side, and service my needs. You are the bride of Satan."
"Oh, God, protect me," she shrieked, and collapsed to the shower floor. "This is too much."
Looking up at the glass shower door, she watched with horror as Sadhuvhana materialized in the room. His long tongue flicked against the glass, and he began to write something on the glass. Where his tongue touched,' the steam-clouded glass became clear. She could make out what he was writing.
But' she couldn't understand the words.
They appeared to be written in a foreign language. An ancient language. The words, appeared more as pictures, as hieroglyphics.
After the being had covered the glass door with these picture words, she could see him through the transparent areas of the door. He was not completely materialized. She could only see part of him. With each vision of the being, he, or it, seemed to become more animal. Presently, Sadhuvhana appeared as a satyr. His body-from the waist up-was the body of the guru. But from the waist down, he appeared as a horse. Looking closely through the frosted glass, she could see two horns atop his head.
"Do you want to know what I have written?" he asked. "I am sure you don't remember our ancient language."
"I never knew how to read those words," she said. "It looks like Chinese to me."
"But, of course," he laughed-an evil laugh-"It would appear backwards to you."
And then, the being waved his. hand in front of the glass door, and the words were reversed. They still didn't mean anything to the lovely young blonde.
"I'm sorry, Sadhuvhana," she said, "but I don't recognize any of those words."
"It is a love song that you wrote for me, Tara," the being said. "Many thousands of years ago.
"Why do you torment me with these stories?" she asked. "I don't think you are really here. It is like Jerry said. I guess I've lost my mind, and I'm imagining you. And he'll hear my voice, and come in. Hell take me to the hospital. There are psychiatrists who can help me. They can rid me of you."
"Yes, I suppose it would be easy," he laughed. "But it wouldn't work. It wouldn't work, because you are not crazy. All of this is very real. But they wouldn't know that. They would indeed think you were crazy. They would fill you with drugs, and strap you to an electro-shock therapy machine. They would look at your blood, and your urine through the microscope. But they wouldn't see anything. And they wouldn't know how to treat-you. You see, there wouldn't be anything wrong with you. And so, my young lovely, they would simply lock you up, and throw away the key."
"No, that wouldn't happen."
"Yes, it would," Sadhuvhana laughed. "And if you don't believe me, try it. I promise not to bother you. I'll just hang around and watch. Maybe I'll let you escape from the padded cell after a year or two. A year or two doesn't mean anything to me."
"You would do that to me, wouldn't you?" she asked the being.
"Don't you realize that I am trying to help you?" he said.
"I'm scared, Sadhuvhana," Tara said. "If all of this was true, it would be wonderful. I could live forever. I could visit many places with you."
"We would tour the universe together, my lovely," he said. "But you must cooperate. If you surrender your soul to me, I can give you power that you never imagined existed. I could teach you the secrets of time travel, of astral travel. I could show you how to visit the most distant star."
"Okay, I believe you," she said. "What must I do?"
"You surrender?"
"Yes, I am yours," she said. "I can't fight this thing. I will lose my mind."
"Very good, Tara," he said. "Now you are one with me. But there are things we must do before I initiate you. Before we travel back through time to Babylon."
"Is that true?" she asked through the glass shower door. "Can we really travel back through time like that?"
"That, and of many more wondrous things," Sadhuvhana said.-"Now, I must ask you to perform a sacrificial deed. To show me that you are not merely toying with me. That you will agree to seal our love, and your servitude to me, with blood."
"With blood?" , "You will find a dagger on the bathroom sink," Sadhuvhana said. "You will kill your friend Jerry."
"But he has tried to help me," she said. "I can't kill him."
"Can't, or won't?" the creature fumed.
"I can't," she cried. "It's not me. I can't kill another human being."
"Even if it means immortality?" the being asked.
"Is it really necessary?" she asked.
"I wouldn't require you to do it, if it wasn't," he said.!
And then the image began to fade. "I'll be watching," he said, as he disappeared into the steam that clouded the room.
Tara turned off the water, and stepped from the shower. Sure enough, there on the bathroom counter lay a golden dagger. It was evil looking, as the razor-sharp blade glistened. There were red rubies and green emeralds stuck in the gilded handle.
All the while she dried herself, she stared fearfully at the dagger on the counter. She thought about Jerry. She realized it was true that he was simply using her for her lovely body. But that wasn't reason enough to kill him. To plunge the knife into his body.
But then the young lovely thought about the alternatives. She knew she had to act.
What if the police arrest me? she asked herself. His body will be found, it will be traced to me. I'll go to prison for life. No one will believe my story.
"Do not worry," Sadhuvhana said. "No one will know how he died. F will take care of all those details."
"Then I guess there is no choice," she sighed, picking up the knife. It felt hot in her hand.
"There never was a choice-not really," he said. "It was simply a question of time. And the time is now."
"Yes, Master," she said, and clutching the. knife tightly in her hand, she walked from the bathroom.
Jerry was lying on his back, naked, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
"That was a long shower," he said. "I was going to come and check on you. I was afraid you had drowned."
"No, I'm all right," she said, holding the lethal instrument behind her back.
"What do you have behind your back?" he asked, rolling over on his side. 'A present for Jerry?"
"Yeah, just a sample of my esteem for you," she smiled, as she drew close.
"Let me guess what it is," he smiled. "Is it bigger than a bread box?"
She was standing above him. Sadhuvhana's voice was in her ears. "Kill him!" the being commanded.
As if in a trance-which she was-the lovely, naked blonde, pulled the knife from behind her back, and raised it high in the air.
"Oh, no!" Jerry screamed.
"Oh, yes," she smiled, satanically, and brought. the dagger powerfully down against the man's naked abdomen.
The warm blade cut through his belly like a hot knife passing through butter. He howled with pain and tried to reach for the knife, to pull it away.
But it was as if her hand was being guided and it was-and she brought the dagger back into the air, and brought it crashing down again and again against his belly. And his chest, and his face.
Screaming with pain, and horror, Jerry rolled over on his belly, and tried to roll up into a ball, to protect himself. But she plunged the knife into his back, puncturing his lungs. Air bubbles oozed from the deep, red wounds in his flesh.
His screams dissipated into a steady moan, and then the dying man began to gurgle choking on his own blood. Tara moved back from him, and held the knife before her. Jerry crawled about on the bed, as if in his last moments of life, he thought he could escape. Hope springs eternal.
And then his body shook-the death rattle, and he froze, very much dead.
The bed was saturated with dark blood. And blood continued to pour from the numerous mortal wounds in his body.
Suddenly the knife disappeared from her hand. And the voice came into her ears.
"You have done good, Tara," Sadhuvhana said. "Now, you are mine. All mine."
And as the being began to materialize in the room, Jerry's body was transformed. The wounds in his body closed up, and the blood seemed to evaporate into thin air.
"How did you do that?" she asked.
"That is a secret, my dear," he smiled, as he seemed to hover-like smoke-above her head.
"Perhaps one day, I will explain."
"Oh, Sadhuvhana, you are such a tease," she said.
"You sound as though you are beginning to like me at last."
"You sort of grow on me," she smiled, looking up at the swirling mass of devil above her. "Your powers blow my mind."
"Come with me, back to Babylon," the devil said.
"What about Jerry?" she asked.
"When he is found, the coroner will pronounce the cause of death as a coronary. No one will ever know. No one ever does.""
"Have you no enemies?" she asked.
"Not on earth," Sadhuvhana said. "All the earth is mine. For a thousand years."
"Only for a thousand years?" she asked.
"And then the lamb returns,"
"he said, and we must be cast into the darkness again. But we will return. You see, there is constant shifting. Constant beginnings, and endings."
"Oh, it is so confusing to me," she said.
"Take my hand," the being's arm materialized from the haze, and reached down to her. She took it in hers. It felt icy cold.
And then she felt herself being lifted from the floor. And it was as if she was pulled through the roof of the apartment, and into the air. Everything was a blur.
It was as if time stood still. Or there was no time.
It might have only been a fraction of an instant-while they moved together through space and time-or it might have been forever. And then they stood in the midst of a vast golden desert.
The sand beneath Tara's feet was hot, and golden in. color. The "sky overhead was as blue as the Pacific. And the golden sun overhead beat down on them as if it were hell fire. Yet, Tara didn't feel hot. She felt warm and good.
She sensed Sadhuvhana at her side. But she couldn't see him. He was like the rays of the sun-present, but invisible.
"Let me see you," she said. "Where are we?"
"Are you truly ready to see me as I really am?"
"Yes."
* * *
Back in the real world, Tara's disappearance, and Jerry's untimely death created quite a stir. It wasn't only because Tara was a journalist, that the newspapers, radio stations, and television news crews jumped on the story.
Because of the Mexican connection, there was talk of political hanky-panky. The State Department was in touch with Mexico City. Tempers were hot.
Ned was on the phone constantly with the news service offices along the border. Several news organizations posted substantial rewards for information concerning Tara's disappearance.
But no one would find her until it was time for her to be found. When and if Sadhuvhana desired her presence back on the material plane.
* * *
"I want to see you now," she said, as she stood-seemingly alone-in the midst of the vast desert"!
"Very well, Tara," the voice said.
And then, in the midst of the air about her, a strange figure began to appear. It was Sadhuvhana, all right. But it was his satanic face.
The sharp, triangular face, the deep green pupils, set off against blood-red eye balls, and the muscular, handsome human torso. But as the rest of his body appeared, she was horrified. It was the body of a horse.
"Don't be afraid, Tara," he smiled, as' the transformation was complete. "You will grow accustomed to seeing me the way I truly am. You will learn to enjoy all that my body has to offer you."
"I don't doubt that," she smiled. "You are indeed a handsome creature. I always liked horses. Especially when I was a little girl. Can I be half horse, too."
"Perhaps, in time," he said. "But for now, I enjoy you just the way you are. I wouldn't change a thing about you."
"That's sweet," Tara said.
"Do you know where you are?" he asked. "Does this place seem familiar to you?"
"It looks just like the desert to me."
"But it is a special desert," he said. "We have been here before, together. But that was many thousands of years ago."
"I don't remember," Tara said. "I'm sorry."
"That's all right," he said. "I didn't really expect you to remember."
"So, where are we?"
"This is the desert of Babylon," he smiled, and moved close to her body.
"I want to kiss you now, Tara," the being said. I
"Not with that insect tongue of yours," she said. "I felt it moving into my body in a dream, it horrified me."
"I can change that," he smiled, and poked his tongue out at her. It was the pink, skinny tongue of a serpent, including the fork at the tip.
"Ich," she moved away. "You're not going to stick that in my mouth, are you?"
"It's the best I can do at the moment," he smiled. "Even the devil has some limitations."
"Very well," she said. "But it gives me the creeps." I
"You'll grow accustomed to it. With time, you will grow accustomed to everything about me, and the empire I plan to share with you.":
"I'll try, Sadhuvhana," she said. "I really will try."
"I have' complete faith in you, my dear," he said. "And now, it is time for us to consummate our transaction."
"What do you mean?"
"Until I have carnal knowledge of you," he said, ' you are not completely mine.":
She looked down at his scarlet balls, and his huge horse cock. It looked so huge to her. It frightened her.
"Don't be afraid," the being said, as he sat on his haunches in the hot desert sand. Tara watched with a mixture of horror, and desire, as Sadhuvhana's huge horse cock moved slowly from it's fleshy sheath. The pink, animal erection stood nearly a foot long. It glistened in the sunlight.!
"Stroke it, my dear," he said. "Don't be afraid, it likes you."
The lovely blonde journalist, and neophyte follower of' the devil, moved to Sadhuvhana's side. She reached her hand out to the huge horse cock, and stroked it. It felt wet, and slippery. And it grew stiffer beneath her fingers.
"Ah, yes," he moaned, "that feels good. Stroke it hard."
She was becoming excited, as she felt the creature's body heat enveloping her naked body. She griped the huge red cock, and stroked it powerfully, feeling hot, lubricating juices run from her pussy.
Sadhuvhana s hands came to rest on her breasts. He squeezed them lovingly, taking her nipples between his fingers, and manipulating them, as she moved her hand faster and faster on his cock.
"Oh, yes," he groaned, "that feels very nice."
He brought his mouth to hers. She pursed her lips tightly together-fearful of taking the serpent tongue into her mouth.
But as his warm lips moved over hers, she melted, and she opened her mouth to take his long, pink, forked tongue into her mouth.
It slithered inside her mouth. And she felt goose flesh cover her as it flicked about. Icy chills ran up and down her spine. But she slowly became accustomed to it, and even felt the advantages of the odd tongue.
It flicked back to the rear of her mouth, and then up against the roof, over her tongue, and out again. She felt thrilling sensations fill her groin. She was hot all over. It was exciting.
She continued to stroke the creature's horse cock. It was so big in her hand, that she could barely close her fingers over it. As she stroked it, she felt her body fill with excitement. She liked the feel of the slippery pink meat.
"Suck it," he said.
"Suck it?" she asked, feeling rather strange at the prospects of taking the horse cock in her mouth.
"It is necessary-all part of the initiation," he said.
The lovely blonde took her hand from the mammoth organ, and slowly brought her lips to the tip.
She shuddered with uneasiness about what she. was about to do. But she knew there was no' turning back now. She ran her tongue over the cock head, taking the complete head of the large animal cock into her mouth.
The animal moaned as he pressed the length of his evil manhood into her mouth. She groaned also-with increasing pleasure. She found it was a very erotic experience. She thought about the fact she had the Devil's cock in her mouth. It was an exciting thought.
Deeper and deeper the creature rammed his manhood into her succulent, warm mouth, and faster he moved it. She couldn't imagine how she could take the entire cock in her mouth, but somehow it seemed to fit. Nearly the entire foot of satanic cock moved into her mouth. She was surprised she didn't gag on it, as it pressed against the back of her throat.
The huge scarlet balls felt heavy in her hand, as she grasped them, caressing them fondly, while the huge organ moved rapidly in and out of her mouth.
It filled her completely. She was excited. And found herself perspiring profusely while her mouth worked faster and faster on the slithering cock meat.
"Oh, yes," he moaned. 'That's so nice. You are indeed the devil's wife. And now we are consummating the ultimate initiation. You are me, and I you. Tara didn't try to decipher the strange message the devil presented. She continued to suck his cock. And that's what seemed important at the moment. Faster and faster her mouth moved on the slithering, pink organ.
She could feel the tension in the being's balls. She knew that soon he would come.
She moved her mouth faster and faster. Then, Sadhuvhana began to moan. To moan powerfully. The climax was upon him. Any moment, the devil would shoot his spunk into her mouth. :
Tara wanted it to happen. She wanted to taste the devil's seed.
He pumped his huge phallus powerfully in and out of her mouth. Then he groaned deeply-it was the sound an animal might make and his huge organ shuddered in her mouth. And then it belched jism. And out of his organ came icy jism. The sticky, cold jism flooded her mouth. She hadn't expected such an ample quantity.
It was difficult for her to swallow all of it. Some of the jism spilled over her lips, coagulating on the sand.
What she could swallow, she did. She gulped the thick, icy, evil nectar.
It surprised her that it wasn't hot. But nothing was making much sense to her at this point She swallowed, and swallowed, and tried not to waste any more than was necessary.
At last, when her jaw, and mouth were terribly fatigued from the workout, she disengaged mouth from cock, and fell away from the satanic being.
"That was glorious," he said. "You truly are fit to be Satan's bride."
"I'm not sure if that's good, or bad," she said, in all honesty.
"It's so bad, that it's good," he replied.
"I'm so confused," the gorgeous blonde said.
"I'm so confused by all of this."
"Maybe if I suck on your worthy pussy," the creature said, "you will relax."
"I don't know," she said. "I feel all tense, and nervous. I would like to go back to the world I know. I don't feel as though I belong here."
"You'll get used to it," Sadhuvhana said. "Fear not, you are now protected by the prince of darkness. I rule all the earth. What ever you want, is yours."
"I guess I'm just not used to all of this yet," she said.
"In time," he said, "it will all come together for you. Now just lay on your back, and spread your lovely legs. I will feast from your pussy. I will take delight in the passion of your evil opening "
The blonde, surrendering to the devil's wishes, lay on her back on the hot sand, and spread her beautiful legs.
Sadhuvhana, digging his hooves into the sand, inched forward between her legs, and moving his hands beneath her ass globes, lifted her pelvis to his mouth.
He kissed her pussy passionately, taking her labial lips into his mouth, and sucking them.
She howled with delight, as he so expertly stimulated her pussy. Then, running his serpent's tongue into her opening, he flicked it about, and caressed the entire insides of her vagina.
Expertly wielding the serpent tongue, Sadhuvhana pressed the forked tip up against her cervix.
The lovely blonde girl moaned with pleasure, and wrapped her long legs around his back, pulling the tip of the tongue inside her uterus.
The sensation she thus experienced, was one she had never encountered with a human being. For no human tongue could have done what Sadhuvhana was doing to her.
She pumped and writhed, and felt her body grow hot with passion. It was as though her pussy was on fire. Burning with the flames of hell fire.
The creature withdrew his tongue from her cunt, and used it on her clit. But in a way she had never experienced before. The long tongue seemed to wrap around her clit, squeezing it tightly, as though it were a boa constrictor, wrapping itself tightly around a mouse. It squeezed her clit, and then he began to frig her with it. It was as though many fingers pulled at the organ.
With his tongue, he frigged her as she had never been frigged before. It was only a matter of moments before the orgasm began to build towards the point of release.
She writhed in the hot sand. She tossed her head back and form, moaning with abandon. Any moment, she would come. She felt it build swiftly. She was well beyond the point of no return.
Tara listened intently to the slurping sound Sadhuvhana made as he sucked at her pussy. Faster and faster he worked on her organ. And then it happened.
"Oh, Master," she screamed, and her scream echoed over the sand dunes for an apparent infinite distance, 'I'm coming. Oh, yes, I'm coming-like never before."
And the woman shook and moaned with the arrival of a torrential rain of orgasmic pleasure.
She was held tightly in the grip of the devil's pleasure. Her screams of pleasure echoed through the desert kingdom.
The being continued to suck at her, drawing out of her countless orgasms. She was nearly completely drained of her energy, as though a vampire had been sucking at her jugular vein.
"Enough," she moaned, "I can't take any more."
"Very well," he sighed, with pleasure, as he moved his mouth from her pussy.
"Sadhuvhana," she moaned. "I don't know how to thank you for that. I've never had so many orgasms-and such strong ones."
"You can thank me with your love-and your body, for an eternity."
"You have that, Sadhuvhana."
"And now for a fuck," he said.
"Gladly," she sighed. "But what kind of position should we assume? It might be difficult because of the differences in our bodies."
"On your hands and knees, my dear," he said.
"Just like horses," she smiled. "You have a strange sense of humor," the devil said. "But it's heartening to hear you laugh."
"I guess I'm happy now," she said, as she adjusted herself on her hands and knees.
"That pleases me more than I can tell you," he said, as he moved between her legs, and brought the head of his red horse cock erection up against her pussy crack.
"Oh, that feels so good, Sadhuvhana," she sighed.
He mounted her, animal style, pressing his rod into her hole, with his hands resting on her shoulders.
He moved his erection very slowly into the moistened slit. Faster and faster he moved his rod in and out of the hot box.
She lubricated profusely, and gripped his cock with her pussy lips. It was a tight fit. It was hot, and sensuous.
As the devil worked his long horse cock into her cunt, she collapsed to the sand. The heat in their groins was intense. And his weight was tremendous. He fell on her, driving her into the sand. He began to pump his rod furiously in and out of her succulent slash.
She moaned profusely as the organ worked in and out of her. :
"Oh, Master," she groaned, "it's so good. I can't bear it. You're going to make me come again."
"Good, my darling," he moaned. "Enjoy to your heart's content"
"Oh, my," she moaned. 'I'm going to come Oh, Master, this is so good."
And as the devil drove his rod powerfully in and out of the tight box, he could feel the load of jism swirling in his scarlet nuts. Soon, he would be ready to come again. And again, and again, and again.
"I come," Tara screamed. "Oh, God, it's so good."
"Please don't say that," he said.
"You mean-God?" . "Yes," he hissed. "I can't bear the sound of that word."
"Okay," she moaned, as she collapsed into the sand, and worked her groin against the powerful organ. It continued to slam in and out of her box. The temperature was rising rapidly.
As the hot sun beat down on their copulating bodies, Tara broke into a hot sweat. The sand clung to her flesh as Sadhuvhana drove his rod repeatedly in and out of her cunt.
And the lovely blonde woman continued to come. She came over and over again-as if there was no end to the pleasure she could feel at the hands of Lucifer.
And Sadhuvhana was Lucifer. He was every demon, and devil that had ever lived. His true name was Legion-for he was many.
And then this creature of evil, slamming his red horse cock in and out of the tight pussy, prepared for his orgasm. He pressed his entire organ powerfully into the hole, and then he spat icy jism into her hot cunt.
Steam rose from her hot pussy as the icy semen filled her opening.
"Oh, Master," she moaned. "It's splendid. So wonderful. You cool my heat with your demon seed." :
As Sadhuvhana pulled his throbbing erection from the slit, he looked down at the stunning blonde girl.
"I love you today," he said, "as I have loved you through time. Since the very beginning."
"I wish I could remember all of that," she said.
"You will, with time," he said. "It will all come back."
"And when can I see Babylon?"
"But we are in Babylon now," he said. "Just over that dune, lies our empire."
"Let's go," she said. "I want to see it."
"We're almost ready to go. Just one more thing."
"Yes, Master?"
"Your ass, my love," he said. "I must sodomize you to complete the initiation-to consummate the hermetic marriage."
"I'll never be able to take that cock of yours up my ass, Master," she protested.
"But you must," he smiled. "It won't be nearly as difficult as you might imagine. My cock is slippery like a snake. It is not like an inefficient human tool."
"But it's so big, I'll be split wide open," she protested.
"Don't be a baby," he laughed. "Honestly, you make such a production every step of the way. When will you begin to trust me?"
"I'm sorry " she sighed. "I know I should follow your dictums. You haven't been wrong yet."
"Nor will I ever be wrong, my beauty," he smiled. "Now, show me your ass."
The lovely blonde journalist, and neophyte devil worshipper, pressed her chest flat against the hot sand, and raised her ass high.
Sadhuvhana used his powerful fingers to spread her ass cheeks apart. He looked down at the pink opening, and admired the anus. His cock immediately was filled with erect passion.
The horse cock stood nearly a foot long, and about four inches in diameter.
As he brought the head of the giant cock up against her anus, she moaned with discomfort, and tried to pull away. But her instinctive feelings of fear did not solve her problem.
She was going to take the devil's giant cock up her asshole, and there was no escape from this reality.
She groaned as the giant tool spread her wide open, and sank slowly into her hot, tight bowel.
It hurt. And her head was spinning. She saw stars, and darkness, and only after the devil forced his tool completely into the depths of her behind, did she relax, and begin to enjoy the sensation.
"Master," she groaned. "I like it."
"Of course, you like it," he groaned, as he began to pump his tool powerfully in and out of the tight hole. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, I'm ready."
And Saduvhana forced his tool all the way inside her tight rectum. He spasmed, and then his cock spat icy jism into her ass. The secret ceremony was complete.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Now you are completely mine," Sadhuvhana said. "You are my consort, in deed, as in thought. I possess your soul."
"That sounds so heavy, Sadhuvhana," she said. "Why do you have to make everything so frightening?"
"But you are wrong, my lovely," he said, stroking her golden hair. "It is not I who frighten you. It is the truth of what you are and what you have always been. What you will always be."
"And what is that?"
"A witch."
"I was thinking that," she said, a look of fear filling her face, "How did you know that?"
"Sadhuvhana knows everything. Everything about you. But you are not a simple witch. You are the scarlet wench. You are the demon of the seven veils. And there are mighty forces which will shield you from now until forever."
"I get chills when you tell me these things," she said. "Can't be just skip the scary parts?"
"You really get : me," the devil laughed. "There is a purity about you which is heartening. You are no like any of the women who inhabit my kingdoms. You are a treat for me."
"I'm glad to hear that," she said. "You must understand, Master, that this is quite a change. You say that I've been through all of this before. But I just can't remember. It's all so fantastic."
"Don't you worry," the being said. "It will' all come back to you with time. It is like a dream, which must slowly unfold-night after night-until it is complete."
"I would like to know some things about you, Sadhuvhana," she said. "I want to be your friend. I mean, who ever would believe that I was truly with you With you here in this golden desert I still can't get used to the fact that you are half-man, and half-beast."
"It has it's advantages," Sadhuvhana said. "I can ran through time and space with the swiftness of a horse. And I have the advantages of the countenance of a man."
"And why have I never heard your name before T she asked. "When ever I heard the devil's name, it was always Lucifer, or Satan." x "That's because we are legion, and we are many. All is one, and one is all."
"That sounds like a riddle," she wrinkled her nose in consternation.
"You see," he put, his arm over' her shoulder, and they began to walk towards the top of the dune, "we are all one. I am Sadhuvhana, the demon of the Hindus. But I am also Warunga-the first demon, the primitive one. I am Bael, and I am Smaran of ancient Babylon. I am legion, for I am all of these, and more."
"I am beginning to understand," she said, as she walked by his side, up the side of the steep dune. "And tell me about where you come from?"
"In the beginning," he said, "I was an angel. I was a prince of the angels. I was called the son of light. Because I was able to see most clearly. More clearly than anyone. But I made the mistake of pronouncing my strength before Jehovah. He is a jealous God. It was a grave error in my judgment. For he expelled me from my lofty place, and threw me to earth. And earth became my dwelling place. And it is here that I rule. With me, Jehovah expelled my angelic followers, who numbered thirteen. They were my first coven. r "Was I one of them?" she asked, hopefully.
"No," he laughed. "You were born of flesh. But your first homeland was here, in Babylon. It is here that we first met. You stood at my side, atop the tower of Babel. And when Jehovah came down to see what his people had wrought-and saw my face, he destroyed the tower, and scattered us throughout the planet. I have always been searching for you. I have found you in many different places-leading many different lives."
"Tell me about that," she begged, with growing interest. She was like a school girl, in love with her professor.
"Let's see," he paused to recollect, "we were together in India, and in Egypt, and Mexico, and Peru. We have been in many places."
"I see," she said.
"You will see much more," Sadhuvhana said. "Soon we will be in the city of Babylon itself."
"Oh, great," she enthused. "I love ruins, and. ancient things."
"You don't seem to understand," the devil said, 'This is now."
"What do you mean, now?"
"We are in Babylon. It is not a ruin, ft is here and now."
But she was still confused. Until they reached the crest of the dune. And then she saw.
Below here was a vast, ancient city. It was alive. It was no ruin. The buildings glistened, as if they were made of gold, silver, and precious gems. The streets were filled with men and women. And all of them were naked, as was Tara.
The lovely blonde woman was startled by the sight. "Can this be real? I surely must be imagining all of this. It is a hallucination. Of that I am sure."
"No, it is not a hallucination," the devil laughed. "Descend with me into Babylon, and enjoy what is very much real."
The girl walked by the creatures side, and as they entered the elegant city's gates, she was startled by the reality of it all. The buildings were real. And so were the people.
It was a city of sin. And the people seemed to pursue nothing else but pleasure. Pleasure in all of its forms. There were men and women copulating on pillows on the street. Men were sodomizing women as the latter bent over the well to fill their pitchers with water.
As Sadhuvhana and the girl walked through the city streets, Tara could bear people talking of them.
"Sadhuvhana is back," some one said. "Who is the girl with him?"
"She must be a new consort," another voice said. "The covens will meet to tonight to welcome her."
Tara felt special. The way people looked at her as she strolled past, filled her with a sense of high importance. She loved the feeling. It gave her goose flesh.
Where people weren't fucking, and sucking, Tara saw men and women gorging themselves with rich foods, and drinking wine. It was the middle of the day, and yet there didn't appear to be any work going on. It seemed to be a city of sin, and debauchery, and little else.
"How can Babylon function," Tara asked, "if everyone seems so intent on just enjoying themselves?"
"Because I provide," he said. "I provide sustenance from the depths of hell. That is where my power lies."
"It's all so confusing to me," she said.
"With time," he said, "it will all come back into focus."
"Welcome back, Sadhuvhana," a voice called out to the passing couple, from the tower of a building along the street. Tara looked up, and saw a beautiful dark woman. She was sitting on the ledge of a building, frigging herself, as she watched the evil procession below.
"Who is that?" Tara asked.
"That's Betrina," he replied. "She wants nothing else than to be fucked by me. It was a mistake for me to get involved with her. She has renounced all other men but me. Now, I tell you, can you imagine what a bore that is?"
"I don't know," she paused to reflect, "it's sort of nice."
"I like a bit of a challenge," the devil said. "I can't tell you, after thousands and thousands of years of getting my way with any female I choose, it's nice for a change to have to deal with a little resistance."
"Is that why you like me?" Tara asked.
"It's not the only reason," the devil replied. "But, I'm sure it has something to do with it"
"What an exciting thought," she said. "I've been wooed by the devil himself."
"Wooed, and won. Don't forget that," he smiled.
"Where are we going now?" she asked. 'To our palace," he replied. "It's just down the road. We'll be there in a moment"'"
As they walked along, Tara turned her head from side to-side. : She felt completely comfortable in her nakedness, as she watched the beautiful men and women playing with each other, .and only looking up from the cocks, and cunts they were sucking, to take note of lovely Tara, and the true ruler of Babylon.
"Well, this is the place," Sadhuvhana said. "What do you think?"
Tara looked up at the beautiful palace. The edifice seemed to wind around on itself, as though it were a giant spiral. It seemed to reach nearly to the sky.
"It's amazing," she gushed. "A real palace."
"Come in, I think you'll even like the entire more," the devil said, as he raised his hoof to the first marble step. She foiled the being into the courtyard. It was indeed a palace-fit for a king. But the king of what? That's what Tara was beginning to' wonder. She was only now beginning to realize the severity of the covenant she had made with the devil.
Inside the courtyard, the walls and buildings were covered with gold leaf. And numerous statues and designs, adorned everything. There were golden images and symbols everywhere. Monkeys, snakes, naked women, breasts, phalluses. She felt as if she were standing at the very gates of hell itself.
And then passing through two huge golden doors, they were in the midst of the main hall. Everywhere servants rushed about, preparing things, as if for a grand feast.
"What's going on here?" Tara asked.
"There are preparations being made for a special ceremony tonight, at midnight"
"What sort of ceremony?" she asked.
"It's a welcoming party. And you are the guest of honor," Sadhuvhana replied.
"I'm so excited," she sighed. "But I don't have a thing to wear.""
"We don't wear clothes in Babylon," he laughed.
"That's right," she said. "I forgot."
"Such beautiful women," he said. "It's a delight for me to have women such as these around me."
Tara looked about the palace. There were no male servants to be seen. There were no men anywhere.
"Why don't you have any male servants?" she asked.
"Men are so competitive," he sighed. "It's such a bore. I can never be relaxed around them. T am constantly aware of their plotting, and their jealousy."
"You must be very lonely," she said.
"No, not at all," Sadhuvhana laughed. "I have my women. And they are more than enough for me. I take delight on them."
"I can tell they feel the same way about you," Tara smiled.
"Are you jealous?" he asked.
"No, I understand," she said. "Truly I do."
"Do you fancy any of these ladies for yourself?" he asked.
"Gee, I don't know," Tara said. "I hadn't really thought about it."
"It pleases me to watch my women play with each other," Sadhuvhana smiled.
"Well, I'll let you know," she said. "Maybe there will be someone who pleases me. That would really be nice."!
"Yes, I would like that. Now, come up to our chambers. We will have something to eat."
"I'm not at all hungry, Sahuvhana," she said. "Really, I am not."
"In Babylon," he said, "we don't eat because we are hungry. We eat because it is a pleasure."
"I see."
As they entered their private chambers-the devil's bedroom-Tara gasped with disbelief. All around her were velvet curtains, and satin and silk pillows.
Everything was so rich. On the multi-colored velvet curtains, which hung some thirty feet from ceiling in floor-were emblazoned numerous evil symbols. And there were numerous paintings on the wall portraits of Sadhuvhana, in various bodies and places. "
There were statues of copulating humans and animals. Tara felt a wave of hot excitement engulf her as she drank in the pleasurable sights.
Sadhuvhana reclined on a pillow, and clapped his hands together three times.
A squad of beautiful naked women, their arms laden with bowls of fresh fruit, and Ditchers of wine, along with baskets of nuts, and fancy sweets, walked into the room.
Tara's gaze fell on a remarkably beautiful redhead. She watched the grace with which the beautiful creature moved. Her small breasts seemed firm. And the pink nipples which capped the delightful tits begged to be kissed, caressed, and sucked.
As the beautiful woman walked along, holding a huge pitcher atop her head, Tara studied the slim lines of the woman's body. The manner in which the red hair hung down nearly to the woman's ass. And her firm ass globes rose in a gentle curve, and this joined with the strong thighs.
The patch of reddish pubic hair delighted Tara. She felt a compulsion to touch those hairs and to run her fingers through them. ;
The slaves placed the numerous bowls of fruit, nuts, sweets, and wine, at the feet of Sadhuvhana, and Tara. As the slaves rose to depart, the Master clapped his hands together three times. The women froze.
"Belina," he said, "you will wait behind."
The redhead stood transfixed, with her back turned to Sadhuvhana and Tara, while the other girls departed.
"You may be at ease, Belinda," Sadhuvhana said. 'Tara likes you. Please her."
"How did you know that?" Tara looked at her Master, with disbelief.
"There is very little I. don't know," he smiled. "Enjoy Belinda. She is your toy."
"Hello, Belinda," the lovely blonde smiled. "I'm Taral I hope we can be friends. I find you very beautiful."
"And I think you are the most beautiful girl I have seen in a very long time," Tara paid homage to the redhead's remarkably perfect beauty.
"Thank you," Belinda lowered her head, in respect. Lifting a cluster of ripened grapes, she held them out to Tara.
The blonde thanked the redhead, and taking the grapes, began to eat them. "They're delicious," she said. "So good to eat."
"I thought you would like our food," Sadhuvhana said. "Everything is perfect in Babylon."
"I'm starting to realize that," Tara said, as she took a silver goblet filled with blood-red wine from Belinda's beautiful hand, and" brought it to her lips. She sipped the wine, and enjoyed the taste immensely.
The devil was neither eating, nor drinking. He simply lay content on the pillows, and watched the two women.
After Tara had finished several goblets of the strong, witch wine, she also reclined. Her head was spinning, and her body felt warm with the promise of hot sex.
She continued to stare at the lovely redhead. Her pussy grew warm with interest.
"May I suck on your pussy?" Belinda asked Tata.
"I think you've been reading my mind again," the blonde said. "I would love you to suck on my pussy. And then I would very much enjoy taking pleasure in your own."
"Your wish is my command-as are your very thoughts," the beautiful redhead said, as she lowered herself between Tara's long legs. Belinda ran her fingers gently along the soft, warm flesh. She brought her finger tips up against the red bush, and probed the hot, succulent slit.
Tara groaned with pleasure as Belinda's warm, wet mouth came down against her mound of golden pubes. She shut her eyes tightly, and took complete delight in the sensation. The lovely woman's tongue pressed against the mound of pleasure, and then crept slowly down the corridor of sensitive pink inner flesh, covering the clitoris, urethra, and vaginal opening with hot saliva.
The sinful spit mingled with Tara's hot lubricating juices. As Belinda sucked powerfully at the cunt, her fingers slowly pressed into the opening, playing with the sensitive inner cunt walls. She brought her finger down to the blonde's anus, and probed the recently stretched opening, while her free hand moved to Tara's breasts. She caressed the sensitive tit flesh, while she sucked.
Sadhuvhana looked on, with detached curiosity.
"Oh, Belinda," Tara moaned. "It's so nice. I love it. Don't ever stop. I'm going to come, you beautiful creature. Oh, yes I am."
And as the lovely redhead continued to suck at Tara's pussy, the blonde could feel the pending arrival of orgasm. The rhythm of sexual catharsis beat heavily in her groin.
Her body became hot with passion. Her skin tingled with the knowledge that very soon, her body would become a conduit for powerful pleasure. That she would shake and throb with total release.
"Oh, God," she howled.
And Sadhuvhana hissed.
"I mean, Oh, Lucifer," she moaned, "I'm going to come."
And as the lovely redhead sucked powerfully at the clit flesh, the blonde woman spasmed, arching her back high into the air, and as she slowly lowered her body to the bed, she howled with hot, sexual pleasure. Her entire being was engulfed with pleasure. She pounded her groin against Belinda's mouth, feeling the repeated power of the passion engulfing her.
While Sadhuvhana observed the sexual delight, his pink horse cock began to slide from its sheath. He was becoming excited, as he witnessed the lesbian lust. :
After repeated orgasms, the drained Tara pushed Belinda's lovely face away from her slash, and began breathing deeply, trying to recover her wits. All her strength seemed to have been bled from her. She was totally exhausted.
"Oh, my dear, lovely friend," she said. "That was so wonderful. May I honor your pussy so?"
"Your wish is my command," Belinda said, as she rolled over on the pillow, and spread her glorious thighs.
Tara moved between the woman's beautiful legs, lowering her mouth to the mound of red pubic fur. She caressed the cunt with her finger tips, and spread the pink labial lips apart, staring with hunger at the swollen clitoris. She ran her tongue over the swollen orgasmic button, and took it into her mouth. As she sucked it, the lovely redhead began to moan. She wrapped her legs around Tara's back and pulled her mouth to her own pussy.
The effect was immediate. Belina howled with delight, digging her finger nails into the blonde's back, and scratching like a cat as her sexual temperature soared.
"Your magical tongue makes me hot," Belinda groaned, as she felt her orgasm race to meet her.
The orgasm swept rapidly through Belinda's golden body. She screamed, and clawed, and writhed about, in the powerful grip of her satanic release.
Sadhuvhana's erection was complete as he witnessed the feast of flesh.
While Tara continued to suck at Belinda's cunt, she raised her eyes to the devil. She saw his warm, perverse smile. She saw his huge reddened cock lying on the pillow. It excited her. It gave her ideas.
After the blonde beauty raised her mouth from Belinda's cunt, she rolled over on the pillow, resting on her side. She licked her lips.
"Thank you, mistress," Belinda said, as she panted, trying to regain her composure.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Sadhuvhana asked.
"Yes, it was a delight," Tara Tan her hand through Belinda's red locks.
"Is there anything you would like me to do?" the devil asked, stroking his long, pink cock. "I find myself excited."
"I would like to watch you sodomize Belinda," Tara said. "You don't mind, do you, honey?"
"No, I enjoy it," the beautiful redhead smiled, her white teeth flashing like knife blades.
"It's just that I would like to see what it looks like," Tara explained. "I have been the recipient of that mighty cock in my ass, and I would like to see how it is possible for such a monstrous organ to fit inside such a little hole."
"I understand," Belinda said, as she rolled over on her belly, and spread her legs widely.
While Sadhuvhana was moving across the sea of pillows, towards the lovely redhead's ass, Tara moved to Belinda's side, and spread the globe apart. She looked intently at the pink hole. She pressed her finger tip against the opening, and sank her digit inside.
"It's times like this," Tara said, "that I wished I had a cock."
"If you really wish it," the devil said, "I can give you one. It is as simple as a snap of the fingers-and a chant."
"I really don't think I could handle that," she smiled, drawing her finger from Belinda's tight asshole, and moving aside.
As the smiling devil drew up behind Belinda's lovely rear, he pressed his arm beneath her belly, and lifted her slightly in the air. She moaned with passion, and delight for it was a special honor to be fucked by the devil-and Sadhuvhana situated himself behind her, ready to plunge his mighty organ into her ass.
Tara drew close, to watch closely.
Belinda moaned with passion, and gripped the pillows desperately with her hands, as the devil's huge phallus pressed into her anus.
Slowly, the tight, pink hole, opened "up to take him inside. Tara couldn't believe the sight. It looked like a sea urchin opening up to swallow a morsel of food.
After the devil plunged his rod into the depths of the lovely Belinda's rectum, he began pumping. At first slowly, but then furiously. Tara watched the expression on his face. It seemed one of absolute delight. His emerald green eyes twinkled with intensity, as they contrasted sharply with his blood-red eye balls. His scarlet balls seemed to contract, as they prepared to unleash a torrent of icy jism into her behind.
Faster and faster he pumped. And then, with a roar from deep in the being's throat, he ejaculated his load into Tara's asshole.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The feast that night was even more spectacular than Tara had anticipated.
As the midnight hour struck, she walked, arm-in-arm with the devil, from the Master's chambers, to the vast hall below. The hall was filled with naked people. There were fires blazing inside giant fireplaces set into the walls around the banquet hall.
"All the high priests, and crowned priests of the many covens are here this night," Sadhuvhana said. "They are here to pay tribute to you."
"To me?" she asked, in disbelief. :
"Yes, Tara," the devil said. "You are the devil's woman. Satan's bride. And they are all here to look upon you, and to offer their congratulations."
She could see golden charms hanging around the necks of many of the people in attendance. Some wore peaked crowns on their heads. Sitting in a balcony over looking the vast banquet hall, there was a creature similar to Sadhuvhana. He was playing a flute, and around his homed head there hung a garland.
"Who is that?" she asked.
"That is me," he smiled.
"But how can that be you?" she inquired. "You are here, with me."
"I can be in many places at once," he smiled. "Watch this."
He pointed down to the floor of the banquet hall, and there he was-in the form of a boy, but with a long tail, and huge horns on his head, and he was whirling, and dancing to the music of the flute.
"And over there," the devil pointed, and there was a hermaphrodite in a golden throne, being carried across the floor on the shoulders of six beautiful, black amazon women.
"And over there," he pointed, and Sadhuvhana, minus the animal hindquarters, flew through the air. From his ankles sprouted the wings of Hermes.
"You blow my mind, you know that?" she gasped in disbelief,, "I love it," he laughed. "And now, let's join the party."
Tara wandered down the spiraling black marble ,stair case with the devil at her side. Down on the fast marble floor, she chatted with numerous well wishers. She felt like royalty, the way high priests, and elect witches bowed before her.
There were numerous offers of sexual favors. Lovely, young women wished to suck her pussy, or ream her ass. She was tired from the long day of carnage, and took a miss. The men knew to leave her alone.
Food was being carried to the long banquet table. It was soon covered with every manner of delightful thing to eat. There were stuffed fowl, roasts, steaks, sausages, fruit, vegetables-more prepared food than Tara had ever seen in one place before.
The lovely blonde noticed that there were two spaces left in the-middle of the table.
"Why is there space provided on the table?' Tara asked.
"That is for the special treats," Sadhuvhana said; "Come, let us take our seats."
The devil pulled a huge purple-velvet chair away from the table, and helped Tara into it. The lovely blonde almost disappeared into the comfortable chair.
He took a chair-even more regal-beside her.
"I don't know what to start with," she said. "Everything looks so good."
"I suggest you wait for the treat," Sadhuvhana said. "It will be well worth it."
And then she saw a beautiful black woman enter the hall, carrying a silver .platter high in the air.
Atop the platter was a roast piglet-complete with an apple in the mouth, and crab apples in place of eyes.
"I've never had a roast piglet before," she gasped, with delight. "What a great party."
"I think you'll find the piglet to be very sweet to the taste," he said. "But don't stuff yourself. I am told that something even sweeter to the taste is on the way from my kitchen."
With that, the devil reached out across the table, and used his fingers to tear a hunk of pig flesh from the side of the roasted animal. He handed the pink, sweet flesh to his lady love, his fingers dripping with fat from the crackled skin.
Tara took the meat from his hand and bit into it.
"It is terribly good," she enthused. "It practically melts in my mouth."
"Here, wash it down with this," Sadhuvhana said, as he handed the lovely woman a golden goblet, filled with red wine."
She poured the red juice into her mouth, allowing some of it to run from her mouth, spilling onto her breasts and pussy.
"What strange tasting wine," she said. "There is no flavor of alcohol. And it is so thick."
"It is fresh lamb's blood," he said. "It is good for you."
"Oh, God," she nearly retched, and sat the goblet down on the table.
"I told you not to say that word," Sadhuvhana hissed, running his long, snake tongue out across the table.
"I'm sorry," Tara apologized profusely. "But that was a mean trick to make me drink that blood. That's disgusting."
"You have much to learn, my dear Tara," the devil said. "It is part of our custom, and our ritual, to drink the blood of the lamb. This is how we prove our domination over all that is pure.""
"I don't see why I have to get involved in that," she said. "Really, I don't know if I can deal with all of this. This evil stuff."
"In time, my dear," he smiled, lifting the goblet of blood and quaffing it in one gulp. "Yon will learn. Oh, look. Here comes the treat I spoke to you of."
The same black woman slave entered the vast hall. She was holding a golden platter high above her head. But Tara couldn't make out what was laden on the platter.
All eyes followed the platter, as it was carried aloft. The room grew silent. Men and women, their mouths filled with flesh, and other morsels, paused while they chewed, as they watched the golden platter move through the throng.
Tara gasped as the golden platter was set down before her. On the platter was a roast infant.
A human baby.
The child was cooked to a golden brown, its skin crackled from the fire. In its mouth sat a baked apple. The eyes were filled with glazed cherries.
All eyes watched the baked infant, as if it were part of some elaborate, "In the name of all that is evil, and blasphemous," Sadhuvhana said, "I eat of the flesh of the human baby. For it is the body of all that is good. And I loath what it represents. I eat it, and I shit it out'"
"Hail Sadhuvhana, prince of darkness," all voices chorused.
Tara sat back in her velvet throne, and trembled with disgust, and fear.
Sadhuvhana reached out, and grasped the baked infant by the arm. With a powerful twist, the devil tore the arm away from the human body, and bit deeply into the sweet, pink flesh. As he chewed the human flesh, he held the arm aloft. Eat, drink, and be merry. For tomorrow, this may be you."
There was a buzz of voices, and the devil worshippers all grabbed at the human carcass, ripping pieces of flesh away. Tara watched in dismay, as fragments of what was once a human child disappeared into the gullets of the evil eaters.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Tara said, holding her hand to her mouth, and getting out of her chair. She ran across the banquet room to a fountain, near the base of the stairs, and retched her guts out.
She watched, bleary eyed, as the regurgitated contents of her stomach, mingled with bile, and saliva, swirled in the pool of water. She continued to puke, as Sadhuvhana came up behind her.
"What's wrong, my darling?" he asked.
"I'm disgusted," she said. "I can't live here, Master."
"What do you mean by that?"
"It's too evil," she protested. "This is not like me. T know what you said about me living with you like this in past lives. But I can't remember."
"Don't worry, my darling," he said. "I will shield you from all of this. You won't have to see it. I won't make you drink lamb's blood, or eat the flesh of humans."
"It doesn't matter whether or not I am doing it," she said. "Just to know that it is going on around me is more than I can deal with.":
"I understand," he said, putting his arm around her. "If it was any one but you, I would put you in irons, and torment yon until you submitted. But I love you, Tara."
"You mean you'll let me go?"
"Yes, if that's what you truly want," he said. "I can't let go of you completely, though. You know that, don't you?"
"Because we are joined?"
"Yes," he smiled. "You are ray consort. Even if you are not here with me, I want to know that I can bring you to me. Or come and visit you from time to time."
"I wouldn't deny you this," she said. "I care about you. I admit that I am very frightened. But the thought of immortality. And power. I don't want to let go of these things. But I think I would be much happier back with my own people."
"We are your people," Sadhuvhana said. "Don't you understand that?"
"You are part of me," Tara said. "I realize now that part of me is indeed evil. But there is the other part of me. And that part is good."
"Have you forgotten already about the blending of good and evil?" he asked her. "It is all one and the same. I wish you would be able to see that."
"I guess I just can't quite accept it all yet," she said. "You understand, don't you?"
"Yes," Sadhuvhana said. "I only hope that with time, you will be able to accept what you truly are. It is your birthright, Tara, consort of the devil."
"Perhaps it will come, with time," she said. "And you still wish to leave us-to return to your world?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Very well," he smiled. "I do understand. We went through this number once before. But it was in Russia, during the revolution."
"I don't remember."
"I won't hold that against you," he said. "No one s memory is as good as mine."
"Maybe things will work out all right for us with time," the devil smiled. "I would like to think that."
"How can I get back?" she was growing anxious.
"Come with me up to my private chambers," he said. "You understand, I hope, that you must never tell a soul about any of these experiences. For, if you do, you must forfeit all the powers-including your immortality,"
"Then I will never utter a word, Master," she said.
As they climbed the black marble stairs, a lovely spotted leopard descended the stairs, sniffing at the air.
"Good day to you, Wand," the devil said to his pet leopard.
The beautiful spotted animal roared its greeting, and brushed along Sadhuvhana's leg, as it moved down the stairs towards the banquet.
"A great animal, and a dear friend," the devil said.
"She is beautiful,' Tara agreed.
"Are you sure you won't reconsider, and stay on with us?" he spoke with tears in his eyes.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I wish I could. But it just doesn't feel right"
She followed the devil into the chambers. She sat on a silken pillow, while Sadhuvhana went to a golden cabinet, and opening it, he withdrew crystal ball, which sat on a golden stand.
"This is for you," the devil said, as he handed the glass ball to her. "When ever you want me-if only to chat, rub the ball and look deeply into it. I will appear."
"How convenient," she smiled.
"Well, I guess this is goodbye, for now," the devil said.
"Kiss me before I go," she said, pressing her lips to his.
And she felt the long, forked serpent's tongue slide into her mouth. It seemed to go on forever. And she could feel it sliding down her throat, into the pit of her belly.
She felt as though she were on fire.
As he pulled his tongue from her gullet, he smiled at her. "Twirl three times, counter-clockwise, and repeat these words: from the beginning to the end, all is one, and one is all. The devil is my one and only Master!"
Holding the crystal ball close to her breast, the lovely blonde turned three times to her left, and repeated the jingle: "from the beginning to the end, all is one, and one is all. The devil is my one and only Master."
Suddenly, everything seemed to spin about her. She was in the midst of a cloud-a hazy fog. The fog of time and space.
And then, she found herself alone in her apartment. She was still clutching the crystal ball.
She didn't know what to believe. She didn't know what was real, and what was fantasy.
The telephone rang. The sound of the phone ringing seemed to wake her from a deep slumber.
Still holding the glass ball to her naked tit, she went to the phone.
"Hello," she said into the instrument.
"Thank God you're all right," she heard Ned Harrington's voice on the phone. "Where in the hell have you been. Have you seen the papers?"
"No, Ned," she said. "I was indisposed."
"Well, I don't know what you were doing, but you are in the headlines. Every newspaper, radio and television station in the nation has been clamoring about the missing woman journalist. 'Where is Tara?' has been the running headline for three days now, I don't know if you did this on purpose, but you know, you're worth a lot of money now as a reporter.":
"That's nice, Ned," Tara said. "I suppose who ever wants me to work for them will have to at least double my salary."
