"Where did you go?"
"I saw the world, my dear child, and learned many of its mysteries. I slept on the streets of Bombay, and climbed the Himalayas. I learned the dark secrets of the Casbah, and the mysteries of the pyramids. In Japan, I learned how to make money. I had quite knack for it, though it's an amusing game for me, no more no less…"
"What secrets?" she asked. "What mysteries… or is that just a figure of speech?"
"Oh, no, my dear. Not at all." Then he leaned forward. There was a strange look in his eyes. "You are my only living blood relation. That is why I have invited you to live with me. You will receive my knowledge… you will have a son…" for a moment Vanessa had the strangest feeling he was going to say "my son" but he did not, "and pass this knowledge on to him." Vanessa was silent. It was as if for a moment she was living in the nightmare again. But no. That was ridiculous. The fire crackling and the smell of wood was good and real.
Then, as if he could read her mind he said, "Tell me about the dreams you had."
"How… how did you…" He laughed. "Fevers always bring strange dreams don't they?"
"Yes," she said. "They were awful. Please… Please I'd rather not…"
"What are dreams, my dear? Can you answer that question?"
"I-I don't know. Your subconscious mind… something like that." He smiled in an almost arrogant way. "Ah yes," he said, "but what is this thing you call the subconscious mind. And who is the dreamer and who is the dreamed." Vanessa smiled, "I was never very good at this sort of thing in my lessons, I'm afraid."
"How can your mind create things that never existed?"
"This is all way above me, Uncle."
"The man with the bat wings, for instance," he said suddenly, staring directly into her eyes, "well, he…" Suddenly her eyes opened wide and her hand flew to her mouth. "How do you know about that?" she cried. "How do you know?"
"I have many secrets," he said. "I will teach them to you."
He touched her knee and a sharp current of electricity ran through her body. She recoiled from him in fear. "It is only energy," he said. "Do not be afraid of it. If you are, anyone can have mastery over you."
His hand remained on her knee and she sat there frozen with fear. Those feelings, those awful feelings were starting again. Was she still asleep? Was this still a nightmare? "Do not worry," he said. "Much will be revealed to you tomorrow night. For at midnight, we hold mass for the Church of Earthly Desire."
"Dinner is ready!" Billy Butter announced, entering the room. "Come my dear. You will eat a good meal and rest well tonight. For tomorrow is a very important day."
Never in her life had Vanessa known such utter terror as at that moment… an inexplicable but powerful terror. She had to escape. She was losing her reason. Aleister had lightly touched her arm to lead her to the dining room, and now she pulled away from his grasp and made a mad dash from the living room. She started to the front door, remembered it was locked, and ran as fast as she could in the other direction down the long hallway.
Then she felt a cold hand grab her arm. She tried to struggle free, to keep running, but he held her fast. "Little chicken don't run from the fox." She turned to see Kurt, the black chauffeur with the shaven head, his white teeth grinning at her in cruel amusement. Aleister was just behind. "Make sure, Kurt," he said, "that my dear niece will be available for the ceremony tomorrow night."
CHAPTER SIX
Billy Butter had held her down while Kurt chained her to the bed. Her arms and ankles had been shackled to the bedposts. She had lain like that all night, tormented, awake, praying for sleep, but afraid it would come. She waited all night for the nightmares. There weren't any. She waited for someone to come, waited for still another assault on her flesh. But there wasn't one. She began to wish that Lily would come, just so that she could see another person. But no one came. And then it was daylight. And still she lay chained to the bed. Finally, she drifted off into an oddly dreamless sleep.
She was awakened just as the sun had begun to set. There were voices outside the room. "He wants us both to do it," said Billy protestingly. "I tell you," said the other, "that little pussy is just for me." It was Kurt's voice. "Damn you," said Billy. "Damn you, Kurt… you always have your way."
Pushing Billy aside, the tall black man entered the room. "Good day, darlin'," he said, grinning. "Well, there you is, all trussed up and ready to eat." Vanessa looked at him with stark terror in her eyes. But she could not speak.
"Why you must be terribly uncomfortable with all those clothes on," he said. "Leave me alone," she whispered. "Please."
"A woman shouldn't be left alone, you know. It's against our teachings."
"Dear God," she said, "Please… no…"
"God don't live in this house, honey. This is the house of Aleister. And the God of repression don't live here. You dig?" It was the most awful feeling that Vanessa had ever experienced. With her hands and feet tightly bound, lying there spread-eagled and helpless, she felt a terror more profound than anything she had ever known. She looked desperately around the room as if to find help, and saw Billy Butter standing in the corner, a greedy lust in his eyes, resentment for Kurt in his soft face.
"Take her clothes off," whispered Billy, as if afraid to incur Kurt's wrath again. "That's not a bad idea, Billy," said Kurt. "Why, I feel generous today. I think I'll let you do it."
"Really," said Billy. "Thank you, Kurt. Thank you."
His hands were soft and sweaty and trembling as Billy undid the button of her soft white blouse. It fell open to reveal her tits concealed behind the white lace of her bra. Billy looked helplessly at Kurt just then. "How can I get it off," he asked, "with her all tied up like that?"
"Allow me," said Kurt. He produced a small glistening knife that had been concealed in his boot.
Vanessa screamed as she saw him approach her with the knife. "Don't worry, hon. I won't make a mark on that beautiful white skin of yours." Then, with his sharp knife, he split the bra right down the middle so that it just fell away, revealing the full mounds of her melon-like tits. To her humiliation, her fear had made her nipples hard and erect. It was the most agonizing feeling she had ever known – to be totally bound, unable to move and helpless, lying exposed before these two men. "Now for the skirt," grinned Kurt. He made a neat slash right down the middle, so that her skirt fell away limply, revealing her garter belt, stockings, and a pair of lacy white panties.
More roughly now, he pulled down the panties, then slashed them off, so that she lay, completely exposed on top, with nothing but a garter belt and stockings, and the dark bare expanse of her pubic mound. And worse – her legs were widely splayed so that her entire pussy was exposed to view. She shut her eyes tight. Then she heard the sinister hiss of a zipper and a moment later Kurt's voice.
"Open those eyes, sister, and take a look at my big black cock… open them I said." She felt the steel knifepoint touch her neck. Her eyes flew open. "My God!" she gasped when she saw it.
Kurt stood naked before her, and she stared in horror at the immense shaft of black male cock that stood straight out from his smooth black loins. It was at least a foot long, and as thick as the cock of a horse. The head was a purplish black and looked like a giant mushroom. All along the underside, the thick webbing of veins was pulsating with a powerful rhythm. Vanessa feared her heart would stop.
"We worship the God Phallus here," Kurt said, in his deeply resonant voice. "The woman was made to shelter the God, to love him, to hug him with her temple, to milk him of the nectar of life… in short, baby doll, I'm gonna put my big fat dick as far up into your cunt as I can. Amen!"