And then it burst, like a great gushing geyser, his boiling sperm shot forth thick hot streams of creamy white cum-juice deep into her greedily sucking throat. Her cheeks contracted as she swallowed crazily to keep from choking on the great, continuous jets spewing endlessly from the manservant's cock. She swallowed it voraciously, locking her luscious lips tightly around the hotly cumming cock. She sucked wildly to drink up every last drop of his scalding hot juices. And then, his deflated cock slipped from between her lips, leaving a trail of hot white semen to drip down her chin. He saw her little pink tongue snake out of her mouth to lick the last drops of that precious fluid.
With her mouth free again, she began to scream – such a different scream from before. Now they were wild animal cries of ecstasy that escaped her lips. "Aiiiiieeeeee… ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried, sounding more like a beast than a woman. And Kurt became even more impassioned at the sound of her keening voice, even more driven to demonic fury as he fucked mercilessly into her, almost ready to spew his cum in hard, cunt blasting spurts.
The young captive was flaming with passion now, driving headlong into an even more frantic frenzy of lust. On and on it went, the rising crescendo of lust more exquisitely exciting as Billy's fingers continued to play freely over her tits. Her cunt was gloriously impaled and her mind seemed to explode in a dazzling array of lights. Nothing in the world mattered, not even her own guilt and humiliation, not even the chains which still cut into her wrists. Nothing mattered except that huge black cock fucking mercilessly into her steamy depths.
"Oh God!" she suddenly shrieked. "I'm cummminggggggg!" Her voice was choked as her slippery cuntal walls contracted hungrily around the lust-propelled cock that fucked hard between her wide-splayed thighs.
And then the black man exploded inside her. She heard his beast-like cry and her naked body was bucking insanely as she felt the hotly boiling river of Kurt's cum spurting deep into her hungrily milking pussy. And then her own orgasm began to explode in wildly convulsive spasms. Unfathomable sensations of pure rapture flooded every throbbing inch of Kurt's hotly jerking cock as it spewed out its hot creamy load deep up into the depths of her feverishly sucking cunt. It was like an earthquake exploding in her cunt as wave after wave of orgasmic release spread through her body.
And when it was quiet Vanessa grew painfully aware of her wrist and ankles, sore and blue from the steel chains that shackled her to the bed. She felt sick and confused, helpless and humiliated. "Untie me, please," she begged. Kurt was slipping back into his pants.
"'Fraid we ain't authorized to untie, honey. We only have a license to tie." He bent down and wetly kissed her belly. "Tell you what, sweetheart. I'll send Mr. Big up here, your old uncle, and you talk to him."
"Well," said Billy Butter in his hauntingly soft voice, "he has to release her for the ceremony tonight."
"What ceremony?" she asked. "Your initiation… into the Church of Earthly Desire," Kurt replied. "Are we going to make a holograph of it?" Billy asked. Kurt smiled. "We sure are," he said. "Holograph?" said Vanessa. "What's that?" Kurt smiled. "Kind of like a movie – only it's got three dimensions and looks like real life. They do it with laser beams." Then his eyes narrowed and he looked at her intently. "Haven't you ever seen one before?"
"No-no, I don't think so?"
"Sometimes," Kurt grinned, "they can be mistaken for dreams."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tied to the bed in the darkened room, her wrists and ankles raw and sore with pain from the chains which bound her to the bedposts, Vanessa Ridgeway prayed she would lose consciousness. But she did not. Wide awake, she waited for the ceremony to begin.
She heard footsteps in the hallway. It didn't matter. Nothing would get better. She would never again be free. Who knew what evil lay next in store for her. The door opened. The lights were turned on. "Good evening, dear niece," said Aleister. He was wearing his black silk jacket. "That certainly doesn't look very comfortable."
She shot him a glance filled with silent rage. "Our guests will be here any moment. Perhaps you should meet them." She did not answer. "Ahhhh," said Aleister, "silence is a quality I've always admired in a woman." He had an amused twinkle in his eye that further enraged her.
"Ahhh, well, you don't look too happy, my dear. Perhaps if I untied you, you might be more agreeable." He undid the chains that bound her and she collapsed back on the bed. She felt so weak, like she had no strength left in her slender body. She rubbed her wrists. "Allow me, my dear," said Aleister, who proceeded to gently massage her ankles.
"You look quite exhausted," he said. "And that will not do at all for the ceremony. But I have…"
She interrupted him. "Please," she said, "please… let me go. Why are you doing this to me… why are you torturing me this way?"
"Torture," said Aleister. "My dear girl, I am certain you have experienced more ecstasy since your arrival in my home than most people ever know in their lives."
She began to weep. "Please," she whispered, for she had so little strength. "I can't take any more of this. Let me go, I beg you."
"I have some medicine for you," he said. "It will make you feel better." He removed a small vial from the pocket of his smoking jacket. It contained a fine white powder. "Please… don't drug me any more. Pleeeease!"
"You must learn what is good for you. This is no ordinary medicine – this is the sacrament of our church." With a small silver spoon he lifted some of the white powder to his nostril and inhaled through first one and then the other. "You see my dear, I don't give you anything I wouldn't take myself. Believe me, it will make you feel better."
"No."
"Don't make me force you. It might get unpleasant. I don't think you want any more unpleasantness, do you?" And so Vanessa sniffed the white powder into her nostrils. "Now, is that better?"
"Yes," she admitted. "A bit."
"A bit? Well then, you must have some more." And again, Vanessa inhaled the white powder. She began to feel warm and good. Aleister had his hand on her thigh. It was especially warm there. "You are a passionate woman," he said. "I am glad it is you who will be the recipient of my knowledge."
"I don't want your knowledge." There was more fight in her now that the drug had lifted her spirits. "I want to be free."
"Ahhhh, free. We all want to be free. That is what the Church of Earthly Desire is all about."
"Please, I just want to go home."
"Home. You have no home any more. Your mother is dead. You have no one." His cold voice chilled her. "I want to go back to…"
"You want to go back to innocence. But that of course is impossible. Experience cannot be erased. You know who you are now. You did not know that when you came here."
"That's ridiculous." She spat out her words now. "You drugged me and chained me to the bed, clamped me to the chair, lied to me, and created all sorts of horrible illusions to terrify me…"
"Ahhhh… this is all true. But you and only you are responsible for the feelings of desire, for the ecstasy which you experience here. This is unquestionable truth."
"No!"
"Ahhh, yes. You must face this."
"No!"
He ran his hand along her thigh. "What you feel you feel. You must understand that." Oh God! she thought. It is true. She was no better than any of them. Perhaps she really belonged there. Perhaps she would never be able to return to the normal world.
"Get dressed now Vanessa. You will find a special gown in that closet – the red velvet one. Put it on."