"Nooooooooooo! Oh Godddddd! Stopppp!" she screamed out, but it only seemed to egg Aleister on. He stroked harder and fucked deep inside of her, his battering movements opening her cunt as wide as he could. He was fucking with such force now that something very strange was happening to Vanessa. A strange and powerful excitement was growing throughout her body, but especially in her pussy. The tip of his cock was sending tiny but powerful thrills through her as it battered against her cervix, strange thrills that were at once painful and pleasurable.
And Aleister was half mad now with his own pleasure, because her young cunt felt so incredibly good wrapped tightly around his plunging cock. And he knew that soon he would explode in powerful orgasm.
Again, Vanessa shut her eyes tight in a desperate effort to erase reality – not only the reality of this rape, but the reality of the burning sensations which were growing in her womb. The harder and deeper this man fucked into her helplessly captive body, the stronger her own feelings were growing.
Though she hated to admit it to herself, the pain of his forced entry into her virginal pussy was now transformed into something that felt incredibly thrilling. And the harder he fucked into her, the more her body was overwhelmed with this strange pleasure/pain.
Aleister was fucking in and out of her like some crazed beast, obsessed now with the need to shoot his boiling load of cum deep inside her virginal belly. He could feel the hot sperm seething in his balls, tingling at the root of his cock as he fucked it to the hilt in her tight smooth pussy.
"You love it don't you," he cried out. "You love the God Phallus… worship him… worship him!" Oh God, thought Vanessa. He's totally insane. Yet so was she, insane now with this burning lust that raged inside of her, fires begging to be quenched. It was all leading somewhere, building to something, but she knew not what. And she hated him for making her feel this way.
"No," she cried. "No, I hate you… I hate you!" He could feel the sperm rising now in his cock as he battered her relentlessly. Vanessa's body was reeling with the sensations of his cock pounding her cunt, while her brain fought against the pleasure she was wantonly deriving from this obscene rape. His balls slapped heavily against her soft white ass and she felt his insanely lust-bloated cock growing to tremendous size as he battered her helplessly bound body.
Then suddenly, with an explosive force, his cock – swollen unbearably with built-up semen – exploding in orgasm. The hot white liquid shot into the captive girl like molten lava, bursting forth like an exploding cannon to flood the cavern of her now hotly churning pussy.
And suddenly, Vanessa, too, seemed to lose all control, "Aaaaaahhhhhh… Oooooohhhhh!" she moaned, almost feeling as if she were losing consciousness. She could not believe the intensity of the hot swirling sensations in her cunt as his cock jerked out its climax again and again inside her wildly excited pussy.
And then something unbelievable happened to her. Her body began to spasm and quake as a million firecrackers seemed to go off inside of her. Waves and waves of the most incredible pleasure she had ever experienced spread from the core of her pussy throughout her entire body. Her body seemed to explode forever, and she thought it might never end, feared that she might never be herself again. Then, slowly, it began to subside until she was still.
Suddenly, her body seemed to grow very cool and she was humiliatingly aware of her bound hands and ankles again. She lay pathetically shamed beneath this horrible, muscular, hairy man that had just raped her. She was a prisoner in his house now. And she knew with a chilling certainty, that other horrors lay in store for her. And she shivered in contemplation of what lay ahead.
CHAPTER FOUR
Vanessa awoke in her room. It was morning. She was disoriented, having no idea where she was. Then, in an unwanted wave of truth, she remembered everything. But how had she gotten back to bed again and what had happened to the rest of the day. It had been morning and now it was morning again. That meant she had lost a whole day somewhere. She shivered in horror at the thought and suddenly grew aware of her body. It felt tired and sore. She hugged herself and suddenly felt something on her arm smarting. She looked down and saw that there was a small bruise on her arm and a tiny puncture in her skin. Someone had given her an injection! She must have been drugged!
Oh God! She had to escape from here. She had somehow to find a way to get out. Who knows what they would do to her – what they had already done!
Then she saw something that caused a hideous shiver of horror to run through her. Her eye fell on the picture on the wall – the one that had been in her dreams the first night. Something in the picture was very different. Now the girl on the slab had black hair and looked very much like Vanessa herself!
Never in her life had she experienced such a feeling of horror. She had walked into a nightmare, and she knew that if she didn't find a way out, she might never return to the real world again.
Suddenly the door opened and Vanessa's heart skipped a beat. Who knew what horror awaited her next? She was relieved to see that it was only Lily, dressed in a pretty frock, and carrying a silver tray with breakfast on it.
The pretty blonde girl smiled at Vanessa cheerfully. "Are you feeling better?" she asked. "I-I'm exhausted," said Vanessa. "Well, I would imagine so, after all you've been through." Lily was smiling cheerfully. "I'm glad to see you've pulled through it."
"Pulled through it?"
"Yes… it looks like the fever's finally broke."
"Fever?"
"Oh dear… you were so sick when Billy and Kurt brought you here. Why you've been mostly unconscious for several days now."
"I-I've been sick?"
"Oh yes!" said Lily. "But let's forget about that. You certainly are looking better now." Vanessa began to feel reassured. It was just nightmares then. The whole thing. She'd just dreamed these terrible things – undoubtedly her mother's death had caused her mind to house strange demons. And then Vanessa noticed that there was a dish on the tray with a flower in it – an orchid!
"Where did this come from?" Vanessa asked. Lily's eyes narrowed. "It's a flower. Don't you like it?"
"Where did it come from?"
"From the greenhouse," she said. Then suddenly her face seemed crafty to Vanessa. "You had strange dreams," she said. "What were they?"
"Yes," said Vanessa. "They were awful… I-I can't talk about them."
"They were about sex, weren't they?"
"How do you know?" Vanessa's relief had been short-lived. Something in the blonde girl's manner made Vanessa suspicious again. "I read a lot… psychology and stuff like that… Freud and guys like that. Everything is sexual. The way Freud interprets things, even orchids are symbols… for women… you know."
"Oh," said Vanessa, somewhat reassured. "Aleister taught me that… it's our religion."
"What on earth…?" Lily was suddenly painfully aware that she had said too much. She tried to cover it quickly. "You'd better eat your eggs before they get cold. Cold eggs, ycchhhh… they're awful."
"I-I'm not very hungry," said Vanessa. "You'd better eat your eggs," said Lily. There was something oddly menacing in her voice. "They're special. I made them myself."
Afraid to offend the young girl, Vanessa took a bit of the omelet on her plate. It had a peculiar kind of spice… oddly familiar.
"What's in this?" she asked. "A special spice… it's called biche. It's from Brazil. Eat your eggs."
It was only a few more mouthfuls that Vanessa remembered where she had tasted that spice before. In the cake… it was the same spice she had had in the cake, before that horrible nightmare had begun. But as soon as she realized it, she also knew it was too late. She had finished more than half the omelet and she could already feel the drug affecting her body. The colors in the room seemed to grow more vivid and an unnatural feeling of relaxation permeated her being.