Message-ID: <43786asstr$1060218603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@newsread2.news.pas.earthlink.net> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Stephen Gray" <sgray113@hotmail.com> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 X-Original-Message-ID: <qDfYa.497$Ps.41715@newsread2.prod.itd.earthlink.net> NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 06 Aug 2003 15:51:02 PDT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 06 Aug 2003 22:51:02 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Cult of the Triangle 08 {S Gray} (MF mc magic preg) Date: Wed, 6 Aug 2003 21:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/43786> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, hecate Chapter Eight: The First Girl Professor Moore smiled with dark anticipation when he saw David leading Suzanne into the unholy glade. He could see the fear in the young girl's eyes as she looked upon her former classmates. Only a few days ago, these boys and girls had been ordinary college students, diligently acquiring knowledge to prepare for their futures. Their teachers had strived to instill them with virtue and faith, in the hope that they would live their lives as morally upright citizens. Up until a year ago, Moore had been one of those noble teachers. During a visit to the ancient lands of the Mediterranean, however, his life had taken a dramatic turn. While exploring a ruined temple on the outskirts of Jerusalem one day, he had stumbled upon a book of inestimable age. Even with his considerable linguistic skill, he could barely manage to decipher its text. He resolved to bring the tome to a museum in America, so that it could be examined by experts. As the day progressed, however, a strange hunger began to stir within him. He found himself becoming increasingly preoccupied with thoughts of sexual desire. He imagined it was probably due to the fact that he had not had an orgasm in a while, and his body was simply telling him that it was time to masturbate. He had no way of knowing that his urges were actually being inspired by the book he had found, and that it was slowly working its insidious spell upon him. All he knew was that his cock felt itchy and ripe for a creamy eruption - nothing that a little hand rubbing couldn't fix. But by the time he returned to the village where he was staying, the hunger had grown much worse. He found himself wandering slowly through the crowded bazaar, his gaze lingering upon the veiled women - particularly the younger ones, whose curious eyes glanced this way and that. What would they look like, he wondered, without those oppressive garments? He yearned to be alone with one of them, to cast aside those dark robes and see the flesh that lay beneath. There were so many women; the marketplace was teeming with them, and it was hard to avoid brushing up against their bodies as he made his way through the throng. Occasionally it was necessary for him to touch some of them, gently making them aware of his presence as he pushed through the crowd. But the more he touched, the more he longed to touch - and his hands began to glide dangerously far down the slender backs of the young women. He went a little further every time, and it wasn't long before his hands were sliding across firm bottoms concealed only by a mere layer of coarse cloth. But those quick, surreptitious contacts were not enough; he needed more. Without thinking about what he was doing, he reached between the thighs of a girl who couldn't have been more than twenty. She yelped with surprise and whirled to face him. Her black veil masked everything except for her dark eyes, which glared at him with anger and surprise. He meant to tell her he was sorry - but that would have been a lie. He had wanted to touch her, and he still wanted to touch her. Instinctively, he reached for her again. His hand groped its way between her legs, and he heard a sharp intake of breath as his fingers searched for the heart of her womanhood beneath that black robe. It was madness, of course. How could he be doing such a thing? Fondling an innocent peasant girl, right in the middle of a crowded plaza? He wouldn't have thought himself capable of such a vile, outrageous act. And yet, here he was, patiently stroking the young girl's crotch. Amazingly enough, no one seemed to notice - not even when the girl began to moan softly. The townspeople just swarmed around the two of them, like water sliding past a river island. So he just kept rubbing her, watching intently as she slowly succumbed to the pussy massage. It suddenly occurred to him that he could have this girl if he wanted to. Judging from the way she was reacting to his fingers, he doubted that it would be very difficult to persuade her to come with him to his hotel. Once he got her up to his room, he could do to her all the things that a man can do to a woman. Within an hour from now, he could be sinking his cock into this young female, watching her naked body writhe with pleasure as he fucked her juicy cunt... Her ragged moans brought him back to reality. People were starting to notice what he was doing to her - but that didn't stop him from doing it. As if driven by a perverse desire to make her come, he began to rub her even harder, his fingers insistently stroking the flesh of her groin. The girl must have been aware that people were now staring at her, but she seemed unable to extract herself from the hand between her legs. She mewled with helpless lust as his fingers massaged her pussy, and he could see her eyes beginning to glaze as the pleasure overwhelmed her. He smiled, knowing that this girl wasn't going anywhere until she had a nice, long orgasm. Unfortunately, her mother had other plans. Suddenly appearing from behind the young girl like a grim specter, the older woman unleashed a reprimand full of harsh words, spoken so fast that Moore could barely comprehend them. He could see the frustration and disappointment in the young girl's eyes as she reluctantly pulled away from him. Then something strange happened. Moore heard a deep, savage growl - and realized that it was coming from his own throat. He found himself lunging forward and grabbing the girl's arm, tugging her free from her mother's grasp. When the crone stepped forward to reclaim her daughter, he shouted at her - but the words were not his own, nor was the voice. He was speaking a language that he didn't even know. The mother seemed to know it, though, for she suddenly recoiled from him and made a sign against evil spirits. What happened next was a blur. He remembered pushing his way through the crowd, his hand clamped firmly on the young girl's arm. The hot air was filled with a cacophony of angry voices; there were people everywhere, shouting, screaming. It was a terrible chaos, much as he imagined hell to be. He managed to escape into a narrow alley, still pulling the girl along behind him. He led her away from the din of the marketplace, away from her mother and the life she had known. He led her to his hotel, where he brought her upstairs to his room. As soon as he got her inside, his hands went straight for her robe. His hands savagely unraveled the textile barriers between him and her groin, and the girl stood there and panted with excitement as he tugged and pulled. In a matter of seconds, he was tearing away the final scraps of cloth that had guarded her womanhood. His prize in sight, he immediately lunged forward and buried his face in her crotch. His tongue latched on to her furry slit, and he heard her gasp as he began to lick. And lick. And lick. Swirling into her groin, patiently massaging the fleshy lips that guarded the entrance to her womb. It was all over for the young girl. She stood there and allowed him to eat her pussy, completely unaware of the danger she was in. As for the professor, he no longer considered the consequences of what he was doing, nor did he realize that something dark and sinister was beginning to take root in his body. All he knew was that there was a wet pussy before him, and he desperately wanted to lick it and make her come. With this single ambition in mind, he diligently lapped her sweet little twat. He could hear her breathing growing more and more erratic as he took turns licking and sucking her moist sex flesh. She began to sigh with pleasure - and as the minutes ticked by, those sighs became increasingly lustful. He just kept stirring her groin, his tongue slithering erotically against her sensitive slit. While his mouth worked on her pussy, his hands glided up and down her shapely thighs, gently coaxing them further apart. His tongue began to delve deep into her vulva, rubbing wetly into her crack and making her moan with wanton longing. She wasn't going to last much longer. He could feel her legs beginning to tremble, and he was drawing more and more fluid from her pussy with every sensuous lick. She let out a loud, fervent moan as his tongue prodded the roof of her clitoris, swirling its way into the heart of her sex. Yes, she was going to come very soon. His lips closed in on her clit, and he gave it a long, slurping kiss that soon turned into a long, slurping suck. Her moans became louder and increasingly desperate as he eagerly ate her female flesh, his tongue wreaking havoc upon the poor girl's stiff little pleasure button. When she came, her howl could have been heard through the entire hotel. Her pretty young body wriggled and heaved as he grabbed her ass and kept his mouth locked upon her convulsing groin. Wave after wave of hot silvery cream oozed from her quivering crevice, and the professor just kept milking her for more. He had never gone down on a woman before, but here he was, his face between the young girl's thighs, eating her pussy like a full-fledged expert. He instinctively knew where to lick, how hard to lick, and everything else that needed to be done in order to make her orgasm last for a long, wet eternity. When it was over, she sank to the floor with a dazed smile on her face. The smile continued as he carried her to the bed and began to remove the rest of her clothing. It never occurred to him that he should not be doing this. All of his former notions of decency and morality had fled from his mind, to be replaced by the hard, swelling lust in his cock. As her clothing gave way to soft, enticing skin, he knew what he had to do. On the table beside the bed, the ancient black book slowly opened. It seemed to watch the professor as he pulled away the last of the girl's clothing and proceeded to remove his own. When both man and woman were completely naked, certain words on the book's pages began to glimmer with an eerie, unnatural radiance. The words glowed stronger when the professor guided his penis to the girl's twat and started to nudge it inside. She moaned as the rigid flesh sank deep inside her, squirming its way toward her womb. And the fucking began. The professor gritted his teeth and eagerly slid his meaty erection in and out of the young girl's wet pussy. Soft mewling cries escaped her lips as his hard dick burrowed inside her, rubbing deliciously against the inner walls of her sex. He screwed her slowly, patiently sinking his shaft into her creamy hole while she squirmed and squealed. The pages on the book were glowing brighter now, as if feeding upon the erotic energy of the mating couple. As the professor rhythmically poked his rod deep into the feverish girl, his thoughts grew increasingly sinister and obscene. He gazed down at the beautiful young body beneath him with pure, abject lust as he rammed his hard dick in and out of her. This wasn't about love at all; it was about invasion. With every thrust into her gooey sex hole, she fell deeper and deeper into an evil spell of irrevocable perversion. He was corrupting her with pleasure - and with the aid of the unholy tome, her soul would soon belong to him. The demon within him smiled as he continued to plow his rigid organ into her sopping cunt. The poor girl writhed and moaned with lustful agony, unaware that she was being seduced by an ancient and terrible force. The moments passed slowly. The small room was filled with the sounds of wet flesh smacking together, along with desperate cries of female lust. It was almost time. The professor willed his cock to swell even larger as it moved in and out of her steamy vagina, and the girl moaned with appreciation. Her nipples were hugely erect, and she gently pinched and massaged them as the professor grabbed her thighs and held them apart. He began to fuck her hard, forcefully pushing his thick tool into her pussy with swift, brutal strokes. She whimpered and groaned, her head rolling left and right as he pounded into her groin. This was it - the final step of the dark ritual. While he eagerly sank his dick into the young woman, the evil book worked its insidious spell upon her, its sinister words burning into her lust-addled mind. When she finally realized what was happening, she tried her best to resist it - but when the professor reached down and began to tickle her proud little clit, it was all over for her. Within a matter of seconds, her pussy was pumping with cum again as she writhed in ecstasy. While the orgasm ravaged her mind, she had no defense against the unholy grimoire. A torrent of obscene thoughts began to pour into her head, insidiously warping the fibers of her consciousness. The professor smiled and watched as she gradually succumbed to the new ideas. She was almost there; only one more thing needed to be done in order to completely corrupt this innocent young beauty. With a grin of ferocious lust, he sent his cock deep into her cum-drenched pussy. She squirmed and whimpered as his thick log sank into her hot cunt, fucking her fast and hard. With each thrust of his swollen erection, he took another step closer to blasting his creamy load right into the young girl's womb. As if sensing this, the book began to glow again - but this time its evil energies were focused upon the professor. Within his bouncing testicles, life-giving sperm began to mutate into tiny black eels, wriggling with a new, unholy purpose. As the professor slid his engorged penis in and out of the girl's sopping sex slit, his orgasm drew closer and closer. Then, with a final, savage grunt, he pushed his throbbing cock deep inside the young girl and unleashed his cum upon her. She moaned helplessly as thick wads of hot cream squirted into her oily cunt, sending waves and waves of dark sperm in search of their prey. He kept sliding his convulsing cock in and out of her sweltering pussy, pumping her full of sticky male sex cream. If there was an egg in her, his little minions would be sure to find it. He fucked her several times that night, injecting dose after dose of demonic seed into her womb. With each orgasm, her moans grew more and more lascivious. She began to purr lustful encouragements to him as he plowed her weeping pussy, her language growing more dirty and obscene each time he screwed her. There was a new hunger in her eyes now, an insatiable need that she had never known before. When morning finally arrived, the professor called for breakfast. The meal was brought to the room by a bright-eyed young lad, perhaps only eighteen years of age. The boy dutifully placed the food on the table, trying his best not to stare at the beautiful young woman who entered the room and smiled invitingly at him. He did stare, however, when she unfastened her robe and slowly parted it for him. The youth had never seen a naked woman before, and his eyes drank in every lovely detail, from her bulging breasts down to her furry groin. He continued to stare as she glided closer, allowing her robe to slip to the floor. With a sultry smile on her lips, she took his hand and placed it upon her breast. She could feel him trembling with excitement as she guided his palm over her supple curves, giving him a sensuous tour of her firm female flesh. It was having a powerful effect on the boy, whose breathing began to quicken when she led his hand down across the smooth expanse of her belly. Then his hand was upon her pussy, and she pressed it firmly against her warm nether slit. She rubbed his hand against her crotch, wanting to show him how wet she was, how ready she was for a nice hard fucking. And that's exactly what he was going to give her. He obediently followed her into the bedroom, where she helped him out of his cheap uniform. When his hard cock sprang into view, she lay back on the bed and opened her thighs invitingly. There was no hesitation on the boy's part as he took his place between her legs and positioned his throbbing organ. She gasped with joy as the young penis sank into her sweaty groin, digging deep into her sex crevice. The boy began to fuck her, instinctively sliding his rigid phallus in and out of her wet cunt. She moaned as his thick flesh moved inside her, deliciously scratching her lustful itch. While the boy eagerly screwed the young girl, the professor calmly walked into the bedroom and sat down on a chair near the bed. Ignoring the nervous glances from the boy, he opened the black book and began to read aloud passages from its unholy pages. One by one, the evil words sank into the boy's mind, polluting his thoughts with obscene desires. The girl beneath him smiled as she watched her lover's expression slowly change. His confused apprehension began to dissipate, and he was soon driving his firm dick into her gooey twat with full abandon. The girl moaned with delight, relishing her participation in the young boy's downfall. With the professor's help, she would rid this young stud of his conscience and transform him into a lustful animal, insatiably addicted to sex. His horny cock would find its way into other women - and with each burst of impregnating seed, he would ensnare another soul. The professor closed the book and watched as the boy pumped his hard penis into the girl's juicy clam. The spell had been cast, and all that needed to be done now was to make sure that the boy pumped his cum into the young girl's cunt. Both his sperm and his soul would then be trapped in her womb, nurturing the demonic force that festered within her. Unaware of his peril, the boy continued to slide his throbbing erection in and out of her clutching vagina, relishing every delicious thrust into her hot, wet tunnel. His thrusts grew harder and faster; he was getting ready to squirt his creamy load. The girl spread her thighs as wide as she could, moaning lusty encouragements to her young victim as he pounded his engorged organ into her sopping cunt. Then there was a loud crash as the door burst open. Several armed men swept into the hotel room, their faces grim and fierce as they made their way to the bedroom. The boy paid no attention to them; he simply continued to plow his swelling dick into the young girl's frothing pussy. One of the men rushed forward and pulled the boy away from his lover, just as his cock began to squirt its silvery seed all over the bedroom floor. The girl moaned with disappointment, but then began to offer herself to these new men, hoping that one of them would step forward and continue what the boy had started. From his hiding place in the closet, the professor watched as the dark-clad men placed holy symbols upon the boy and girl, murmuring incantations to protect themselves from temptation. They carefully clothed the young couple, tying their hands and leading them out of the hotel. When they were gone, the professor emerged from the closet, fuming with irritation. Who were those men, and how had they known what was going on here? Would they come after him next, and try to take the book from him? He could not allow that to happen; he had to escape from this place and return to his own country, where he would be free to start over again. to be continued... http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/sgray/www/ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+