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WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.
Author: A Strange Geek
Title: A Legacy for Gina
Summary: A teenage girl is confronted with her mother's chilling legacy
involving a strange man from the past and a mysterious cult.
Part: 2 of 2
Keywords: MF, Mf, mf, FF, fsolo, oral, nc, bd, spank, magic
Copyright A Strange Geek, 2005
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Gina did not bother to set her watch alarm again, but she awoke
early anyway, the first light of dawn barely creeping into the indigo
skies, her room shrouded in sepulchral dimness. She was still naked,
the blanket falling away from her breasts as she sat up and rubbed her
eyes. At once she heard faint noises downstairs of muffled conversation
and the rattle of silverware. Apparently Victor had decided to head off
any more attempts by her to sneak out of the house.
This was one time it did not matter to her, for she had largely
what she needed right in her house. She simply needed one critical
piece of information, and she hoped that some point in the day the
opportunity would present itself for her to obtain it.
Gina rose from the bed and immediately headed for the shower, her
thighs and crotch still musky from the night before. She ran the shower
as hot as she could stand it, feeling it invigorate her. She felt a
mixture of excitement and fear over what she was planning to do. It was
ridiculously simple, yet it would land her in a lot of trouble if
Victor discovered her. But all she needed was one thing.
All she needed was Victor's last name.
Gina stepped out of the shower, feeling fairly confident. It was
the first time she felt like she might be in control again. She even
took the time to dry her hair more slowly with a lower setting on the
dryer and brush it out nicely. She smiled slightly at herself in the
mirror before turning and opening the door back to her bedroom.
The moment she stepped across the threshold, she gasped loudly and
her heart leapt into her throat.
"Good morning, Gina," Victor said with a pleased smile.
Gina took a moment to recover from the shock of seeing him sitting
at the edge of her bed before she felt she could breathe normally
again, and another moment to realize that she was standing before him
completely naked. Her feet shuffled back, as if wanting to take her
back into the bathroom and hide her nudity from him. Instead, she
simply stood there, heart beating fast, her cheeks coloring.
"And do I get no pleasant greeting in return?" Victor asked.
Gina swallowed. "G-good morning, s-sir," she stammered. "I'm sorry,
I-I didn't expect you there ... I ..."
She trailed off. Her eyes had slid from Victor to the spot next to
him on the bed, where her costume now lay neatly folded, the shoes laid
next to them.
Victor stood up and approached her. Gina's eyes widened and she
swallowed nervously but held her ground. His eyes darted over her body,
lingering around her crotch, then again at her breasts. Finally he
lifted his gaze to her frightened eyes. "You know, I only just
realized, Gina, that this is the first time I'm seeing you nude."
Gina just looked back at him, his eyes lustful yet still cold. It
sent a shiver up her spine.
"I must say, Gina, I do indeed like what I see," Victor continued
in a deeper voice. "Quite a striking young woman you are. Quite ripe.
Quite ready."
"Quite r-ready for what, sir?" Gina asked, a trace of huskiness to
her voice.
Victor smiled broadly. "Many things, Gina," he said softly. "A
touch. A caress. A growing insistence. A cup of a hand around a soft
breast. A flick of a finger across aroused flesh. A stroke in an
intimate place. A surrender. A slow entry. A press of a body against
another. A rising ecstasy."
Gina bit her lip to suppress a moan, a flash of heat between her
thighs, her body trembling.
Victor paused, then backed away slowly. "Yes, Gina, a great many
things," he said in a more natural voice. His gaze dropped to the bed
and the costume. "Come down for breakfast when you are dressed. Oh, and
wear your costume. You looked so wonderful in it last night, I would
very much like to see it again."
Gina did not move from where she stood until he had left the room.
She let go with a heavy sigh. With just a few words he had managed
to arouse her yet again and left her feeling unsatisfied.
Gina descended the stairs slowly, trying to minimize the effects of
the pants on her mound. Nevertheless, by the time she had reached the
dining room table, her pussy was again wet and aching with her arousal,
and her nipples tingled with just-denied pleasure. She had no idea how
she was going to stand this at the dance.
Her mother cast a forlorn and pleading look at her daughter as she
served the meal, a look that begged Gina not to hate her for what was
happening. Gina tried to convey with just her eyes that she did not
blame Roberta for anything. Whatever was happening, it was Victor's
fault, not her mother's.
Gina spread her legs apart slightly under the table, just enough to
relieve most of the pressure on her slot, and sat absolutely still.
This managed to stop the touch against her cunt, but even just the act
of breathing would let the very tips of her nipples be stroked by the
inside material of the costume, keeping her in a heightened state of
arousal.
Silence reigned at the table as Roberta brought the last of the
breakfast meal to the table, and promptly and carefully served up
Victor's plate for him, putting only the precise amount that she knew
he wanted.
"Better, Roberta," Victor said mildly. "You are learning again."
Roberta managed a small smile before sitting down. She actually
looked pleased at his praise.
Gina studiously remained quiet during the meal, intending to keep
her eyes lowered and eat her breakfast without a word of complaint or a
single look that could be considered defiance or disobedience. Yet not
long into the meal, Victor himself broke the silence.
"Once the meal is finished, Roberta," he said. "I will need you to
straighten up the living room and the den. And you will need to be
quick about it."
Gina risked raising her eyes. Her mother looked a little nonplussed
at this announcement, but recovered quickly and said, "Of course, sir."
"I am serious, Roberta. There will be no tolerance of mistakes
today on your part."
Gina felt her stomach clench and lowered her fork. Her mother
appeared to take a deep breath, as if needing to calm herself. "O-of
course, sir," she repeated. "I will do my best."
"Do better than your best."
"Yes, sir."
"After all," Victor said with a slow smile. "I do not wish you to
make a bad impression on my guests."
Gina blanched at the speed at which the color drained from her
mother's face. "Y-your ... your guests, sir?" she asked in a shaky
voice.
"Yes, Roberta. I am having some friends over this morning," Victor
explained, placing his elbows on the table and folding his hands. "We
have important matters to discuss. And ... preparations to be made."
Roberta glanced from Victor to her daughter and back, a quietly
frantic look in her eyes. Gina felt a renewed icy chill of fear wrap
around her. When her mother spoke again, Gina had never heard the woman
sound so frightened in her life. "Victor, please," she said in a low
voice. "P-please ... you can't ... not now, not after this many ..."
"Roberta," Victor said in a voice as hard as granite.
Roberta quieted, but swallowed hard, and gave him a pleading look.
"There is nothing to discuss," Victor said. "And if there were, I
would not be discussing it with /you/."
Gina's mother opened her mouth again, but closed it at a single
look of cold steel from Victor's eyes.
Gina's own rising fear now was enough to make her forget about her
costume and it's stimulating effects on her. It was not just her
mother. She could feel an almost palpable tension in the air, like
thick miasma. Yet as terrible as this felt, it was also her
opportunity. If Victor was sufficient distracted entertaining his
guests, perhaps it would give her time to ...
"Gina."
Gina flinched, startled out of her thoughts.
Victor's lips curled into a smirk devoid of humor. "A bit skittish
today, aren't we?"
"S-sorry, sir," Gina said sheepishly.
"Perhaps contemplating some of the things I said to you earlier,
hmm?"
Gina swallowed and did not reply, keeping absolutely still.
"Two things, Gina," Victor said, his voice dropping into a much
more serious tone of voice. "The first is, I need you to stay out of
the way today while my guests are here. As much as I would like to show
you off to them, our discussion will not be for children's ears. Do I
make myself clear on this?"
"Yes, sir, very clear," Gina replied. Not only was it clear, it was
perfect.
"Now, you may do this in one of two ways. You may leave, and take
one of your ... walks ..." A taint of suspicion hung precariously over
that one word, making a knot of tension tighten in her stomach. "Or you
may stay in your room with the door closed."
Gina nodded. "Yes, sir."
"And the second thing, Gina," Victor said, and now the smile
returned to his face. "Is your costume."
Gina had a feeling she knew what he was going to say.
"The more I see you in it, the more I like it. And I prefer to keep
things as they are when I like them. So you'll stay dressed in that for
the rest of today."
Yes, that was exactly what Gina was expecting. "Of course, sir,"
she said resignedly.
"Make sure you note this, Gina," Victor said in a lower voice.
"Make sure you note this well. I do not wish you to remove your
costume."
A flash of heat. A tingling sensation. A ripple across her skin.
Gina blinked, but it was gone as soon as she felt it.
From across the table, Roberta wrung her hands.
"Gina?" Victor said, one corner of his mouth tugging upwards.
"Uh ... yes, sir," she said cautiously.
"Repeat it back to me."
Gina hesitated. "I'm not to remove my costume."
"No. That is not what I said. I said: I do not wish you to remove
your costume."
"You ... you do not wish me to remove my costume."
It happened a second time. She felt a sense of unease come over
her.
"Very good, Gina," Victor said. "Now, which will it be? A walk? Or
quiet contemplation in your room?"
"I'll stay in my room, sir," Gina said evenly.
"Be sure that you do, Gina. Be sure that you do."
Gina lay absolutely still on her bed, sprawled out with her legs
spread apart, hoping for the slow lustful burn in her cunt to abate
before she had to make her move.
She wondered how Stephanie was doing. She wondered what he was
going to do to her next, for it seemed he followed suit with Gina soon
after. She almost wished she could go out, if just to find out what
might be in store for her. But would Victor even see Stephanie today?
Surely if he were, he would have to leave the house, even if Stephanie
did live just down Shady Lane. If that were the case, perhaps she
should wait until then, when it was absolutely safe, to ...
She shook her head. No, if he was going to go out, he'd likely take
the very thing with him that she needed.
As the time passed, her anxiety rose and heart beat faster. She
went over the plan in her head over and over. She already had the small
bit of paper and pen clutched in one increasingly sweaty hand that she
would use to write down his full name when she found it.
It was a very simple plan: sneak into his room, open his wallet,
find his last name on an ID or credit card, write it down, and then
back to her room. Yet for all it's simplicity, it was fraught with
difficulty. She had to reach his room without being seen from the
living room. She had to do this on a hardwood floor wearing high-heels.
She had to hope that they stayed downstairs and did not need to come up
here for anything. All it took to completely spoil her plans was two
people whose morning coffee ran through at the same time and one was
sent to use the upstairs bathroom.
Any of her remaining doubts became academic when the doorbell
downstairs rang.
Gina did not hesitate. She immediately climbed out of bed, applying
as much of her will as possible to ignore what her pants were
continuing to do to her pussy. She knew exactly what Victor was doing
to her. He believed this would incapacitate her. She had to prove that
wrong.
She crept over to the door and placed her ear against the space
between the door and the frame and listened intently. The front door of
the house was just far enough back that anyone standing there would see
the very top of her door over the second floor landing. She had to wait
until everyone had moved from there further into the living room.
Gina waited, straining to hear over her thundering heart. Finally
the sounds of conversation appeared to move, growing more muffled as
the second floor landing passed between them and her ear. She waited
another minute and then dropped to her knees. She reached up and opened
the door very slowly.
She paused, waiting for the sound of Victor's voice that would tell
her that it was all for naught. Instead, all she heard was murmured
conversation that continued to move even further into the house. She
gushed with relief. They were not even staying in the living room but
heading into the dining room instead. This was her break.
Gina got down on all fours, making sure to pick up her feet and
keep them in the air. As soon as she had taken but a few "steps", she
realized this would be harder than she thought. The way her hips
wriggled as she moved, as close as her thighs were as they scissored
back and forth, her pussy was being deeply stroked with each movement,
far more than if she had been walking.
Gina could not stop, she had to keep going.
Halfway down the hall, and she was already quivering with the
intolerable teasing of her cunt, driving her up to the edge of orgasm
and never pushing her over. She even paused and clenched her thighs at
one point, as if hoping to force her over and give her some relief, but
it just made things worse. She bit her lip hard to stop herself from
whimpering her distress.
Gina panted despite her attempts not to. She moved more quickly,
having to chance making a noise. Finally she reached the door to
Victor's room. She raised herself up and lunged at the doorknob, let
herself in, and then collapsed to the carpet.
Gina swallowed and lay there for a few moments, trying to let the
crest of her stimulation fall back to where she could think again.
Slowly she rose to her knees, and then shakily to her feet. At least
now she was in a carpeted room and could walk without making too much
noise.
Gina staggered over to the dresser and groped for the wallet that
sat right where she had seen it the other day. She opened it, and it
was fat with plastic cards. With a growing sense of accomplishment, she
yanked out the first one she saw, a Visa card, and triumphantly read
the name to herself on the card.
Victor Grenana.
Gina smiled weakly as she jotted the name down. But then when she
went to return the card, she found that it had pulled another card
halfway out, this one a MasterCard, and her smile faded as she read the
name on it.
Victor Merenko.
With a sinking feeling, she plucked out other cards. The first had
the Merenko name again. The next had a new one: Victor Hollerton. The
next two were Grenana again, but then the third was a new one entirely:
Victor Jeston.
She went through another section of his wallet, this one containing
ID cards from perhaps two dozen different countries, and about four
different last names.
"God /damn/," she cried softly.
She had no choice. She had to write them all down. By the time she
was done, she had twelve different names. She looked at the list and
wondered which one of these names he was using now.
A flash of insight made her open the top drawer of the dresser. She
shuddered when her eyes fell on the wooden paddle, and as she rifled
though his things, she found the leather cuffs and other related
bondage items. It was with a sigh of relief that she came across what
she was looking for: his passport.
She opened it, and inside found the name Victor Teylix. She put a
tick mark next to that name on the list.
Quickly she put the passport back and placed the wallet where she
had seen it. She crossed back over to the door and dropped down to the
floor again, stifling a gasp as her pants renewed the relentless
pressure on her slot. Yet now it was almost tolerable to her. Gripping
the prize in her hand, she started crawling out the door, pausing to
reach up and gently close the door.
But just as she was about to start back towards her room, her
breath caught as she heard Victor's voice ring out, "Now look what we
have here."
Gina's heart dropped into her stomach as she looked up, expecting
to see Victor standing over her along with all his cohorts, her cheeks
already flaring scarlet. Yet when her eyes had risen, they beheld only
an empty hallway.
"What we have here, my brethren, is a fine opportunity," Victor
continued, and now she realized that the voice was coming from
downstairs in the living room. "An opportunity to establish a chapter
right here in Haven."
"Do you really think we can, Victor?" asked a lilting,
distinguished female voice. "Such a small town this is ..."
"That is the beauty of it, my dear. Who will notice it in a sleepy
little town like this? And I have found the energies here to be
positively astounding. We would be fools not to tap that."
Gina started to move very slowly and cautiously, knowing that her
only goal should be getting back to the safety of her room, but she
could not help but keep one ear on their conversation.
"Not to be devil's advocate, old chap," said a man with a distinct
English accent. "But didn't you try this before? I seem to recall it
got a bit buggered up."
"A mistake on my part, I will admit," came Victor's voice.
"Attribute it to the foolishness of youth and to inexperience."
"His record is very clear, Vance," said the distinguished woman.
"Many successes since that time. I have the utmost faith in him."
"And would this be one of those successes you speak of?" asked
another male in an amused voice.
By this time, Gina had stopped moving, riveted on what they were
saying. She gazed at the railing, panting softly from both her fear and
forced sexual arousal.
"An early work, you understand," Victor said. "And she has been out
of my direct tutelage for some time."
"How much has she forgotten?" There was a lascivious edge to that
voice that made Gina's skin crawl.
"She has forgotten nothing in what really matters."
"Might I have proof of that?"
"Surely, you may," Victor said with a chuckle. "Be my guest. She is
yours."
There was a pause. Then a soft slide of clothing against skin. A
light clinking of metal. And then an order: "Please me with your mouth
only. Use nothing else. A brisk pace, but not too fast. And deep. If
you don't please me, you'll be a bad little girl."
"Yes, master."
Gina realized she not have been surprised to hear her mother's
voice at that point, but the impact was no less profound. She shuddered
and trembled. She had to stop listening or it was just going to make
her want to do something foolish to stop them.
"You should re-indoctrinate her, you know," said another.
"Only if she crosses me a third time, Sam," Victor said. "That is
the rule."
The response was an amused snicker. "Surely, if we're going to be
conducting a ceremony anyway, wouldn't ..."
"Only if she crosses me a third time," Victor repeated in a darker
tone of voice. "We do not break that rule."
"Sorry. I just know we're going to a lot of trouble for this."
"Which is all the more reason not to act foolishly," Victor said.
"Brethren, this Halloween night is going to be a rebirth for us. We
have never had such a strong candidate in so many years. She is
perfect. I cannot emphasize this enough."
Suddenly there was the sound like a leash being yanked and a
muffled yelp. "I /said/, not too fast."
Gina whimpered softly at what her mother was going through as she
crawled closer to her door. She had to find a way to get her out of
this. And now it sounded like they had another one they were after. It
had to be Stephanie. With the girl's parents out of town, she was
vulnerable. They would never know that her daughter was being taken.
She was the perfect target.
And then another high, clear voice rang out : "I can tell you for a
fact that Victor is right in this. I have seen her for myself. She is
all but ours already."
Gina covered her mouth to stifle a shocked cry.
That was Terri Hollis' voice!
Gina was beside herself. She looked towards the railing. It
couldn't have been her! It just couldn't! She had to know. She knew she
was risking it all, but she had to know.
"And here is another example of why Haven is ideal for us," Victor
said in a silky voice. "How often do we get one of our brethren into
such a position where she can observe so many boys and girls
approaching their sixteenth birthdays? So many possible future
candidates, right at her fingertips?"
"What rite will you be performing on her, Victor?" asked Sam again,
anticipation in his voice at the reply.
"The very one that I am sure you are so eager to see, Sam," Victor
replied. "The Rite of Denial."
Gina crept forward, forcing herself to breathe through her nose as
she approached the railing. As she grew closer, she was jolted by her
teacher's voice again. "And how far are you going to take it?"
"As far as needed."
"Isn't that what caused the little cock-up with ..."
"That was because she was inappropriate as a candidate," Victor
said sternly. "Again, it was my mistake. I have never made that mistake
again."
Gina swallowed as she reached the railing, scrunched herself down
as low to the floor as she could, and slid forward until her eyes
beheld the scene in the living room, and all she could do was stare in
astonishment, all sense of reason flying out her mind.
In the center of the sofa sat Victor, and some twelve other men and
women were arranged in a rough semicircle around him, save for a few
that had privileged spots next to him on the sofa. Most were seated,
either on chairs or on the floor. All of them had changed out of their
normal clothes into robes of flowing midnight black. It was very clear
from the way some of them sat, with their robes only loosely sashed if
at all, that they wore nothing else under these robes.
And there roughly in the center of the room was Gina's mother.
She was kneeling on the floor, her ankles encircled with thick
leather shackles connected with a short chain. Her wrists were
similarly restrained behind her. A thin chain was wrapped around each
breast, joined by a third chain that led to the hand of a man standing
in front of her. His robe was parted, Roberta's mouth sliding back and
forth steadily on his cock. Each time she bobbed forward, she took him
deep inside her mouth, her lips almost reaching the very base of his
cock, before sliding back again.
And then Gina's gaze was drawn to the lanky honey-haired woman
sitting at one end of the sofa, her robe open and her thighs parted,
brazenly exposing her completely bare pussy. It was very much indeed
Terri Hollis, Gina's English lit teacher.
"And what of this one?" drawled a black man off to the side,
casually gesturing towards Gina's mother. "How close is she to her own
Rite of Denial?"
"She has crossed me twice, now."
Roberta gave a very short whimper of protest. She clamped down on
it very quickly, but not before earning another yank on her breast
chains.
"Yes, Roberta, twice," Victor said stonily. "I simply have not
punished you for the second transgression yet. Or did you think I would
not know of your clandestine visit to your daughter after I had
retired?"
Gina looked horrified. Her mother was going to be punished again,
and she felt it was her fault somehow. And if she was understanding
them correctly, one more time would earn her this Rite of Denial. What
was it? It must be bad if they're using it as a punishment, or as
coercion to make someone join them.
If any of this was a concern to Roberta, she did not show it. She
was concentrating too much on the penis in her mouth, as its owner
began to make low, urgent sounds. She was obviously doing her best to
be a "good little girl".
Gina shivered.
"Where will the ceremony be held, Victor?" asked the black man.
"There is an abandoned church, just across the road from an old
cemetery on Old Fairview Drive," Victor explained. "It is almost right
on one of the energy lines that run through this town."
"And why are you so confident about this new candidate? What is it
about her that is so perfect?"
Terri laughed, her eyes flicking towards Gina's mother. "Why,
simply because she ..."
Victor raised a hand, and Terri fell silent.
"There are several reasons," Victor said. "For one, if things work
out as I expect they will, she will no longer be virginal when she is
ready for us."
"Is that what you believe went wrong the last time?"
"It was a factor, yes. And as for the other reason ..." He paused,
and then his lips curled into a sly grin. "Let's keep that our little
secret for now. Consider it ... a Halloween surprise."
A loud groan was uttered by the man standing before Roberta, his
head tilting back. Before him, Roberta had cradled his penis on the
flat of her tongue, whipping it back and forth under his cock,
alternating between this and tilting her head to one side to stroke at
the length of his shaft with her tongue, sliding quickly back and forth
a few times before returning to the head. It was quite obvious to
Gina's growing eyes that her mother was very accomplished at this, that
this was certainly not her first time.
The man groaned once more, a shudder passing through him, becoming
a low pant as his penis started to throb. Roberta let the first few
streams of his cum splash over her lips and cheeks before taking him
back inside and bobbing her head back and forth quickly, filling her
mouth with more of his hot seed. When he was finally spent, Roberta
took her time, drawing back slowly, licking him clean before tilting
her head back and swallowing.
Roberta looked up, and in a submissive voice that made Gina cringe,
she said, "Was I a good little girl, master?"
The man paused a moment and then smiled slightly. "Victor was
right. You have not lost what really matters."
Roberta looked pleased, yet there was still a pain behind her eyes
that Gina could see even from up on the landing.
"Bring her to me, if you would," Terri said.
The man gave the chain a snap again and led her around like a dog
towards Terri. She took the chain from him and pulled on it slowly
until Roberta had crawled so close to the sofa that her breasts about
touched it. Slowly,Terri moved herself on the sofa so that her legs
were spread apart on either side of Gina's mother. A wicked smile came
to her face.
"Let's see if you do pussy as well as you do cock," Terri said
huskily.
/Oh my God!/ Gina cried in her mind.
Without hesitation, Roberta leaned forward, tilting her head back
slightly. Her eyes slid closed, her tongue sliding from her mouth and
curling up to lightly tease Terri's already slick and excited clitoris.
Terri smiled and placed her free hand on Roberta's head, gently
ruffling the hair as if showing affection for a pet. She slid her hips
forward eagerly and pressed Roberta's face into her now wet cunt,
giving a small sigh of pleasure as Roberta's tongue went deeper, lips
closing around the swollen clitoris, sucking gently and eagerly.
Gina hurried backed up from the railing, very nearly hitting the
wall behind her with one of her high heels. She barely even noticed now
what her costume was doing to her as she quickly made it the rest of
the way to her room and mercifully closed the door behind her,
silencing their conversion, and her teacher's moans of pleasure.
Gina had to pause to catch her breath. She staggered to her feet,
her mind reeling at everything she had just seen and heard. She could
scarcely believe it. The Cult of Se'xel'ta was real. Or Victor was
trying to make it real. She wasn't sure which, but she had to find out.
Gina looked down at the names on the piece of note paper. Twelve
names that might give her a clue, some insight into what was going on
and what she could do about it.
She remembered when she was a kid, she loved to read. Her favorite
books to read, of all things for a girl, were detective novels. Much of
what she read were set in the 1950s or 1960s. She remembered marveling
at how these gumshoes would pound the pavement in their quest for any
scrap of personal information on a suspect. Their quests would
sometimes last days or even weeks before they could acquire what they
needed to build their case.
As much as she enjoyed those stories and admired those characters,
she was very much happy to be living in modern times.
Gina sat down, turned on her computer, started her browser, and
clicked on her bookmark to Google.
Gina sat with her head propped up by her arm, looking quite
exasperated.
She had lost track of time, or the number of search results screens
she had stared at until her eyes became bleary. So long had she been at
this, she had almost grown used to the constant pressure against her
cunt, even though just her slow occasional movements in the chair kept
her arousal permanently up, until her pussy now ached badly from the
constant, furtive stimulation it received. She could even smell the
steamy wetness, having saturated the inside of her pants so much that
it leaked out the sides, the odor wafting to her nose.
It was not that Gina had found very little. Quite the opposite. It
was the sheer wealth of information that she was forced to slog through
that was the problem.
Every name generated hits. Every last one. According to what she
had found, if every one of those names was actually one under which he
traveled, this man had been all over the globe and held many
occupations. She found him in France as a an exporter of exotic and
rare lingerie; in England, he spent time as a writer of erotic plays;
he turned up in various countries in South America working as an
assistant archaeologist, specializing in the sex lives of ancient
Mesoamerican cultures; his travels took him to India, where he did
unspecified research on the origins of the Kama Sutra; back to Europe
again as an assistant biochemist in Germany, studying the physiology of
human sexual arousal.
The list went on and on.
There was only one common link in all of them, and that was that
each one had something to do with sex. He had researched, written,
studied, bought, sold, analyzed, and investigated anything and
everything to do with the sexual act. While this made sense to her, it
did nothing to give her anything she could use to figure out what was
happening right in her home town.
In a final act of desperation, she returned to the query screen and
put in each name again, one after the other, this time including the
name of her town. At first, this turned out to be a dead end as well,
as it picked up articles that simply had the word "haven" in it, until,
while she was looking over the links for Victor Teylix, she came across
a link pointing to a digitized archive of a local newspaper, the Haven
Town Gazette.
Gina clicked on the link. A newspaper article appeared on the
screen before her:
Mystery Death Stuns Haven Community
November 5, 1985
On the morning after Halloween, local police received
one last nasty trick-or-treat when they were directed
to the dead, naked body of a teenage girl of 16 years
of age. She was discovered by several joggers in the
grasses along the side of Old Fairview Drive, on
unincorporated land at the edge of the town. Her
death became even more of a mystery when an initial
examination by pathologists could not ascertain the
cause of death. The body is unmarked, and there is no
evidence of foul play. Despite her nudity when she
was discovered, further tests found no evidence of
sexual assault. A perplexed police forensics expert
was quoted as saying "This is a perfectly healthy and
hearty girl, except for the fact that she's dead."
The name of the girl is being withheld until her
parents are contacted, as they are, tragically, out
of town dealing with another death in the family. An
initial examination of the girl's medical history
revealed no clues to her death. The police currently
have no leads. On November 2, they briefly questioned
a Victor Teylix, who witnesses had placed at the
vicinity the night of October 31, shortly before
midnight. Teylix, a foreign national in the United
States on holiday, was questioned but released. He is
not a suspect in the case.
The police are asking anyone in the community with
any information to please call the precinct house at
555-6724.
Gina felt her blood run cold. Victor had done this before. He had
tried to "recruit" someone for his cult, right here in Haven, 20 years
ago, and
(I seem to recall it got a bit buggered up ...)
a girl died. The case was so similar to what was happening to
Stephanie that it was chilling. But there was still a huge, unanswered
question. How did the girl die? Did this "Rite of Denial" have
something to do with it? Denial of what?
Gina sighed and ran a hand over her hair. "More questions than when
I started," she muttered.
As she sat there contemplating what to do, trying to keep her mind
focused her task and off her pussy, she was surprised when she heard a
chime that indicated she had new mail.
She almost had not recognized the sound at first, as she rarely got
mail while she was sitting at the computer. She had so few
correspondents and posted on so few places on the internet that she was
spared even the bulk of the spam. She clicked on her mail reader and
discovered to her surprise that the email was from the online erotica
site. Her heart gave a little lurch as she saw that it was telling her
that another part of the /Cult of Se'xel'ta/ series had been posted.
Gina groaned. The last thing she needed was to read another of
those now, with the way she was being tortured by this infernal
costume. Her mouse hovered over the link for a few moments, and she
shook her head.
"You want your question answered, don't you, Gina?"
Gina was so startled she let out a shriek.
She had not even heard her door open or Victor step into the room,
yet there he was right behind her chair. She bolted up, but had barely
gotten to her feet when two hands landed heavily on her shoulders and
shoved her back down hard into the chair.
Gina sat in her chair, gasping, shaking with terror. Victor's hands
lay on her shoulders, squeezing them firmly but not harshly. Her chest
heaved, her nipples tingling unbearably.
Victor knelt down behind her and when he spoke again, it was
directly into her ear, making her shudder with fright. "I said, you
want your question answered, don't you, Gina?" he asked, his voice
soft, yet as scary as it would have been had he screamed at her. He
nodded to the screen. "Go on, Gina. Click the link. The answer awaits
you."
Gina lifted her hand. It shook badly. "I-I don't ... d-don't want
..."
"Yes, you do," Victor said firmly. "Because you can't turn away,
can you? Ever since you started reading them. They pulled you in
immediately, didn't they?"
Gina could not get her throat to work, as much as she was quaking
in her chair.
"Click the link," he said, his voice sultry and hypnotic.
Gina swallowed hard. She reached over and brought the quivering
mouse pointed to the link. After a few seconds, a page of prose
appeared in her browser window, and she felt fear clutch at her as she
read the title at the top of the page:
/The Rite of Denial./
Victor stood up. His hands loosened and slid down her arms. Gina
shivered under his touch.
"Read it," Victor said, his fingers lightly caressing her upper
arms.
Gina took a deep, rattling breath, and began to read.
As with all of these works, despite how frightened she was, she was
drawn into the flow of the story, her senses captivated by the raw
emotion, her mind reeling at the darkness at the same time her body
reveled in the lust.
"The Rite of Denial, Gina," Victor said breathlessly. His fingers
squeezed her arms. She sensed the growing excitement in him. "Try to
imagine yourself in their place."
Gina bit her lip and whimpered. Heat burned brightly in her loins.
"Imagine being aroused, so intensely, unbearably, /intolerably/
aroused ... so aroused that you would go absolutely mad if you did not
get relief."
His hands slid down to her sides, touching the flesh above her
waist. Gina started to pant.
"And now, Gina," Victor said, his voice deeply husky, his fingers
reaching down and grasping the top of her pants right above her delta.
"Now imagine after all that, when you think you cannot possible grow
more sexually excited, you cannot ache any further, your desire cannot
burn any more brightly ... imagine after that that somehow, some way,
you grow ever more aroused."
He tugged at her pants, driving it even further against her slot,
grinding it wetly against her already tormented clitoris. Gina uttered
a piteous cry, her body shaking.
"And finally, Gina," he said, his voice dropping to a tone that was
so lustful as to be diabolic, "Finally ... imagine lying there ...
begging ... pleading ... /screaming/ ... to be touched, to be stroked,
to be fucked ... and being ... /denied/."
Gina gripped the hand rests so hard that her nails bit into the
leather. She shrunk into her chair, but he kept tugging at her pants,
and her squirming only made it stimulate her all the more. His other
hand reached up and snapped at one of the straps holding her top in
place, and set off her nipples. She writhed in the chair in
desperation, her pussy hanging at the edge of climax, boiling with her
lust, straining, the flesh swollen and wet, the musky aroma thick in
her nostrils. She panted so heavily that she felt dizzy.
Victor let go of her, but her arousal was so elevated that it
hardly mattered.
"And now, one more thing, Gina," Victor said. "One more thing to
make you understand. Try to remove your outfit."
"Wh-what ...?" Gina stammered.
"Try to remove it."
Gina scrabbled at her waist, her fingers fumbling in her
desperation, taking a few agonizing moments to find the belt buckle.
Yet as her fingers prodded and poked at it, she could not get the strap
to push back through the loop. Her breathing grew more ragged and more
frightened the more she tried and the more she failed. Frantic, she
grabbed at the straps of her top, but they would not loosen. Her
garters would not unfasten. The straps on her shoes would not come
undone. She could not even fit her fingers under the edge of the
fishnets to pull them down.
Tears were streaming down her face now as she straightened up in
the chair.
Victor dropped to his knee again. "The point of this, Gina," he
said. "Is this: You are trying to get involved in forces beyond your
comprehension. You cannot remove your outfit because I do not wish you
to remove it. That is the kind of power you are dealing with. Stop
before you get hurt."
He reached down and tugged at her pants one last time.
Gina's pussy exploded.
Her orgasm was so intense that her hips jerked back in the chair
with each throb, nearly tipping her over and spilling her to the floor.
Yet there were no moans of relief nor cries of ecstasy. from her, no
more than a hard, staccato "Uh! Uh! Uh!" as she throbbed. It was an
orgasm that was merely a release, devoid of the normal pleasure that
usually accompanied the act. As her vagina continued to convulse,
Victor said softly, "Go to your little dance tomorrow. Go show Jes a
good time. Go get yourself fucked. And don't concern yourself with
matters of which you have no understanding."
Her orgasm continued unabated through his whole speech to her, and
for a full minute more after he quietly walked out the door, driving
Gina almost as mad as her arousal had. When it finally faded, Gina felt
drained, her pussy no longer aroused, but not quite satisfied, and she
felt as if she had just been cheated.
In a daze, Gina slowly stood up. As she staggered towards her bed,
she noticed that the pants felt looser. She reached down and tugged at
the waist, and discovered that it had some give. Finally, she tried the
belt. It quickly came undone in her fingers.
Gina shuddered. He had released her. But he had done it because he
wanted to, not because she needed it. What seemed like a mercy at first
was anything but, for it simply emphasized just how much control he
appeared to have.
Gina awoke in the middle of the night from a very fitful sleep, her
body having tossed and turned until the sheets lay twisted around her
and the blanket yanked from one corner of the mattress. She lay naked
on her bed, staring up at the dark ceiling. She had been so tired when
she finally went to bed that she collapsed into bed right after her
shower and drifted off without bothering to change into her night
clothes. Yet even as tired as she had been, her sleep had been anything
but peaceful, as unsettling as her dreams had been.
She could not get the Rite of Denial out of her head. She had gone
back and read the story after Victor had gone, and it told her nothing
more than it had before, even when she could look at it without getting
as excited. It didn't make any sense to her. She understood how being
denied orgasm could affect someone adversely, having just been
tormented with that herself, but to go mad from simply being aroused?
Gina remembered times she became sexually aroused when it was
inappropriate, where she had to wait until she had a moment alone to
satisfy it. She remembered being distracted by it. She remembered it
making her tense. She remembered it making her find a sexual context in
everything she looked at. But she could not remember it being something
she would consider a torture.
The more she thought about it, the more she wondered if she were
making the wrong connection. The Rite of Denial, no matter how bad it
might be, certainly could not kill someone, could it? Surely it was
something else that killed that girl?
Gina turned over and tried to get back to sleep, but before she
could drift off again, muffled sounds of distress floated through the
darkness to her ears.
With a pang of guilt, she remembered that Victor said he had not
yet punished her mother for her latest transgression. As the sounds of
anguished yet subdued moaning steadily rose, she realized that he must
be tending to it right that moment.
She tried desperately to ignore it. She tried to stuff her pillow
over her head, but still she heard them. The sounds were urgent and
pleading, tormented and piteous, but from the way they continued
unabated, they obviously had little effect in the way of finding mercy.
Yet they were not accompanied by the soft smacking sounds of a hard
paddle against tender flesh. Whatever he was doing, it was very
different.
Gina could not stand it anymore. Her own curiosity was getting the
better of her. And as much as she was loathe to admit it, the sounds
were making her tingle with renewed excitement.
She slipped out of bed. She did not bother putting anything on, as
there hardly seemed any point now that he had already seen her naked.
Cautiously she opened the door, her mother's muffled cries coming to
her more clearly. Just from the sound of her lament, it was obvious to
Gina that she had been gagged.
She looked towards her mother's bedroom, and again saw the
flickering candlelight reflected on the wall. Was every punishment like
this, she wondered? Was every disciplining a ritual, a ceremony, a
sacred event?
Gina did not feel quite as much fear as she did the first time she
walked this hallway at night. It was as if she were resigning herself
to the notion that there was little more Victor could do to her. She
padded carefully to the doorway and very slowly peered inside.
Gina had been right about her mother's voice, as she could easily
see the large red ball gag lodged in her mouth. She was stretched out
on the bed on her back this time, naked, her wrists tied tightly to the
headboard. Her feet were also restrained, but in a rather curious
manner. Two metal bars had been placed across the foot of the bed, one
at the level of the mattress, and one about six inches above it and
further forward. Roberta's ankles were held down to the bottom bar with
thick metal loops. Her feet were anchored in front of the top bar by
another metal loop, one around each big toe. A very thin chain had been
wrapped around the littlest toe, and the other end secured to the
bedpost on that side, the chain pulled very taut, forced her toes to be
spread apart.
Victor sat in a chair facing the bottoms of Roberta's helpless
feet, sitting quite at ease, his hand holding a long feather, the tip
of which he leisurely brushed against Roberta's toes. He dipped the
feather between them, wriggling it in and out, just making the lightest
contact with the skin.
As simple as this was, as wholly non-painful as a punishment can
get, it was quite obvious to Gina as she watched with wide and rapt
eyes that it was just as effective.
Roberta writhed constantly on the bed, her feet jerking against the
cold metal that so cruelly held them locked in place, cries of agony
emerging from behind her gag. Her leg muscles twitched and contracted,
trying to pull herself away, straining uselessly against her
restraints.
Gina swallowed. She knew her mother was an extremely ticklish
woman. This was worse than a paddling to her.
Victor slid the feather towards one of her little toes and prodded
the spot between the smallest and its neighbor. Roberta gasped and
wriggled her toes madly to stop the sensation. It was in vain, for now
that he had found a particularly sensitive spot, he lay the feather
there and slid it back and forth in a gentle see-saw motion. Roberta
uttered a strident groan, and tears trickled from the corners of her
eyes.
"Amazing, isn't it, Roberta?" Victor said softly. "You grow aroused
even from this."
Her mother made a noise that sounded like denial.
Victor laughed. "You forget that I can see your pussy from her,
Roberta. It is quite, quite moist. Yes, you know you are aroused. You
crave the punishment even as much as your shun it."
Gina felt her pulse quicken. She retreated partially back into the
hall again when he shifted in his seat.
Victor withdrew the feather from between Roberta's toes and played
it along the arch of her foot. "That's really the mark of a true slave,
isn't it?" he continued. "Everything your master does excites you. You
live for the attention that you receive from him, whether good or bad."
Gina's mother was panting, as if proving his words. Gina suddenly
felt very warm.
"And, Roberta," Victor said in a lower voice, thought edged with
excitement. "/She/ is just like that as well."
"Nnnuurgh!" Roberta cried shaking her head violently.
"Stop denying it. You know this to be true."
Victor stood up. Gina stifled a gasp and took a step back until she
was sure he was not coming from her. When she returned her gaze to the
inside of the bedroom, he was standing by the side of the bed, running
the feather very slowly up the inside of Roberta's thighs. Roberta
trembled, moaning deeply and desperately.
"Stop interfering, Roberta," Victor whispered in a deadly voice.
"You feel aroused now. You feel teased and tormented." He flicked the
tip of the feather at her clitoris, making her shudder and her hips
rise. "You feel a great need for my attentions on you. You don't care
how I do it. My finger, my tongue, my cock, it matters not. Imagine not
getting it. Imagine being /denied/."
The way he spoke the word made Gina shiver despite how flushed she
felt.
Roberta turned her head to one side, breathing hard.
"Once more, Roberta. Once more and it is the Rite. And /she/ will
follow. And, hopefully ..." Victor flicked the feather at one of her
nipples. Roberta whimpered mournfully. " ... Hopefully she will make
better decisions that you have lately."
Gina withdrew from the doorway and quickly headed back to her room.
By the time she got back, her heart was pounding hard in her chest and
she was trembling.
She was starting to understand something. The cult was not just
about physical slavery. It was a complete enslavement, mind and body.
Something was done to them, something changed them, to make them crave
their own enslavement, preventing them from even wanting to get out.
They made them grow excited no matter what was done to them, no matter
how cruelly they were treated.
Yet her mother must not be completely converted. She can resist
him. She still needed "correction".
Gina swallowed and looked down. She gently slid a hand down and
between her legs. Her folds were damp again. She took a deep breath and
let it go, trying to stop herself from stroking herself, already
knowing it was futile.
For the first time, Gina realized she was in danger herself.
Whatever he was doing to her mother and to Stephanie, it was spilling
over to her. She couldn't worry about Stephanie anymore. She had to
worry about her mother.
Gina lay herself down on her bed. She let her hand continue plying
her cunt, her wet heat enveloping her fingers in musky moisture. If she
could just get herself through Halloween ... if Victor and his cohorts
did their little ceremony ... if they were content with taking
Stephanie ... maybe they would leave her mother alone. Or at least she
would have some time to think of something to do.
Yes, that's it. Just survive the next day. Get through it, and she
could have room to breathe.
Gina's moans joined those of her mother as she surrendered herself
to her desire.
Gina arose the next morning with the specific intent to avoid her
mother. Her reasoning was this: if she did not interact with her
mother, she would not tempt her mother to disobey Victor and earn the
Rite of Denial.
Fortunately, the fact that Roberta was still in bed when she headed
out of her room with her books also helped, but it did not stop him
from running into Victor at the bottom of the stairs.
"I'm sure you're disappointed you cannot wear your lovely costume
again until tonight," Victor said with a smile that held a trace of
smugness to it.
Gina said nothing, and simply looked impassively back at him,
managing to hold her gaze level with his steel-blue eyes.
A bit of Victor's smile faded, as if he were hoping for some other
reaction. "Take care, Gina," he said, his eyes turning cold. "Remember
what I told you yesterday."
"I remember, sir," Gina said neutrally. She gripped her books more
tightly to prevent herself from trembling, from showing even the least
bit of weakness in front of him.
"Perhaps, Gina, you'll get to read the final chapter of that story
series that has had you so fascinated," Victor said silkily. "And
perhaps, the ending will be a surprise to you."
Gina blinked and gave him a nonplussed look.
"Run along to school, now. And be sure you're home promptly, so you
have time for dinner before your wonderful night out this All Hallow's
Eve."
Gina shuddered, quickly edging past him and out the door.
She let the front door slam behind her, not caring if that perhaps
violated yet another unspoken rule of Victor's. She fled down the steps
and across the driveway, jogging quickly through the cold morning air.
She kicked up dirt behind her as she pounded across the turnoff to
Shady Lane and was just about to start up the hill and onto Fairview
Drive.
"Giiinnnaaa ...!"
Gina skidded to a sudden stop.
The call had been faint and ethereal, a hauntingly echoing voice
riding on the icy morning breeze. Gina stood, petrified, her eyes wide,
her breath fogging in front of her face. She swallowed and slowly
turned her head.
"Ginnnaaa ...!"
Gina gasped loudly as the call came again, from somewhere down
Shady Lane, stronger this time. It sounded like a girl's voice.
"Y-yes?" Gina called out, her heart hammering. "Who-who's there?"
"Giinnaa ...!"
She swallowed and started towards the path, her eyes shifting back
and forth quickly. She looked back towards the house for any sign that
Victor had heard the voice as well, but everything was quiet and still,
and there was no movement in any of the windows.
"Gina!" came the cry again, and this time it was more distinct, and
she recognized it at once.
"S-stephanie??"
"Gina, please!"
And then Gina blinked in surprise, for all at once, Stephanie was
simply there.
She was standing off the side of the road, leaning up against a
tree. She was still in her frilly french maid outfit, and despite the
chill of the morning against her skin, she was not shivering. She was,
however, panting, as if she had run a long way. She staggered, barely
able to walk, her legs bending at the knees, her feet spread apart.
Gina ran over to the girl, and as she got closer and could hear the
noises that she was making, they sounded nothing like a girl who was
winded from exertion. As soon as Gina came to a stop before her,
Stephanie looked up with half-lidded eyes.
"I c-can't get it to stop, Gina," she murmured huskily. "It ...
M-my costume ... something in the bottom piece ... it keeps me wet
a-all the time ..."
Gina bit her lip and glanced worriedly towards the house. From this
position, several thick trees blocked most of the side of her house
from view, though not all of it. She took a step so that she was in a
direct line between the house and Stephanie. She could at least give
her that much protection.
"I can't take it off!" Stephanie wailed. "Not even the garters! Not
even ...!"
"Shhh!" Gina hissed desperately. "Please, Stephanie, you have to be
quiet! Victor is ..."
"Why's he d-doing this to me, Gina?" Stephanie begged. "/How/ is he
doing it?"
Gina sighed despondently. "I don't know, Stephanie, but ..."
"Victor w-wants me ... wants me t-to ..." Stephanie choked. She
took a step towards Gina and moaned as her pussy squished against the
crotch of her costume. "He wants me to ... t-to have sex with my
b-boyfriend tonight. I ... "
(she will no longer be virginal when she is ready for us)
/Oh, dear God, that's it,/ Gina thought as the revelation came to
her. That was the explanation for dressing Stephanie like this. The
same things that he was doing to Gina to drive her mad with distraction
were the same things he was using on Stephanie to "prepare" her for the
cult.
"Gina, I ... if I do that and my parents find out ...!"
"Stephanie, listen to me!" Gina said. "Listen to me carefully.
Whatever you do, do not have sex tonight. Do you hear me?"
Stephanie moaned again. "But if I-I'm this horny, Gina ..."
"No! Don't do it! Don't let him do it. Any night but tonight. Wait
until tomorrow. Just not tonight. Not on Halloween. Do you hear me?"
Stephanie gaped at Gina. "Yes, I hear you, but ..."
"/Gina!/"
Gina uttered a yelp and whirled around, backing up a step to better
hide Stephanie from view. As she did, she just caught a glimpse of
Victor leaning out of the dining room window. She swallowed. "Y-yes,
sir?" she called back.
"What are you doing over there, Gina?" Victor asked. "You will be
late for your bus."
"I ... I-I thought I saw ... s-saw something over here sir."
A pause. "Saw what?" he asked, suspicion creeping into his voice.
Gina's mind raced. "Just ... someone's cat," she said quickly. "But
it ran off when I got here."
Another pause. "You'll have time enough for that another day,
Gina," he said in a lower voice. "Run along to school."
"Yes, sir."
She waited until he had closed the window before letting herself
breathe again. "Stephanie, I can't stay any longer," she whispered. "If
he catches me again, I'll really ... Stephanie? ... Steph ..."
But when she turned around, the girl had again vanished without a
trace.
Gina had to hope that she had managed to help Stephanie in some
way. She hoped she had interpreted correctly what she had overheard.
She was not sure what it meant. She did not know why it mattered to
them that she have sex before they took her in. Most mystic cults she
had read about in fantasy or online fiction wanted their new initiates
to be virginal.
At least now she had eased her conscience a bit, and could focus on
dealing with her mother and Victor.
The day seemed to go by in a blur, time playing one of those funny
tricks as it did with many, passing by quickly when all one wanted was
for it to traverse slowly. She did not share the same excitement that
everyone else at her school appeared to feel towards the dance that
night. If anything, she was dreading it, for she was torn between
wanting to leave early and spare her the embarrassment of a costume
that would keep her constantly horny, and staying as late as possible
and minimize the chance of getting her mother in trouble with Victor
again.
But the one thing she was dreading more than the dance that day was
her English literature class.
Gina had to stop herself from shuddering when Terri Hollis flashed
a pleasant smile at her as Gina entered the room. Even though it was no
different than her usual greeting, all Gina could think about was what
the woman had made her mother do the day before, how she had pulled
Roberta to her like a dog on a leash and made her lap at her cunt like
a bitch in heat.
Terri naturally conducted the class as if nothing had happened,
which made Gina resent the woman even more. She would have almost
preferred that her teacher drop her a wink or a knowing nod, at least
acknowledging what she had did. It mattered not to her that Terri did
not even know her student had witnessed the event in the first place.
Gina was actually grateful when the bell rang and immediately
bolted from her seat.
"Gina, may I see you a moment?"
She almost did not heed her teacher's request. She took a deep
breath to calm herself as best as she could and turned back towards the
teacher's desk. "Yes, Miss Hollis?" she asked in a quavering voice.
Terri looked past Gina and waited until the rest of the students
had left the room before speaking. She smiled at Gina. "Looking forward
to this evening, Gina?"
Gina swallowed. "Um ... I-I guess so," she said hesitantly.
"Still wrestling with that little ... issue you mentioned last
week?"
Gina nodded silently.
Terri paused a moment. "You know, Gina," she said in a soft voice.
"You could do worse than Jes."
"What?"
"There are worse boys than him that could ask you to go that far."
Gina felt flushed and did not reply. Why was she saying this to
her?
The corner of Terri's mouth flickered into a small smirk. "Jes is
rather popular with the girls, Gina," she said. "I sincerely doubt this
would be his first time with a girl, if you know what I mean."
Gina felt the unwanted emotions threatening to wash over her again.
"Miss H-hollis, I ... I don't think I'll do it."
A pause. "Really, now," she said evenly.
"It's my decision, isn't it?" Gina said defiantly.
"Well, certainly it is, Gina. But ... is that what you want?"
Gina sighed. That was not a fair question. It was not a matter of
what she wanted, or she wouldn't be trying to ignore the heat in her
loins. "I'm not ready," she said simply.
Terri leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. Some of her
calm veneer was cracking. "Be careful about making statements like
that, Gina," she admonished.
"Wouldn't I be the best judge of when I'm ready?"
"That depends, now," she said, her voice a silky tone that Gina
often heard from Victor. "Sometimes people don't realize they're ready
for it until it's about to happen. You don't want to burn your bridges
now, do you?"
"Well ... no, but ..."
"Then perhaps you should refrain from being hasty. Decide when the
time comes, not now. So much can happen, Gina, in such a short time."
Gina shivered.
Terri smiled in satisfaction. "That's all, Gina," she said. "I'll
see you at the dance tonight."
Gina quickly fled from the classroom.
No, she would not do it. She would not have sex with Jes, no matter
how much her infernal custom tried to prime her for it, no matter how
much Victor might want he to do it, no matter what Terri Hollis thought
about it. Not tonight. Not
(she will no longer be virginal)
on Halloween. Just as a precaution. Not that she believed she was
in as much trouble as Stephanie was, but ... it never hurt to play it
safe.
Gina went straight home, and she put extra effort into being
properly obedient to Victor. She made sure she called him "sir" each
time she spoke; she answered any question promptly; she did not give
the smallest hint of disagreement; and most of all, she studiously
avoided even so much as her mother's gaze.
She even sat through the dinner meal without so much as a glance
from her eyes that could be considered out of place. When dinner was
over, and as her mother cleared the table, she dutifully turned to
Victor and asked, "Shall I go get ready for the dance now, sir?"
Roberta paused for just the briefest of moments after hearing this
so graciously and politely -- and so obediently -- expressed from her
daughter. She uttered a short, despondent sigh and continued with her
task, carrying a load of dirty dishes into the kitchen with a brusque,
frustrated step.
Victor smiled at Gina. "Rather eager of you suddenly, isn't it?" he
said.
"Well, I don't want to hold up Jes when he arrives, sir," Gina
said, which was partially true.
"Or just perhaps, Gina, you are starting to look forward to the
prospects of what the evening shall bring?"
Shall bring. Not might bring. Shall bring. Gina felt a twinge of
anxiety, but ignored it. She managed a smooth smile. "Yes, sir, I just
might at that."
Victor appeared pleased. "Splendid. Yes, Gina, you may go get
ready. Certainly I would enjoy another look at you in your costume
before I am forced to hand you over to Jes for the evening."
Gina quickly rose from the table before the smile on her face could
waver.
Upstairs in her room, her heart started to thud in her chest as she
slipped off her normal clothes and began to shimmy her body into the
tight-fitting costume. So far, so good. She had managed to avoid
causing anyone any grief whatsoever. Victor had not uttered a single
whisper of complaint against her, or more importantly, her mother.
Roberta had remained absolutely silent the entire evening, even when
Victor gave her orders. Perhaps Victor had decided to require her
silence as an added punishment. If this could last just a little longer
...
She slipped the last part of her costume in place, pulling her
breasts up as she secured the straps, feeling her nipples being rubbed
as she did so. She took a deep breath and let it go, glancing over
towards the bathroom.
She realized that she had never actually looked at herself in this
costume. Curious, she walked carefully towards it, watching herself so
her heels did not snag the carpet. As she had expected, the pants clung
unnaturally to her mound, stroking her pussy with each step. It was not
going to be any easier that night than it had any other time she had
worn this.
Her shoes clacked loudly against the tile floor as she stepped into
the bathroom. She turned towards the mirror, and her breath caught in
her throat.
Gina was astonished by what she saw. While she certainly never
considered herself unattractive, and she knew the costume made her look
good, she had not expected this. It was as if a whole different person
was staring back at her. She looked incredibly sexy. She didn't think
her breasts were this full and round, or her hips this gracefully
rounded, or her waist this beautifully slim. She turned and closed the
door so she could look at herself in the full length mirror. The effect
on her legs was stunning. They looked long and slinky, her thighs
wonderfully shaped.
She smiled. The costume was not all that bad, actually.
She opened the door and headed out of her room and slowly descended
the stairs. She did not mind quite as much this time as Victor looked
on with a rather pleased and not a little desirous look on his face.
Even as she felt her cunt grow steamy again from her pants, she
actually enjoyed the attention.
Next to Victor, Roberta stood with an impassive look on her face as
she watched her daughter. Gina risked a glance at her and could not
tell what the woman was feeling at that point. Quickly Gina looked
away. It was not going to be much longer, and then her mother would be
safe.
"Ah, you looked wonderful, Gina," Victor said. He chuckled and in a
softer and conspiratorial tone of voice, he added, "And if you would
pardon my crudeness for a moment, my dear, I would say that you look
what the boys nowadays would refer to as ... very /fuckable/."
Gina felt her cheeks burn at this comment, but it simply matched
the similar feeling between her thighs. "Thank you, sir," she said in a
weak voice.
"And you are ready just in time, Gina, for I believe I heard a car
drive ... ah."
The doorbell rang.
Victor turned to Roberta, snapped his fingers, and silently jammed
a finger towards the stairs. Without a word, Gina's mother walked
sedately up the stairs and into her bedroom, the door closing behind
her.
"Now, Gina," Victor said, taking her arm and leading her towards
the door. "Stand over to the side of the entryway for a moment, just
out of sight. Let's make this a bit if an entrance, hmm?"
"Uh, yes, sir," Gina said. She momentarily glanced back towards the
upstairs landing.
Victor smiled at her, then stepped forward and opened the door.
"Ah, you must be the young pirate named Jes."
Gina heard Jes' poor imitation of a pirate come through the front
door. "Aye, shiver me timbers, matey, but if it be the old sea dog
himself, Mr. Caligano!"
Victor laughed merrily. "Oh, quite a spot-on rendition, young man!
But I am not Gina's father, merely a good friend of the family."
"Oh, sorry about that," Jes said in his normal voice. "Is Gina
ready, sir?"
"Quite so, young man, and I daresay you will be quite pleased with
her choice of costume."
Gina swallowed. Her nervousness was starting to make her hands
tremble. It was just hitting her now that she was going to be with this
boy the whole evening.
"She wouldn't tell me what it was, sir," Jes said. "Said she wanted
it to be a surprise."
"Then I do believe it will be a pleasant one." Victor stepped to
the side and gave a dramatic flourish with his arm.
Gina took a deep breath and stepped out from the side.
Jes started greeting her as soon as he saw her coming into view.
"Hey, Gina! Yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of ... /whoa!/"
Jes' jaw would have fallen to the floor at that moment had it not
been firmly attached to his skull. His eyes had opened as wide as
saucers, staring in rapt amazement at Gina.
Gina blushed anxiously again, though admittedly on some level she
was rather flattered at his reaction. She even managed to smile a bit
as she beheld his costume. It was indeed quite a good one, not quite as
garish as some of them tend to be. At least this one did not have a
dumb stuffed parrot on one shoulder.
And she could not help but notice that the bottom part of his
costume displayed the rounded bulge of his privates rather nicely. As
her eyes lingered on it for another moment, a more distinct bulge grew
slowly along the center of it, making her feel warm.
"I would say that was a ringing endorsement, Gina, if you can make
a boy like Jes speechless," Victor said with a sly grin.
Now Jes' cheeks colored slightly at this comment. "Gina, you ...
you look ... fabulous!" His eyes drifted down to her feet. "Wow, can
you actually, you know, walk in those?"
"Show him, Gina," Victor said.
Gina should have known that was coming. She strolled slowly back
and forth a few times before Jes, feeling vaguely like a prostitute
strutting her body for a prospective customer. The pants churned
against her already damp pussy.
Jes swallowed and licked his lips, staring at her with barely
disguised desire. "Wow," he whispered to himself, the ache in his
crotch growing rather pronounced.
"You two should run along to the dance now, kids," Victor said with
a fatherly smile. "And Jes, no worries about curfew tonight."
Jes blinked. "Say what?"
"No curfew," he repeated. "This is a special night for Gina, being
her first Halloween dance and all. Why spoil it with time limits?"
Jes grinned broadly. "My thoughts exactly, sir!" he said brightly.
He looked eagerly at Gina.
Well, this was it, Gina thought. She started towards the door.
She had just barely registered the sound of a door opening upstairs
when she heard her mother's voice from the top of the stairs. "Gina,
dear, wait."
/Oh no!/ Gina thought in horror, and turned towards the stairs.
At first she was relieved. Her mother was not naked. She was
wearing a dress, even though from the way she now descended the stairs,
and the way her breasts bounced under it and the fact that her feet
were still bare, it was the only thing she was wearing.
But then her relief turned to fear when she glanced at Victor, who
was also looking up, and saw the rigid, rock-like expression on his
face.
"Roberta," he said in a low, even voice. "I thought you were not
feeling well this evening."
"Certainly you don't want me to miss seeing my daughter off to her
first Halloween dance, do you?" she asked.
Jes raised an eyebrow. He sensed something was odd here, but he
felt it was really none of his business. He had heard that Gina's
mother was a little strange anyway. All those rumors about what she
/really/ did at the Li'l Missy Inn. He decided it was best just to be
quiet. Besides, this way he could quietly enjoy the view of Gina's ass,
and not do anything that would jeopardize his chances of seeing a whole
lot more of that body before the evening was out.
Gina could not read Victor's face. He was schooling his expression
so carefully because of Jes that he could have been feeling anything at
the moment. But she had the sinking feeling that her mother had just
gotten into trouble again, and now Gina was going to have to leave the
house!
Gina stepped up to her mother quickly, meeting her halfway across
the room. "Mother, why?" Gina whispered huskily.
Roberta smiled as if she had not heard her daughter say a word.
"Oh, you do look lovely, dear," she gushed. "Come give me a hug."
Gina opened her mouth, totally nonplussed as her mother embraced
her. Slowly she put her arms around her mother.
"You're so lovely, Gina," her mother said. There was a pain in her
voice. "You've grown up f-far too fast."
"Mom, did you have permission to ..."
Her mother broke off the embrace, smiling, holding each of her
daughter's arms in her hands. Gina felt something in her mother's right
hand scrape softly on her skin. "Now, Gina, I want you to have a nice
time," Roberta said. Her hands slid down towards Gina's, and she felt
it again. "A very nice time, Gina, I mean that."
Their hands touched. Gina's eyes widened as her mother shoved
something into her hand. Gina gave a short little gasp and very quickly
curled her fingers tightly around it and dropped her hand to her side.
"Now ... off to the dance with you, Gina, and remember ..." Roberta
said, and this time there was a quaver in her voice. "Please remember
... I love you."
Gina swallowed. "I l-love you, too," she said in a barely audible
voice.
She turned and headed towards the door, Jes smiling at her. She
slid her eyes over to Victor's face with mounting dread ...
... and found a most satisfied smile upon his face.
Gina hesitated in her confusion.
"Get going, Gina," Victor said, eyes glittering. "You don't want to
be late."
Gina gripped the piece of note paper in her hand like a vise and
headed out with Jes.
The cool evening air nipped at her exposed skin, but she did not
notice. Jes glanced behind him as the front door closed to the house.
"Boy, Gina, that costume is ... wow!" he said. He laughed. "I just hope
Miss Hollis lets you in the door with that one."
Gina gave him a wan smile. "I have a feeling she'll have no problem
with it, Jes."
"Hope you're right." He grinned at her and added in a lower voice,
"Though if she does, I'm sure we can find something else to do
tonight."
Gina nodded. The pants felt slick against her pussy, each clack of
her heels against the driveway another gentle stroke against her tender
flesh, each light bounce of her breasts a tingle on her hardened
nipples.
Jes kept looking at her as they headed to his car, which was an SUV
parked in front of the driveway, his eyes darting to her jiggling
bosom, her swinging hips, her lusciously smooth and silky legs. He was
already starting to feel aroused by her, and now truly hoped Miss
Hollis would send the both of them away directly. He had much better
ideas of what he wanted to do with this girl that night. It was what he
had intended from the start. The unpopular, shy girls were /always/
easy, he discovered, but he never thought in a million years that Gina
was not only easy, but drop-dead sexy as well.
Or, as Victor had put it, very /fuckable/.
Until then, he played the part of the gentleman. He opened the
passenger door for her and helped her in before dashing around to the
driver's side and hopping in. With nary a pause between slamming the
door and turning the key in the ignition, he pealed away from the curb,
flipped a ragged U-turn, and sped up Fairview Drive.
Gina still had the note in her hand. She unfolded it briefly and
saw that it indeed had writing on it, but it was too dim in the car to
read it, as there were no street lamps along this stretch of Fairview
Drive.
"You really do look nice in that outfit, Gina," Jes said with a
grin, glancing over to her. "Where did you get it?"
Gina quickly crushed the note back into her hand. "Uh ... my ...
Victor got it for me."
"Victor? Oh, is he the dude that answered the door?"
Gina nodded.
Jes chuckled. "Wish more girls had 'friends of the family' like
that."
Gina paused. A small smile played across her lips. "You really
think I look good in this?" she asked.
"Gina, you look more than okay in that. I'm going to have a hard
time keeping the other guys away from you tonight."
She blushed at the idea, but rather liked the compliment.
"Just remember that you're my date, okay?" he said. Despite the
smile on his face, there was an undertone of seriousness to his voice.
"Yes, I'll remember." She managed a small chuckle. "I better
remember, since you're the one that drove me to the dance in the first
place. I wouldn't want to be stranded."
"Oh, trust me, Gina," Jes said with a sly grin reminiscent of
Victor. "That's one thing you won't have to worry about. You'll
definitely be coming with me after the dance."
Gina felt a small shudder at the way he phrased that, and a tingle
of excitement as well. Even though she sat still in her seat, the small
bumps and dips in the road made her pants rub against her mound,
keeping her at a constant low level of sexual arousal. A small part of
her was actually looking forward to the end of the dance and what might
happen.
The soon reached the intersection with Orchard Street, which headed
west towards the High School. As he made the turn, pale light from
street lamps shone through the windows. While Jes was preoccupied with
traffic, Gina quickly unfolded the note and held it to the light. What
it said was short and simple, but made her heart leap into her throat:
/Please no sex!!!/
Gina quickly crumpled the note back up and squeezed it tightly in
her hand. /No sex./ Her mother had told her not to have sex. Why? Why
would she tell her such a thing?
(she will no longer be virginal)
She glanced back over to Jes. She could feel a growing longing, a
desire to really experience what it was all about, yet here at the last
minute she was being told no.
But why give /her/ the warning? It was Stephanie they wanted,
right? It shouldn't matter what Gina did.
Should it?
Gina felt her anxiety mounting again as Jes pulled into the parking
lot of Haven High School. There were already a good number of cars
present, and several small gaggles of students in costume hanging out
nearby. The familiar nerves she had about being around a large crowd of
people made her stomach flutter, and she suddenly felt very vulnerable,
more so than if she had been stark naked.
Gina hoped that Jes would park away from the others, but he instead
pulled right up near the closest knot of students, grinning from ear to
ear. He knew he was going to have the sexiest-looking date of any guy
at that dance, and he damn well intended to show her off like a trophy.
He had not expected to do that with her, but damned he be if he were
not going to take advantage of it and score a few more points on the
teenage popularity meter.
Gina reached for the door handle after her turned the engine off,
but he quickly tapped the master lock button and stopped her. "No, no,"
he said, waving an admonishing finger. "Allow me."
Gina flashed a weak smile at him. She waited until he came around
the passenger side and opened the door for her, taking her hand and
escorting her from the car. As she looked up, she saw that none of the
others had quite noticed them yet, laughing at some joke one of them
made. She hoped to remain inconspicuous, but her heels made a distinct
clacking noise against the asphalt, and it took only a few steps before
one of the other boys glanced in her direction. He promptly did a
double-take, and then let loose with a loud, long wolf-whistle that
stopped conversation just about everywhere in the parking lot.
Gina swallowed and felt her cheeks burned as she was now subjected
to the burning, lustful stares of about a dozen male teenagers and the
shocked and jealous stares of almost an equal number of females.
As Jes escorted her towards the school, he made no attempt to
hurry, letting everyone get an eyeful. As a result, Gina got an earful
in return. From the boys, uttered exclamations of surprise mixed with
comments that ranged from mildly appreciative to downright lewd and
revolting. From the girls, she heard muttered grumblings over Jes
having chosen a slut over them, or questioning just how much she had
stuffed her top, or suggesting she was better off at a whorehouse
rather than the school.
Gina felt her heart beating fast, but in excitement rather than in
fear or distress. What a stir she was causing! And all because she
looked really sexy in this outfit. Moreover, she was starting to /feel/
that way.
As she walked, her cunt grew hot and moist. She almost welcomed it.
Up ahead of them on the school steps stood Terri Hollis, dressed as
a witch. She was stopping each student that approached the doors,
giving them a check over before letting them proceed. One boy she
started to let through, then abruptly grabbed his arm and hauled him
back. With a look of disdain on her face she plucked a very small
bottle of Vodka from a pocket on the boy's wizard's robes.
She confiscated it and sent the boy away.
"Shit," Jes murmured. "I hope we can get in with that costume of
yours."
Gina felt a bit of trepidation as they walked up to her. Terri
smiled pleasantly at the two of them. "Good evening, and Happy
Halloween," she said.
"Um, evening, Miss Hollis," Jes said with an impish though uneasy
grin.
"Now, before you go in, you have nothing on your person that is
against the rules?"
"Oh, no, not at all, Miss Hollis," Jes said. He snorted and jerked
a thumb over his shoulder. "Can't believe how stupid that other guy
was."
Terri looked over to Gina and grinned. "It's obvious you're not
carrying anything. Where would you put it?"
Gina gave her a polite smile and Jes managed a chuckle. Feeling
like he needed to make a save, he said, "Um, if her costume is too
much, I have another jacket in the car that ..."
"Oh, no, she's quite fine, Jes."
Jes paused in surprise, and then slowly smiled. "Of course, Miss
Hollis."
"I would say she'll be quite the center of attention," Terri
commented. "Now, go inside and have some fun."
Jes grinned and quickly ushered Gina inside.
Truer words had not been spoken by anyone else that night.
Gina did indeed attract a crowd, a thick semi-circle of boys that
before now had never noticed her, but suddenly found her to be utterly
fascinating. Gina was actually grateful for it at first, for it
shielded her from the much bigger crush of people in the center of the
room. But as time went on, she grew increasingly uneasy. Their presence
and the attention they lavished on her was making her excited in ways
that her costume alone could not. She was distracted from this only
when Jes was standing close by to her, and then her thoughts swung
towards him instead. The more the boys crowded around her, the closer
he stood, until he finally placed an arm around her waist, as if
claiming her. This made Gina's skin flush hot to the point where she
started to perspire.
Jes finally had enough of the attention himself and started urging
Gina away from the others, walking her over to the punch table. He gave
her a smirk. "Boy, you're really causing a stir, huh?" he said with a
short laugh.
Gina smiled weakly. "I was sort of surprised myself."
"I just never knew you ... you looked so nice."
She felt her skin tingle at the praise. Her eyes darted over him,
drifting downward briefly, alighting on the bulge between his legs. She
looked up and swallowed, Jes gazing back at her with a desirous look in
his eyes.
"Let's not stay too late," Jes said. He took a step towards her.
Gina took a half-step backwards, but her ass bumped against the
table behind her. He placed his hands on the edge of the table, an arm
on either side of her, trapping her where she was. She looked at him,
his face inches from her own.
"You don't like crowds anyway, right?"
Gina swallowed and shook her head, too anxious to speak.
"I think you're a really cool girl, Gina," Jes said, grinning. "I'd
love to just spend some time with you alone."
Gina's heart pounded. He wanted to be alone with her. He was
actually attracted to her. It was a novel experience for her. Even
though she had dated and had been asked on dates, she never had a guy
that blatantly tell her he liked her.
She glanced over to the clock, which had barely reached nine. It
was way too early for her to leave if she did not want to risk getting
her mother in trouble. And then there was her mother's written plea to
her. No sex.
She just wish she knew /why!/
"Maybe later, Jes," she finally said to him. "Not ... not right
now."
Jes gave her a smirk. "You do think I'm cool, too, don't you?"
"Huh? Oh, yes, of course," Gina said quickly, smiling nervously.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know, I just wanted to make sure. You being the silent
type and all that."
"No, really, you're okay. You're ... you're very nice," she said in
a softer voice.
Gina could not deny that she was growing steadily more and more
excited at his presence, feeling a heat beyond mere warmth at his
closeness to her.
"Well, good. Hey, how about this, Gina? We stay for a dance or two,
and then maybe think about heading out."
Gina blinked and felt trepidation creep over her. "D-dance?" she
asked in a small voice.
"Sure. That's what most everyone here came for anyway."
She glanced over his shoulder at the frenzied movements of some of
her peers. She sincerely doubted she could manage anything like that,
even without high-heels on. She started to shake her head. "Jes, I
don't know how to dance."
"Oh, it's not that hard, really."
"I ... I'd afraid of falling over in these things," Gina said
desperately, looking down at her feet briefly.
Jes gave a small sigh. When he spoke again, impatience was
beginning to edge his voice. "You can't be a wallflower all the time,
Gina. You have to live a little."
"But ..."
"Now, give me a minute for a bathroom break, and then we either
dance or we leave, okay?"
He turned and left her before she had a chance to reply.
Gina gave a forlorn sigh. She was not going to have much choice in
the matter. She was going to have to go home early and hope everything
worked out.
Gina had to move about the auditorium a bit as she waited to escape
being crowded by the other boys, some of whom were waiting eagerly to
jump at the chance of finding her alone now that there was a break in
the music. She glanced anxiously towards the doors that led to the main
corridor inside the school for Jes' return. When she finally spotted
him, she was about to start towards him when Terri Hollis suddenly
appeared and drew the boy's attention.
Gina stopped where she was and edged over to the side so she was
hidden from Terri's view behind a large skeleton hanging from the
ceiling. She watched as some words were exchanged, until Jes gave Terri
an inquisitive look, which was returned by a shrug. Terri then handed
to him a small folded piece of paper and promptly turned away. Gina
followed her teacher with her eyes briefly as Terri headed over to
where the deejay was seated before returning her gaze to Jes.
Jes took a few steps and opened the note. As he did, Gina could see
that the name "Jessie" had been written on the outside, with a large
heart as the dot over the "i". As his eyes scanned the note, a very
wide and satisfied smile came to his face, along with a touch of
smugness. Looking like the cat that just ate the canary, he folded the
note back up and tucked it into a pocket on his costume, and started
looking around.
Gina felt a vague sense of unease at what she had just seen and
shrunk further back behind the prop. What was that all about?
About that moment, the music started up again, and a knot of
students squeezed by her, forcing her to step out from behind the
skeleton. Jes saw her and eagerly jogged over to her.
Gina tried to take the initiative. "Jes, about what you said, I
think we ..."
And to her surprise, he reached over and placed a finger on her
lips.
"Shh," he said softly, grinning. "I understand completely, Gina."
"Huh? You do? But ..."
He took her hands and started leading her to the dance floor. She
was about to object and remind him of her inability to dance until she
saw that the deejay had switched to something with a slower tempo, and
all the others were moving much more slowly and much more closely.
Jes gave her a smile that made her heart pound.
"Now just don't worry about it any more, Gina," he said. "Just
follow my lead. For everything."
Gina swallowed, her legs trembling as she walked with him into the
middle of the dance. Before she could think to ask him what he meant by
that, he was sliding an arm around her waist and drawing him close
until she felt his warm body press against hers.
/Oh my God,/ Gina thought desperately.
Even the light touch of his body against hers was enough to send
her desires to a fever pitch. As the dance progressed, his strong hand
pressed into her back, caressing the bare skin lightly, pulling her
closer to him. She felt the soft mounds of her breasts touch his chest,
lightly at first, then harder, the flesh squeezed against him, her
nipples tingling and rippling with pleasure. His hand slid downward a
touch, fingers flirting with the waist of her pants. The gyrations of
her hips and her legs as he led her in dance made her costume stroke
her trapped cunt until it felt as if it were about to boil over with
her lust. She clutched at him, panting softly as her body was coaxed
into greater heights of arousal, an arousal with a whole new feeling to
it.
(Please no sex)
Her mother's admonishment to her seemed so out of place to her now,
so immaterial. It had made little sense to her before, and it was
making even less now. Jes was sparking a burning need inside her that
she was finding difficult to ignore. Never had she so badly wanted to
take that last step before in her life.
She barely noticed the music had stopped until Jes gently
extricated himself from her. She looked at him with a sultry gaze,
breathing quickly. She had to calm herself down! She could not make any
decisions in a state of mind like this!
Jes looked her over, his eyes sweeping her body quite obviously and
shamelessly. "That got you a bit excited, didn't it?" he asked with a
sly grin.
Gina was too nonplussed to reply.
"Just like you thought it would," he added.
Gina gave him an odd look. "Like /I/ thought ... I don't ..."
But he placed a finger against her lips again, and once again, she
silenced herself immediately. She found the gesture to be very erotic,
and it made her desire burn just that much more brightly inside her.
"No need for talk," Jes said. "I said I understand. You don't have
to talk."
Gina was thoroughly confused, and barely able to think from the
intense pressure in her loins. She swallowed again and tried to take a
deep breath to calm herself, but it did little good.
"This would be a good time to leave, don't you think?" Jes said
with a wide grin.
"Uh ... y-yes ... yes, we better," Gina said helplessly. What
choice did she have? If she stayed any longer with him, she knew she
might make a decision that she'd regret later. If she had any chance of
abiding by her mother's warning, she had to get out now while she still
had some of her wits about her.
A smugly smiling Jes started to lead Gina away from the dance
floor. They had barely gone a few steps when Terri Hollis suddenly
appeared before them.
"Gina," she said. "If you have a moment, I have a message for you."
Gina looked askance at her. "A message? About what? From whom?"
But Terri would not answer her. "If you just come this way?" she
said. "It will only take a moment."
Jes sighed through his nose, but did not dare say anything in
protest. He could not see himself telling his teacher to bug off
because he was about to get his chance to fuck a girl that had the hots
for him and didn't want anything to spoil it.
Anxiety rose in Gina as she followed Terri towards the main
corridor. She felt like everything was about to collapse in on her.
They emerged into the corridor, Terri carefully waiting until the
door swung closed before speaking. "I have a phone message from your
house."
"From my ... " Gina began, trailing off, her heart sinking. "Mom?!"
"Yes, it was about your mother," Terri said placidly. "Nothing the
matter, Gina. She just had to leave the house unexpectedly and might
not be home when you get there. She didn't want you to worry."
Gina's mind raced in full-blown panic. Her mother /had/ disobeyed
Victor! And now she had crossed him for the third time. And that meant
...
Terri started over towards the door back to the auditorium,
smiling. There was a faint bit of smugness to it. "Now, let's get back
to ..."
"What time is the ceremony, Miss Hollis?" Gina demanded.
Terri paused. She turned her head and raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Pardon?"
"The ceremony, Miss Hollis!" Gina cried. "The one being held at the
old church tonight!"
Her smiled faded a touch. "Ceremony? Old church? I'm afraid I don't
know what you're talking about, Gina," she said in a patronizing voice.
"Yes, you do, stop denying it. It's the Rite, isn't it? The Rite of
Denial?"
Terri remained silent.
Gina had no choice. If she got in trouble for it later, so be it.
"I overheard all of you," she said in a quavering voice. "You were at
my house yesterday. You and eleven others. In black robes. Talking
about ..."
Terri stormed up to her and loomed over her, causing Gina to
abruptly fall silent and to tremble silently, her teacher staring at
her with eyes like ice. "That's quite enough, Gina," she said in an
urgent, soft but angry voice. Her lips curled into a sneer. "So you
heard it. So you know about it. Big deal. It makes no difference to us
now. It's too late for you to do anything about it."
Gina's lip trembled. "You ... you have my mother ..." she breathed.
Terri smiled coldly. "Her own choice, Gina. You see, she was a /bad
little girl/."
Gina shuddered.
"Gina, just don't concern yourself with her. There's nothing you
can do."
"I ... I know about S-Stephanie too!" Gina blurted. "I'll tell the
police!"
Terri gave Gina a confused look for a moment. "Stephanie?" she said
absently. "Oh, yes, Stephanie Fowler. Lot's of luck getting the police
to believe you about that one, considering how long it's been."
Now it was Gina's turn to be confused. "But ..."
"You should get back to your date now, Gina," Terri said with a sly
grin. "I have a feeling he's very anxious to be with you again."
Gina swallowed. Despite her worry and her fear for her mother, her
body was still wracked with raw sexual desire. Now that her anger
towards Terri was slipping into despair, the feelings she had
temporarily ignored in her fury were flooding back to her.
Terri smiled. "You do really look quite darling in that costume,
Gina," she said with an evil chuckle. "And I'm sure Jes will just love
what it has done to you."
"I-I'm not going to ...!"
"Try telling that to Jes." Terri placed a hand on Gina's shoulder.
"Now, let's get you back to him before he thinks you've run off. After
all ... I'm sure he'd prefer you to be a /good little girl,/ now,
wouldn't he?"
The words had an electric effect on her. Gina could not get herself
to pull away from her teacher. She could not disobey her. She let
herself be led back into the auditorium and to the waiting Jes.
Yet as soon as Terri was out of earshot, Gina managed to shake off
her influence with tremendous effort. When Jes put an arm around her,
she clutched at him desperately. "Jes, take me out of here," she said
in a voice that was almost a moan. "Take me over on Old Fairview Drive,
where the old church ..."
"Of course, Gina," Jes said, smiling widely.
"I can't explain why, Jes, just ..."
"I said before, Gina, you don't need to. You don't need to say
anything. It will be fine, trust me."
Gina looked at him and uttered a long sigh. She had no choice in
the matter. She had to.
"Okay," she said, and let him led her out the door.
The drive down Orchard Street was quiet. Neither spoke a word to
each other. Gina kept looking anxiously out the window, wondering what
she was going to do. Jes kept making furtive glances at Gina, growing
slowly more excited the further he drove. He passed the intersection
with Fairview Drive and continued onward. Traffic vanished as he headed
into a less-traveled part of town, the street lamps becoming fewer and
further between, drowning the inside of the car in darkness.
Finally the car slowed as Jes made the turn at Old Fairview, tires
crunching as they rolled from asphalt to gravel and packed dirt, the
car headlights the only available light on this dark and moonless
Halloween night. Despite the clarity of the air and the straightness of
the road, the beams did not seem to pierce the nighttime shroud very
far, giving Gina a chill and making her feel as if she were wrapped up
in a cocoon.
So complete was the silence that she flinched when Jes spoke, even
though his voice was low and soft. "I know you probably don't want me
to mention it," Jes said. "But I have to tell you Gina. That was the
coolest thing any girl's done for me."
Gina looked over to him, though the only light that fell on her
face were from the dashboard lights, and he did not register her
surprise until she spoke. "I don't understand."
"The note, of course."
"The what?" Gina said, her voice faltering as she remembered what
Terri Hollis had handed him earlier. "Oh ... the note," she breathed,
her heart thumping.
"I've gotten love notes from girls before, Gina, but, ah, never
quite like that one."
Gina felt her insides twist. Terri Hollis had forged a note from
her. And she had no idea what it said.
"And that took guts, having Miss Hollis deliver it. She could have
just flipped it open right there and read it."
"What ... what part did you like best?" Gina asked in a nervous
voice.
Jes grinned. "A girl gives a note tell me she has the hots for me,
what's there not to like about it?"
"O-of course," she said shakily. She brought a trembling hand to
her breast, trying to steady her breathing so she could calm herself
and think. It was little use. She felt fear over what Terri had written
to him supposedly from her, and excitement over what Jes might expect
of her because of it. The desires that had been awakened in her now
stirred again, and her pussy grew excited and sensitive of its own
accord.
"I did everything you wanted, Gina," Jes said, his voice low and
husky. The car began to slow down. "I danced with you. Close. You said
it would drive you crazy. I made sure I didn't let you talk too much.
Don't let me protest, you said."
Gina started panting, heart racing as the car began to pull over.
"Jes ..." she said in a tiny voice.
"You wanted some place secluded," he continued, excitement rising.
"Somewhere quiet. Somewhere /dark/."
Gina swallowed as the car rolled to a stop. "J-jes, I d-didn't ..."
And then the headlights and dashboard lights died as the car was
turned off.
"Quiet now, Gina," Jes said in a soft but insistent voice near her
ear. "I want you to do everything. That's what you said. Everything."
She heard a movement, saw his vague outline shift. There was a
small click, and a tiny flashlight ignited. He dropped it to the floor
of the car between their seats, where it provided only a feeble light,
but more than enough for Jes to find her, and for it to begin, Victor's
words haunting her mind as it happened.
(A touch)
She felt his hand alight on her thigh, just at the top of her
fishnets. Gina trembled in her seat as she felt him as just a soft
presence against her, barely visible in the dimness.
(A caress)
Gina opened her mouth to protest, but nothing would come out. She
watched with eyes that were both scared and sultry as his fingers slid
across her flesh, slipping down along the inside of her thigh. Her body
flushed warm, then hot. Her loins ached, her legs quivering with the
desire to part for him. She managed to resist him for only another few
moments, for ...
(A growing insistence)
... then his need grew more urgent. He turned in his seat, leaning
over to her, the hand on her thigh tugging, softly at first, and then
more insistent. She made a last feeble attempt to stop him, to stop
herself and the cavalcade of lust and raw need that was threatening to
bury her and wash away all her thoughts of her mother and the trouble
she was in. She started to lean away from him, one hand groping for the
door handle.
(A cup of a hand around a soft breast)
"Uhn ..." Gina moaned as Jes' fingers squeezed her breast, her
voice a desperate, longing pant. Her hand fell away from the door
handle, her head tilting back, a breathy sigh issuing from her throat.
She felt a strap loosened behind her and come undone, the breast
bouncing free, a moment before ...
(A flick of a finger across aroused flesh)
... his finger flicked at her erect and already sensitized nipple,
making her writhe in her seat, bending forward to press herself more
firmly into his touch. He rubbed at it, squeezed it, tugged at it,
mercilessly sending shock waves of pleasure through her body. She
struggled to contain it, to will herself to lift her hands, to close
her legs against him. Then his hand left her breast, but before she
could seize the moment ...
(A stroke in an intimate place)
... his hand slid under her pants, and his fingers pressed directly
against aching, slick folds. The impact of his touch made her reel. She
had never felt anything but her own fingers in her own pussy, and it
held nothing to the touch of another. She panted heavily as he slid
over her clitoris and probed the lips guarding her vagina.
"Good Lord," Jes murmured in amazement. "I've never had a girl get
wet /this/ fast ..."
Her legs parted as wide as the could in the confined space of the
car. Her hips rose to his touch, urging him to probe her more deeply,
encouraging him to slide his finger inside her, where she moaned more
insistently. Her want was growing as great as his, the need for it to
be satisfied a powerful ache.
Gina was barely aware of the move to the back of the car. She did
remember seeing the blankets and the cushions laid our carefully in the
back of the SUV, the back seats already folded down. He had prepared
for this. This had been his intent all along even back when he first
asked her to the dance. She was an easy mark for him, an easy lay.
Gina didn't care. She gave into her intense need.
(A surrender)
Now her skirt slid from her hips and down her legs with a frantic
urgency of a boy who himself was more intensely aroused than he thought
possible. Already he had stripped himself, his hard, aching cock
bobbing in the dimness under him, the object of Gina's longing gaze.
Yet as frantic as he was, something told him to slow down. Do not get
it over with too fast. Play it out.
Gina gasped as he slid over her, her panting growing feverish with
anticipation, her legs parting willingly for him, her cunt hot and
swimming. She heard Jes' excited breathing above her as he positioned
himself over her. Gina tilted her head back as something swollen and
firm pressed against the lips of her pussy. The next moment ...
(A slow entry)
... she uttered a long, soft moan as she felt him slide into her,
igniting emotions she never felt before, paling in comparison to
anything she felt from her own hand, or from a story, or from her own
mind.
"Oh, man, Gina, you're tight ..." Jes murmured softly as his hips
started to rock against her.
Gina felt her mind as well as her body surrender to him. She was
his. Her pleasure was not simply the touch of him inside her but the
fact that she was giving him pleasure, that her body was there for him.
Her entryway was tight because it pleased him.
(A press of a body against another)
Gina felt his weight on her, his body pinning hers down, rendering
her helpless to resist him even if she were of the mindset to do so.
His hips pumped back and forth, steadily faster, his breathing growing
short. Gina turned her head to one side, moaning deeply, their coupling
enslaving her body to his, making her an extension of his own sexual
pleasure.
(A rising ecstasy)
And as this thought sounded in her mind and her heart, her own body
responded, her breathing growing ragged as she began to rise. She
lifted her hips to his, making his entry easier and deeper, their
bodies slapping together softly in the darkness. Jes groaned loudly,
his own pressure building, his cock straining as he rose, his movements
more and more urgent.
Gina soared, gasping as she approached her peak, yet holding right
at the edge, whimpering in desperation for final relief. But the relief
would not yet come, for the one that was her master at that moment in
time had not concluded his pleasure.
Jes thrusted faster and faster until finally he uttered a loud,
guttural groan and thrust his hips forward, burying himself as his cock
throbbed hard inside her, pumping furiously. Gina threw her head back
and cried out, the paroxysms of her orgasm reverberating through her
body, a sheer ecstasy unmatched by anything else, driving all worry,
all concern from her mind, leaving her with only the intense throbbing
pleasure of her body coupled to his.
"Oh, man, Gina, that was /awesome!/"
A soft smile crossed Gina's face as they both returned to the front
of the SUV. She had her costume back on, but now it was just a costume.
Whatever magic had been imbued within it was gone, having been
shattered by the intense pleasure of her first sexual intercourse, or
simply because it had done the job it had set out to do. She barely
even noticed she was still wearing it.
The impact of her experience had left her a little dazed. Her mind
drifted, replaying the moments of her orgasm in her head, of feeling
his orgasm inside her. The full impact of what had happened to her, of
her virginity irretrievably lost, had yet to strike her.
Jes took his place behind the wheel, paused, then let another
exclamation of delight. "Wow, Gina! I never knew you were so ... well
..."
"So fuckable?" Gina said with a grin.
Jes blinked, then laughed. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. I
can't believe you don't have guys lined up to date you."
The strange thing about it was, however, she did. Many boys had
asked her. And asked her again when she had refused them. Did they
somehow know? There was something ... troubling about that.
"Anyway ... I guess I should take you home now," Jes said. "I know
Victor said we could stay out late ..."
Gina froze.
" ... but the way your Mom gushed over you before we left ..."
Finally, the thought of her mother, and the trouble she was in,
impacted with her mind like a hurricane, blowing away the fog that had
settled over her mind.
"/Mom!!/" she screamed.
Jes jumped and banged his knee against the steering column. "Ow!
Shit! Gina, what the hell was that about?!"
Gina's eyes blazed fear. What was she doing? What had she been
thinking? Her mother was in trouble and she ...
(Please no sex!!!)
... was having sex with ...
Gina's blood became ice. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was
painfully aware that she had done something dreadfully wrong.
Jes blinked in astonishment at the transformation. "Gina?" he asked
tentatively.
"Jes, s-start the car," Gina said. "We have to get going."
Jes nodded quickly and cranked the ignition. "Right, I'll, uh, get
you right home."
"/No!/" Gina cried. "The old church! You have to get me to the old
abandoned church!"
"What?! Gina, what the fuck are you ..."
"Jes, please, let's go!!"
"Jesus ..." Jes muttered, flipping on the lights and peeling away
from the curb, kicking up gravel behind him in a brief screech of
spinning tire. "Any chance you'll tell me what the hell is up with
you?"
Gina swallowed. She doubted very much that anything she could tell
him would be believed at this point. "P-please, Jes," she said in a low
voice. "I can't explain it, I ... I just think my Mom is in trouble."
Jes gave her an odd look. "How the hell do you figure that?"
"Something ... something Miss Hollis told me."
"And you didn't think about it until now?"
Gina opened her mouth but closed it again without speaking. She had
no answer for him. Everything leading up to her sexual encounter with
him was a blur. Even the encounter itself seemed surreal to her, as if
it were in a dream rather than real.
It did not dawn on Gina until they had started down the road aways
that she did not know quite exactly where the abandoned church was even
by daylight, and now she was expected to find it in the dark of a
moonless night.
The church had burned several times since it was abandoned in the
1970s, mostly due to wild grass fires in drought seasons. There was
little left of it, and what there was could be hidden by the tall
grasses, grasses that only started to die back in November. Jes was no
help in locating it either, as he was not what one would call a student
of local history, and he lived on the other side of town.
Gina had him stop the car so she could get out on foot with the
flashlight, its tiny beam hardly illuminating anything more than a few
feet from her. Walking in high-heels was impossible here, so she left
them in the car, only to wince at the gravel and rocks scratching her
stocking feet and tearing the fishnets.
After the third time of this, Jes lost his patience with it.
"All right, that's it," he declared, gunning the engine as he
pulled back onto the road. "No more!"
"Jes, please!" Gina cried. "Slow down, we may pass it."
"No, Gina! I said no more of this shit! I'm taking you home and
that's the end of it!"
Gina's eyes glistened. "Please, Jes," she said in a husky voice.
Jes sighed as he looked at her, his expression softening a bit, but
his words no less firm. "Gina, you're a nice girl, okay? And you're
freaking /great/ in the sack. But you're weirding out me now, see?"
Gina's attention drifted out towards the road in front of them.
Something appeared in the distance in the lights of the car.
"Are you listening to me, Gina?" Jes demanded.
Gina lifted a hand and pointed. The figure in the distance was
growing closer as they sped towards it. "Jes ..."
Jes glanced out the front of the car, sighed, and shook his head.
"See, Gina? See what I mean? Look, are you playing a Halloween prank on
me now? Is that it?"
"Jes!" Gina said urgently. The figure was a girl, running. Her
naked skin flashed in the headlamps.
He glanced forward again, resumed talking to her. "Because those
ain't cool. I hate 'em. So you might was well just let me in on ..."
"/JES, LOOK OUT!!/" Gina shrieked as the girl loomed right in front
of the speeding car.
"What? Huh? There's nothing ... /WHAT THE FUCK ...?!!/"
Gina had reached over and wrenched the steering wheel hard to the
right.
The SUV spun right, side wheels digging hard into the gravel,
sending up a large spray of rock and dirt. For a heart-stopping second,
the wheels caught, and the car tipped. Yet there was enough momentum to
carry the car through a complete one-eighty, the wheels coming down
hard. The SUV continued backwards, wheels still trying to spin forward,
but not enough to stop the car before it came to a sudden halt in a
crunch of metal and shattering of glass.
Both Gina and Jes were slammed back hard into their seats, but
neither was hurt, the car having lost much speed when Jes floored it at
the last few seconds. Gina did not care about the car, she looked
frantically out the window for any sign of the girl they had almost run
over.
"Oh my God," Jes cried. He craned his neck back, scrabbling for the
flashlight and shining it shakily towards the back and illuminating the
bashed-in tailgate door. "Oh my God!"
He scrambled out of the car, Gina following shortly after. With a
wild look on his face, Jes ran to the back of the SUV. It had slammed
into the stone pillar at the corner of the old graveyard, demolishing
much of it, leaving the tailgate of the car in ruins and the fender
lying on the ground.
"Oh my /GOD!/" Jes shouted. "/Shit!!/ My Dad's fucking gonna kill
me!"
"Jes!" Gina cried breathlessly. "Jes, did you see her? D-did we hit
her? Oh God ..."
Jes rounded on her. "What the /FUCK/ are you talking about?!" he
screamed, his face livid.
"There was a girl running right in front of the car!"
"No there wasn't!" Jes yelled. "You stupid bitch! You fucking cunt!
Why the fuck did you do that?!"
Gina gave him a stricken look. But he had to have seen her! She was
right in front of them! She ...
At that moment, a sudden, icy blast of wind clutched at her, making
her shiver. The next moment, a bloodcurdling, strident scream pierced
the darkness, and a naked figure ran by them near the road.
"Stephanie!" Gina shrieked.
"Who?! Gina, what the ... hey!"
Gina had grabbed the flashlight from his hand and went running
after the girl. Jes was so surprised that he didn't move for a moment,
then took off at a dead run after Gina, seeing her only by the small
flashlight.
"Stephanie!" Gina shouted, shining the flashlight ahead of her and
catching the girl's very pale skin dimly in its impotent beam.
The girl ran down the road a short away, then crossed halfway and
fell to her knees, still screaming shrilly. Gina caught up with her,
panting, only to have the girl throw her head back and screech to the
heavens, "/Nooooo!!/"
"Stephanie, what is it?!" Gina cried, falling to her knees beside
the stricken girl. "What's wrong?!"
Behind her, Jes had started to catch up, but when he saw Gina
suddenly drop to the ground and begin talking, he skidded to a stop,
blinking in confusion.
"Make it stop! Make it stop!"
"Stop what, Stephanie? What ...?"
"They won't touch me!" she shrieked. "They won't touch me! Please,
no more! /Nooo mooore!!/"
Stephanie rose to her feet, her breathing so ragged she sounded
like she was suffocating, her body shaking so badly she could barely
stand up straight. When she tried to run off, Gina stood up and grabbed
her wrist. The girl turned a tear-stained face towards her, face
twisted in horrid torment.
"Stephanie!" Gina shouted. "Tell me, please! What's going on?"
Jes swallowed, ice creeping up his spine as one question lay
heavily on his mind like a lead weight.
/Who was Gina talking to?/
"They won't let me go! They won't stop teasing me! And then they
won't touch me! /They won't touch me!!/"
She tried to run again, and this time Gina had to grab both her
wrists to stop her. "What are you talking about?!" Gina cried, her own
mounting dread and fright almost as bad as Stephanie's anguish. "No one
has you! No one is holding you! Is some chasing you, is that it?"
But even as Stephanie shook her head violently and let out another
heart-rending cry, Jes spoke behind her.
"Oo-kay, this is where I leave now," he said, backing away.
"Jes!" Gina cried. Stephanie squirmed one wrist out of her grip. "I
need your help! This girl ..."
"What girl, Gina?!" Jes shouted. "I only see you there!"
Gina stared at him as if he had grown a third eye.
"All right, that's it. Gina, I'm sorry, but you find your own way
home. You're a fucking loon."
"Jes, please, no! I need ...!"
But Jes had already climbed into his car and slammed the door. Gina
was still shouting at him for help when he gunned the accelerator,
pulling away from the pillar in a wrench of metal that left the fender
and the remains of the tailgate on the ground. He peeled away in a
cloud of dirt and smoke.
Stephanie uttered a scream so piercing and shrill that Gina
shuddered, her grip on the girl slipping. Still screaming, Stephanie
ran for the other side of the road. Gina bolted after her, shining her
flashlight beam on her. She pounded across the road, ignoring the pain
in her feet as the girl left the road and entered the grasses.
Then, just as Gina was about to reach out and grasp the girl's
wrist again, Stephanie vanished right before her eyes.
Gina stopped.
For a few seconds, the girl's last cry echoed eerily into the night
sky, and then there was silence.
Gina drew a rattling breath. Abject terror rose and clutched at
her. Uttering her own scream, she turned and tore away from the grasses
as fast as she could go. She ran for Shady Lane, but in her blind
terror, she missed it and stumbled into the graveyard. She tried to
correct, turning to the right, only to crash headlong into some
overgrown brush right at the edge of the cemetery. She tripped on a
raised patch of dirt, coming down hard and knocking the wind out of
her. The flashlight flew out of her hand and struck the dirt, striking
up against something hard before coming to a stop.
Gina lay panting for a few moments, her body shaking. She forced
herself to her knees and hands and crawled over to where the flashlight
lay at the base of a stone. Picking up the flashlight, she checked it
for damage, then turned it around, its beam falling upon the headstone
of the grave on which she now lay.
Gina looked down, and uttered another scream as she beheld the
words on the marker:
Stephanie Fowler
1969 - 1985
Gina stared at the words, reading them over and over, her eyes
wide. "Oh God," she uttered softly. "Oh God oh God oh God ...
S-Stephanie ... she's ... sh-she's the girl that was k-killed back in
... in ..."
"So you finally figured it out, Gina?"
Gina shrieked and whirled around. "S... S-stephanie ...?"
Standing there, her body shimmering and translucent, was Stephanie
Fowler, a wan smile on her face. "Yes, it's me," she said simply, her
voice devoid of any fear or anguish.
"Stephanie ..." Gina breathed. "I-I thought ... I thought you were
..."
"Real?" she said. "In a way, I was. You saw an echo of me, Gina, an
echo across time."
"But you knew Victor!" Gina cried.
"Yes, I knew him. In 1985."
Gina swallowed. Her throat barely worked. Of course it was 1985. It
all made sense to her now. Now she understood.
Stephanie's smile widened and she nodded. "Yes, you have figured it
out. Or at least ... with me, anyway."
"What ... wh-what happened to you?"
"Gina, you know the answer to that."
Yes, she did. But she did not want to acknowledge it. "The Rite of
Denial," she said in a shaking voice.
"That's right," Stephanie said. "The Rite of Denial."
"But why?!" Gina demanded.
"It's part of the induction into their cult. They arouse you. They
deny you. You accept the cult. They satisfy you."
"But ... but you didn't accept it."
Stephanie shook her head. "No, I didn't. So they didn't stop. And I
died."
Gina shivered. "How can someone die from that?" she demanded. "It's
ridiculous!"
"Gina, there is still much you don't understand," Stephanie said.
"Even I don't understand it all. But what I do know is there are
forces, energies, magicks, whatever you want to call them, that are
very real to those who know where to find them. And Haven is rich with
them. And, Gina ... Halloween night is when those forces are the
strongest."
Gina swallowed. "Stephanie ... th-they have my mother. They're
going to do it to her!"
Stephanie paused. She looked off towards the road. "Yes, I know,"
she said quietly. She pointed. "The old church is right across the road
and back in the grasses a bit. I saw them take her there a few hours
ago."
"I have to stop them. I have to ...!"
"/No/, Gina."
"/But they have my mother!/" Gina shrieked.
Stephanie sighed. "Gina ... they already /had/ your mother."
Gina stared.
"Gina, they only take new members into the cult after their
sixteenth birthday, on the night of Halloween. That is the only time
they can take a new member. No other time, no other age. Your mother
has been in that cult since she was sixteen. Any girl they want who is
able to stay out of their reach or delay the start of the Rite until
twelve-oh-one on November first is free. She can't be touched."
Gina gave Stephanie a stricken look.
The spirit stepped towards her and looked her in the eye. "Go
/home/, Gina," she said. "Another hour and you'll be safe."
Gina's mouth dropped open. "Me? B-but it's you ... no, it's my
M-mom ..." She trailed off.
Stephanie shook her head. "No, Gina. All this time, it's been about
you. It's you they want. They're using your mother to get to you. Go
home."
Tears brimmed in Gina's eyes. "But my mother will die," she said in
a choked voice.
"Then you have a decision to make, Gina," Stephanie said with a
smile devoid of warmth. "Is you mother's life worth lifelong sexual
slavery? Because, if you go to her, they just might stop the Rite on
her, and take you into the cult. And then you will both be slaves. If
you go home, she will die and you will miss the induction. And then you
will both be free."
"That's not a choice!" Gina shouted.
"Yes, it is."
"But ... I don't understand! It isn't! They can just come and take
me anyway, no matter what happens to her, or where I run to, or ..."
"No, they can't," Stephanie said in a lower voice. "Not if your
mother dies."
Gina gave the spirit a stricken look.
"A sacrifice," Stephanie said. "A sacrifice of love. A mother's
love. They can't touch you after that. That's too powerful a magic for
them to overcome."
Gina wanted to cry, but she felt far too emotionally drained. "I
can't let my mother die," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Then that will be your choice," Stephanie said. Her form began to
fade. "Now, I can answer only one more question before I have to go."
Gina breathed hard, her heart feeling torn in two. "Stephanie, you
didn't accept the cult. How did you manage it?"
She paused a moment. "I think ... I'm not sure ... but I think it
was because I was still a virgin."
Gina gulped hard.
"Yes, I believe that's it. I managed to avoid having sex with my
boyfriend that night. I think if you don't have sex before the Rite,
you don't know what it's like, so the promise of it through your entire
life is not strong enough to make you accept slavery in exchange for
pleasure."
/Oh no,/ Gina thought. /Oh no .../
"I must go," Stephanie said, her ghostly form dissolving. "Make the
choice, Gina. But make it soon. Make it very soon ..."
She vanished, her last word echoing into the cold night air.
Gina emerged from the cemetery, and stood at the crossroad of Old
Fairview Drive and Shady Lane, the road back to her house. Back to
safety.
She shined the flashlight around her. It's glow was starting to
fade a bit. She looked for any evidence that she was not alone, that
someone ... anyone ... was nearby and could tell her what to do. She
didn't want to make any more decisions. Every choice she had made up
until now had been wrong. She had let her passions and her foolish
fantasies drive her, and this is where it left her, having to decide
between two evils.
How much of the online story was true? Was the cult as inescapable
as the stories said? Was it really that hopeless? Did the slaves really
experience such pleasure? And why didn't she see it before this? Why
did it take a dead girl from twenty years ago to make her see it? Why
did she not piece it all together before this?
But most of all, the question that truly broke her heart: Did her
mother know this was going to happen to Gina all along, every moment
while she was growing up?
(You've grown up far too fast)
Gina took a deep breath and let it go, a sob escaping her lips.
She turned away from the dirt road, and started towards the grasses
where she had seen Stephanie disappear.
Gina was only mildly surprised to discover that she had chosen the
right direction in which to walk on the first shot. She had simply
continued along the same line she would have gone had not Stephanie's
spirit chosen that moment to disappear. As she passed the exact point
where she had vanished, she felt a brief chill, and wondered if perhaps
this was where they had found her body twenty years ago.
It was not very far past this where her flashlight beam fell upon
the broken remnants of a wrought iron fence. Picking her way carefully
among the fragments of rusting metal that lay on the ground, she
continued past this to a skeletal husk of a building. Very little
remained of the structure, framing timbers jutting out at odd angles,
scarred by fire and splintered by the elements. Inside the remnants of
the walls, the only things that suggested the former purpose of this
place were a few remaining, weather-warped pews, and a crumbling altar,
and part of a stone wall with a slightly lighter colored patch in the
shape a crucifix.
Gina started to panic. Where was the ceremony? How could anyone
hold a ritual in a mouldering place like this? And if they were, where
were they?
It was only when Gina came to a stop and remained still that she
heard it. A low murmuring sound, soft but urgent, just barely audible.
She swung her flashlight towards where she thought it was coming from,
which was somewhere far in the back of the former church. She was not
even sure she had actually heard it until she crossed the threshold and
walked down the center aisle, the sounds growing closer and more
distinct.
She was about to place a foot on the cold marble of the steps
leading up the altar when she stopped, trembling as she realized that
the sound she was hearing was chanting.
The sounds were nothing she could recognize in terms of language,
but this may have been because she was still too far away. But there
was no mistaking the lustful cadence to their voices, the tone of
wicked anticipation in their refrains. She shivered as she climbed the
steps, partially from the ice-cold stone against her feet and partially
from what she might find. Louder still the chanting grew as she edged
behind the altar, gasped as one foot momentarily touched only air where
she expected to find more floor. She stumbled back and pointed the
flashlight down.
A slab of the marble floor had been lifted away and off to the
side. Inside the gap left was a wooden trap-door with a large iron ring
attached to one side. From around the edges of the door, she could see
dim light, and the chanting thrummed steadily beyond it.
Her heart pounding so hard in her chest that it ached, Gina put
down the flashlight, grabbed the iron ring, and pulled the door open.
Warm air flooded out of the opening, carrying with it aromas that
were both sharp and cloying. She blinked at wave of heat that pass over
and through her, flickering light making her face look ruddy and her
eyes dark.
With the door open, the chanting came to her ears more easily, and
her spine tingled with an icy fear as she realized that whatever was
being spoken, it was in no language that she knew.
Below her, a ladder descended a long, stone-walled tunnel, lighted
in ghostly luminance by small oil lamps mounted on the walls. Gina was
never more frightened in her life than she was at this moment, yet she
could not turn away, she could not run. Whatever her fate was, it was
down there, where she was sure her mother now lay. There was simply no
turning back now.
As Gina climbed down the ladder, the chant came louder to hear
ears.
"/Tre'hass ru'un uxia'yo ron sex'ta'la. Tre'hass par'o soon'la ron
Se'xel'ta!/"
The syllables meant nothing to her, yet she felt as if they were
trying to burrow into her mind, her body tensing and quivering in
response. Her breath grew short as the chant repeated, each time waves
of heat passing through her body like waves rising off hot sands. By
the time she reached the bottom, her legs almost gave out, and she
clutched at the ladder for support.
"/Tre'hass ru'un uxia'yo ron sex'ta'la. Tre'hass par'o soon'la ron
Se'xel'ta!/"
Gina swallowed. Her head swam, her eyes threatening to unfocus. As
she struggled to get her bearings, shes saw that she was standing at
one end of a short passage, and at the other end was an opening with a
closed iron gate across it. Inside, light and shadow flickered in a
slow and sepulchral dance.
"/Tre'hass ru'un uxia'yo ron sex'ta'la. Tre'hass par'o soon'la ron
Se'xel'ta!/"
And then, just over the chant, she heard a low, desperate moaning
noise.
Gina drew her breath in, and for a moment, her mind cleared of the
miasma that threatened to envelope it. Quickly, she crossed the
corridor and peered through the bars with mounting dread and creeping
tendrils of fear slithering up her spine.
Beyond the gate lay a second church.
Built under the ruins of the old, it was fashioned as if in
purposeful blasphemy of the one that once resided above it. The doorway
at which Gina stood lie at one far, back corner. Across from her, along
the opposite wall behind a line of columns, large paintings depicted
scenes of intimate sexual union, the partners arranged in a subtle hint
of one's dominance over the other, the faces of the other betraying a
submission to command as much as a surrender to desire. Cut into the
stone columns were small niches where large black candles flickered,
casting an ethereal glow upon the center of the room.
"/Tre'hass ru'un uxia'yo ron sex'ta'la. Tre'hass par'o soon'la ron
Se'xel'ta!/"
Gina felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise with the surge in
the urgency of the chant. Grouped in the center of the room were
figures in black robes, hoods pulled up over their heads. Each lay on
one knee, their faces turned away from Gina and towards the front of
the room, their arms raised before them as if in hail, their chanting
growing steadily louder. Small urns surrounding them issued wisps of
burning incense, making the air thick and overpowering.
And when Gina stepped to the side so that she could see the front
of the room better, she uttered a short gasp despite her attempts to
remain quiet.
Upon a set of raised, stone steps lay an altar. Several large oil
lamps surrounded it, casting it in a brighter light than the rest of
the room. The surface of the altar had been covered in thick furs, and
upon the furs lay the naked form of Gina's mother.
She was stretched out, her arms and legs splayed, held to the
corners of the altar by chains attached to thick leather straps about
her ankles and her wrists, laying her out in an "X". Every inch of her
skin glistened, as if having been oiled. She moaned loudly, her body
writhing despite the tightness of her restraints, her hips rising and
falling, as if expecting a lover to mount her.
And then, suddenly, the chanting stopped.
Gina did not dare move, or even breathe. One of the figures broke
away from the rest and approached the altar. Roberta's moans were
piteous and anguished, as if she were in pain, yet there was not a mark
on her body. The figure ascended the steps and came around the other
side of the altar. Gina's hand clenched as a fall of honey-brown hair
from under the hood revealed the figure as Terri Hollis.
Terri held a small flask in her hand, filled with a clear oil.
Roberta looked at it and made a heart-rending pleading noise, barely
coherent. Coldly regardless of the woman's pleas, Terri held the flask
over one of Roberta's breasts. Slowly, a drop of oil oozed from the
neck and dripped onto the nipple.
Gina's mother let out an even more desperate moan, her body
trembling. Her moan became a cry as a drop was placed on her other
nipple, both now very hard and erect. Roberta begged again for mercy
when Terri then held the flask above her mound, and dribbled the oil
over her already swollen clitoris and tender folds.
"Uhhhnn!!" Roberta cried, her breathing becoming a hard pant. Terri
extended a hand and hovered it a bare inch from Roberta's steaming,
moist slot. Roberta strained at the chains, whimpering as she tried to
thrust her cunt into the air desperately towards the hand, uttering
another cry when she could not reach it.
And then a new chant began.
"/Ee'na org'as den'xan yuul ron sex'ta'la!/"
"P-please, no!" Roberta cried. Terri flicked her fingers in the
air, moving them as if to stroke Roberta's desperately needful pussy,
but approaching only a finger's breadth to the swollen flesh, never
touching it.
"/Ee'na org'as den'xan yuul ron sex'ta'la!/"
Gina gasped, feeling her skin suddenly grow hot, the words boring
into her.
"Please, mistress!" Roberta wailed.
Terri paused, then pulled her hand away. Roberta moaned stridently,
her body twisting and undulating on the altar, her breasts bouncing
against her chest.
"/Ee'na org'as den'xan yuul ron sex'ta'la!/"
Gina was panting softly. Heat flared in her loins.
Terri bent over Roberta's body, her face lowering over one of the
glistening, round breasts. She hovered over the nipple, pursing her
lips as she blew on it lightly, making Roberta shudder violently. Terri
extended her tongue, and took a furtive teasing lick at nothing but air
a scant quarter inch from the engorged, sensitized nipple.
"/Ee'na org'as den'xan yuul ron sex'ta'la!/"
Gina was breathing hard. Her legs felt weak. Her cunt was wet and
hungry. Gasping as if for air, she backed away from the doorway,
shaking her head, fear overcoming her. She turned to run back towards
the ladder ...
... only to see a robed figured descending it.
The figure stepped off the ladder, turned, and lowered his hood.
"Hello, Gina," said Victor.
Gina backed up until she was pressed against the bars of the
doorway, her mother's moans becoming increasingly desperate, Terri
continuing to tease the woman into further heights of uncontrollably
rising arousal. Gina looked back behind her at her mother, shaking hard
enough to rattle the bars.
"/Ee'na org'as den'xan yuul ron sex'ta'la!/"
"Stop it ..." Gina croaked. "P-please ... stop it ..."
Victor smiled. "/Nox'lir sex'ta'la./" he intoned.
And to Gina's surprise, the chanting stopped.
Gina glanced behind her again. Terri Hollis had stepped back from
the altar, remaining still. Her mother continued to writhe and moan
upon the altar, her body still inflamed with intense need, but her
anguish grew no worse.
"There," Victor said softly. "It is stopped for the time being."
Gina looked back at Victor, her lower lip trembling. Her hands
clutched at the bars behind her. "Y-you ... you were g-going to kill
her ..." she stammered, her voice a mix of fear and fury.
"There is no need for that now, Gina," Victor said. "Not that
you're here."
Gina swallowed. "I ... I don't want this," she cried. "I don't want
to be here!"
"You came here of your own choice, Gina."
"/You made me come here!/" Gina screamed, her voice reverberating
through the gathering within in the room. "I ... I know the whole
story, Victor! I know what you're doing. What you tried to do twenty
years ago!"
Victor gave her a wan smile. "Ah. So you've 'met' Stephanie, have
you?" he said gently. He stepped back from her, as if trying to give
her space. He leaned against the ladder and folded his arms. "I should
not be surprised. As close as her grave is to the energy lines that run
through here. Would it help if I told you I regret her death?"
"And if m-my mother died?" Gina said, tears threatening to well up
in her eyes. "Would you regret that too?"
"Yes."
Gina's mouth worked for a few moments, but no sound came out,
nonplussed at his response. Behind her, Gina's mother still moaned,
rising again, straining harder at her restraints.
"The Rite is not completely stopped yet," Victor explained. "She
will need to be satisfied for that to happen."
"And I know what you want in return for it!" Gina spat.
"Do you?"
"Stephanie told me. She told me everything. You want ... " She
paused. She took a deep breath. A fire burned in her nether regions.
Her voice grew a touch husky when she spoke again. "You want me ... as
... as a s-sex slave."
One corner of Victor's mouth twitched upwards. "Gina," he said.
"Say the last part again."
Gina blinked. "What??"
"Say the last part again. Humor me for a moment."
She hesitated. "You ... you want me as a sex slave," she said. Her
eyelids dropped slightly. Her pussy and the nipples of her breasts
tingled madly.
"Once more."
"You want me as a sex slave." Her gaze became sultry. Her mouth
dropped open and she drew in her breath as a low, soft gasp of desire.
Her legs shook and she staggered to one side, fighting the impulse to
finger herself. "Wh-what ... what's wrong with me ...?" she breathed.
"Nothing, Gina, nothing at all," Victor said with a smile.
"You're ... you're doing something to me!" she cried, her anger
rising again and helping fend off her arousal. "You've been doing it to
me all along!"
"I have done nothing to you this whole time. The only magic there
has been was in your costume, and it did nothing more than physically
stimulate you."
"But ... but when ... when you s-spanked me ..." Gina said,
swallowing hard.
"I did nothing more than spank you," Victor said.
"I don't believe you!" Gina wailed. "Stephanie said ...!"
"Stephanie did not tell you the whole story, Gina. Not even most of
it. Now, I want you to listen to me. Listen to me if you don't want
your mother to continue suffering."
Gina cast a stricken look back into the chamber. Despite the fact
that they were no longer teasing her, or chanting at her, she was still
in agony, tears trickling from her eyes, begging for someone to touch
her, to relieve her.
"Gina, think for a moment," Victor continued. "Think back to before
I arrived. The stories you read."
"You wrote them!" Gina said. "Your online name, Xy'til'ev, that's
an anagram of 'V. Teylix', isn't it?"
Victor chuckled. "Very clever, Gina. Yes, it was me. But I cannot
impart magic into mere bits in a computer. The power does not work that
way. I simply wrote the words. You read them and your were aroused by
them, all on your own."
"But ..." Gina said feebly. She could not protest, for he only
spoke the truth.
"Just like what happened when I disciplined you. You became wet of
your own accord. And when I spoke to you of what your first sexual
encounter would likely be like, you again grew excited. As you grew
excited when you watched me discipline your mother."
Gina's eyes widened. "You /knew ...?!/"
"Of course I did, because I wanted you to see it. I wanted to make
absolutely sure you were appropriate, Gina, that you were perfect. Or
did you not stop to think that had I wanted to keep it a secret, that I
would have waited until during the day when you were out of the house?"
"A-and ... and the meeting at the house ..." Gina said
breathlessly.
Victor grinned and stepped towards her. "Now that you did on your
own, and when I found out from Terri, I was very much amused. You are
far more clever than I gave you credit for."
"But then you warned me! You told me to stay out of it!"
"Another test, Gina. To see how much you wanted it. You're here.
You came here despite the warnings, despite what it meant. Because
you're so headstrong, you'll need a little training, but regardless you
will make a fine addition to the cult."
Gina gasped and started to shake her head. Behind her, Roberta
started crying in her anguish, now both physical and emotional. As
Victor approached her, she cringed, trying to sink into the bars.
Victor stopped looked past Gina and sighed, shaking his head sadly.
"Roberta is going to need a lot more work to get her back to the good
little girl I used to know. You do know by now that Roberta has been
ours since she was sixteen?"
"Y-you can't tell me she still wants this," Gina said, desperate
for anything she could cling to in order to keep her from having to
make a decision she did not want to make. "The way she's been defying
you."
"She made her choice. She is happy to be as she is. Or do you
really think she would be simply a mere 'managerial assistant' at the
Li'l Missy Inn?"
"No!" Gina cried.
"Like everyone we induct, she craves sex. And she craves a strong
will to guide her. That has not changed. But ... a mother's instinct is
very strong. That's something that runs rather deep. When she was
allowed to raise a child, she was told that any child she had would
likely be a candidate for induction into the cult. She knew and she
agreed. Yet when it grew close to the time, she grew evasive and
unresponsive. And protective. That's why I had to intervene
personally."
"D-did ... did you do something to m-my father?" Gina said, her
voice quavering. "To make him leave her?"
"Your father is a slave as well, Gina. He knew his duty and
returned to it after fathering you. That's why you're such a wonderful
candidate, why you are the way you are. You're the child of two
slaves."
Inside the room, her mother uttered a heart-breaking cry.
Victor stepped up to her. Gina was panting softly. Her cunt still
burned with desire, no matter how vehemently she tried to deny it in
her mind.
"Listen to me, Gina," Victor said gently, a near fatherly tone of
voice. "I was right when I said you were like your mother in so many
ways. You're just as highly sexed as she is. You want sex. You enjoy
it. I'm offering it. Every day. Even a slave that is being punished,
even one that is being a bad little girl or boy experiences at least
one orgasm every day."
Gina shuddered. She felt her resistance weakening.
"Not small ones, Gina," he said in a lusty voice. "Strong ones.
Powerful ones. Orgasms that make you feel alive. Pleasure so intense
you'll never know any sadness."
Gina gritted her teeth. She tried one last time to clutch at her
sense of reason, at her desire to remain free, to remain her own
person, her own self. It was like trying to hold a soap bubble.
"All we ask in return is your loyalty. Your obedience. Your
willingness to pleasure us in return. You saw your mother pleasuring
us. Did she seem like she was revolted by it?"
Gina slowly shook her head.
Victor smiled. "You've had sex, Gina, I can see it."
Gina blinked. "How can ...?"
"You did the research on me yourself. You know how much knowledge
I've collected about the sexual act. A young girl that has had sex for
the first time has a glow about her that lasts days. So you know
exactly what it is like. Unlike Stephanie, you know what true sexual
pleasure is, what an all-consuming ecstasy. it can be."
"S-stop it ..." she said weakly.
"Even now you are aroused. That chant you heard being used in the
Rite? It only affects people like you, someone who is very highly sexed
to begin with."
Gina was breathing hard, her eyes darting from Victor to her mother
and back. Her mother was becoming increasingly desperate, babbling
promises of pleasure to anyone that would touch her, her mind so soaked
with her aching need that she no longer appeared to comprehend that her
daughter was still outside contemplating both their fates.
Gina looked one last time towards her mother, drawing her breath
and letting it go as a soft sob. "Y-you'll let her go?" she asked in a
small voice. "You'll ... you'll take her out of the Rite if I agree?"
Victor's smile broadened. "You will need to undergo the Rite as
well, Gina," he said. "But when the time comes, when the time is right,
and we ask of you the Oath, if you join us, you will be satisfied."
Gina looked back at him, her dark eyes subdued.
"Well?"
"I want to ask you one more question," she said. "Why?"
"Why? Why what?"
"Why all this? Why the cult? Why the ritual?"
Victor smiled. "Power."
Gina looked blankly at him.
"Sexual energy has a magic of its own," Victor explained. "Magic is
power. By controlling the sexual act, we control the power. Do you
understand?"
"Not completely."
"You will. Someday. Now, I need you to stand aside a moment."
Gina hesitated a moment, then stood off to the side of the gate.
Victor flicked a hand at it. There was a click, and the gate creaked
open.
Gina gave him an astonished look.
"Power," he repeated. He gestured. "And, now, Gina ..."
Gina took a deep breath and walked into the chamber.
Gina could no longer sense the flow of time around her. She could
not conceive that her preparations could be completed in the scant time
that had been remaining before midnight. Or perhaps they only had to
start the ritual before midnight. Or perhaps time simply stood still
while fully immersed in the energies he so claimed ran thick in this
town of Haven.
Every moment of her preparation seemed to her to be part of the
Rite, for everything they did to her even before it was her time upon
the altar excited her in some way. Gentle hands undid the straps and
the fastenings of her costume, slowly slipping her clothes from her
body, their hands sliding over her bare skin, making her quiver with
anticipation. Before the steps to the altar was a circular depression
in the floor. Into this she stepped, and they bathed her with warm
water and scented soaps, all the while watching her mother as her
ankles were freed by the man that then climbed upon the altar and slid
himself into her. Her feverish cries and moans as she was finally
sated, her legs willingly parted for him, made Gina remember her own
moment of ecstasy with Jes.
Then, as her mother's final strident cries of orgasm echoed loudly
through the chamber, they began to apply oil to Gina's body. The oil
was slick and smooth, and very warm. As it lay against her skin, it
created a heat of its own. Her heart started to pound as she felt her
body begin to tingle everywhere the oil clung to her, like countless
fingers caressing her lightly, everywhere at once. By the time she was
glistening from head to toe, she was panting lightly.
And now, she was ready.
No one led her. No one prompted her. They simply stood away from
her as Terri Hollis took her position behind the altar. Victor himself
was simply another cultist, having pulled his hood over his head and
joined in the preparations, receiving no special place in the ceremony.
It was as if she were being given a last chance to turn away.
But she knew she could not. She glanced towards another of the
gated doorways through which had mother had been taken after her
paroxysms had faded, so that the exhausted woman might rest. She
swallowed.
/I love you, Mom/, Gina thought. /I'm sorry I wasn't stronger./
Without any further hesitation, she climbed up the steps to the
altar. Terri stepped forward as she approached, but did nothing to
assist Gina as she pulled herself up onto the top of the altar, her
heart hammering. The furs were surprisingly plush and soft, and their
gentle touch against her skin seemed magnified by the effects of the
oil, making her body tremble and her pussy wet and aching.
Only once she had positioned herself upon the altar did Terri act.
Terri gently pulled Gina's wrists above her head, the touch making
Gina's excitement mount. Her arm was drawn straight, leather wrapped
about her wrist, a chain being pulled taut. In the silence she could
hear her own heart, her own ragged breathing, as her other wrist was
secured.
Terri moved to the other end of the altar. Already, Gina longed for
a touch further up as Terri's fingers pressed into her calves, holding
her still while the ankle cuff was secured. Only when the last cuff was
circled about her ankle did Gina realize the finality of what was
happening, and she twitched, a brief pull at the restraint just as it
closed around her.
Gina lay as still as she could, the sensual longing in her body as
strong as it had been not long ago when Jes began to touch her and she
had been moments away from begging him for relief.
Gina looked to the side, and her breath caught as Terri carried the
flask towards her.
Terri looked down at her, a slow, sly smile curling her lips. And
then to Gina's surprise, she spoke to Gina in a deeply husky voice.
"I have always wanted to do this to you, Gina. Ever since I first
saw you. And if you join us tonight ...Victor promised you as /my/
slave."
Before Gina could react to this, Terri let a drop of the oil splash
against Gina's nipple.
The intensity of the sensation was such that Gina could not make a
sound except for a single ragged gasp. It was like being brought to the
edge of pleasure and then left hanging, yet centered around the erect
flesh of her nipple instead of her nether regions. Her nipple throbbed,
waves of sensual, erotic feelings washing over her body. Even just the
breeze of Terri leaning across her was enough to tease the now
hyper-sensitized nipple and send her into a paroxysm of lust.
Second later, another drop splashed onto her other nipple.
"Uhhhh!!" Gina moaned, panting heavily, straining at her chains.
She looked up at Terri with a longing, silently begging her with her
eyes for Terri to touch her. Already, having only just started the
Rite, Gina would gladly have done anything anyone asked of her at that
very moment if it meant Gina could receive just a single touch from
her.
But as with her mother, Terri did not respond to her plea, and
instead held the flask above Gina's helpless pussy. She paused, making
Gina squirm madly under her in anticipation of what was going to
happen. Then, when the oil did touch her, a thin stream of it dribbling
gently over her swelling clitoris, trickling in between her moist
labia, oozing into her vagina, Gina let out a cry of anguish.
And from the center of the room, the chant rose into the air.
"/Ee'na org'as den'xan yuul ron sex'ta'la!/"
Waves of intense, searing desire drowned her senses, her cunt
oozing hot, liquid lust, what little sense of reason she still clung to
ripped from her mind.
"/Ee'na org'as den'xan yuul ron sex'ta'la!/"
Gina writhed and moaned, her body on fire, consumed by an inferno
of molten need.
"/Ee'na org'as den'xan yuul ron sex'ta'la!/"
Terri lowered her hand and held her fingers over Gina's sopping
cunt. "Try to reach it, Gina," Terri whispered wickedly.
Gina whimpered and lifted her hips, straining hard against the
chains.
"A little more, Gina," Terri said, smiling evilly. "You're almost
there."
"Uhhhnn!!" Gina cried, falling back. "Oh God ..."
"/Ee'na org'as den'xan yuul ron sex'ta'la!/"
Terri lowered her face until it was hovering over Gina's boiling
pussy. She drew in her breath slowly and deeply. "You smell so
wonderful, Gina," she cooed. "I would just love to take a little taste
of you."
"P-please ..." Gina begged. "P-please ... I ..."
"Mmmm." Terri flicked her tongue at the air just above Gina's
swollen clitoris.
Gina uttered a shrill, desperate cry. As much as her body screamed
for relief, it kept growing more and more intense.
"/Ee'na org'as den'xan yuul ron sex'ta'la!/"
"P-please touch me!" Gina screamed. "Please! Oh God, please!! I'll
do anything you want! I ..."
"Close ..." Terri whispered. "Very close ..."
And then, Gina finally understood.
(when the time is right)
(promised you as my slave)
"/Ee'na org'as den'xan yuul ron sex'ta'la!/"
"I'll be your slave," Gina said huskily, her voice shaky from the
intense fire in her loins. "Please. Please let me be your slave. I'll
... I-I'll be your good little girl. Just ... touch me ...Miss Hollis
... Mistress ... /please! PLEASE!!/"
/"Nox'lir sex'ta'la!/" rang Victor's voice, and the chant fell
silent.
Gina was panting so hard that she was seeing stars in front of her
eyes. Her whole body trembled, aching with terrible need. With the
chant no longer in her ears, the constant, maddening rise ceased, but
her already inflamed desire did not abate, and she could not stand to
remain in this state much longer.
"The Oath," Victor said simply.
Gina swallowed as Terri leaned over her. Terri spoke in a low,
silky voice.
"Gina, will you be silent unless I wish you to speak?"
She knew those words! The same words that Victor gave to her mother
when he was disciplining her. "Yes," she said quickly.
"Gina, will you do as I say?"
"Yes!"
"Gina, will you learn my desires and satisfy them?"
"/Yes!/"
"So, Gina," Terri said with a sly smile. "What are you now?"
"I'm your slave, Mistress," Gina said huskily.
"And what do you want to be?"
Gina breathed deeply. "Your good little girl."
Terri looked up, a most pleased look on her face.
"She is yours, Terri," Victor said. "What do you wish of her now?"
Gina bit her lip to suppress a whimper, her pussy aching badly.
"I wish her to be satisfied," Terri said.
Gina's moans of anguish during the Rite of Denial were nothing
compared to the shrill cries of intense pleasure that followed.
Terri came to her first. Everything that she had done to her as
pantomime she now did for real. They left her wrists chained to the
altar, but freed her ankles, letting them part her legs wide. Terri
drove Gina wild with furtive flicks of her tongue against her nipples
while her finger toyed with her aroused clitoris. Gina moaned more and
more loudly as she was driven upwards, her intensely aroused body
wanting more, wanting it faster, but her place as a slave, as Terri's
good little girl, kept her protests silent. She instead reveled in the
attentions she received from her mistress, however slow and deliberate
they were.
But Terri did not torture her with withheld orgasm. The time for
denial was truly over. Terri drove her up, bit by bit, stroking her
slot, sucking at her nipples, until Gina was moaning constantly, her
body writhing, her hips rising into her hand. At this point, Terri
slipped herself between her legs, parting her sweet lips with her
fingers, and plunging her tongue into her wet, musky cunt. She lapped
at Gina's clitoris until she burst into orgasm, gasping as her pussy
throbbed long and hard.
Yet as strong as her climax was, she had been driven so far in the
Rite that she needed more.
Gina felt Victor slide over her, his long, thick cock spearing her
still wet pussy and sliding into her, hot and slick. Gina surrendered
to him willingly, his initial thrusts slow and gentle, making her pant
for more. Again, she did not speak out of turn. She remained true to
her Oath, and she let him decide how fast and how much. She again was
not disappointed. She rose as he thrusted into her faster and harder,
making her cry out over and over as she hovered close, waiting for him,
just like it had happened with Jes. Her orgasm was no less intense than
her first had been.
Several more came to her after that, her moans and her cries
continuing to echo through the chamber, her body enjoying a pleasure
many times more than anything she had ever experienced before that
night.
When it was over, when the intense inferno that had been sparked
inside her by the Rite was finally quenched, her exhausted body lay
limp on the altar. She felt a hand lay gently on her shoulder as her
eyes slid closed.
"Yes, Gina," Terri said softly. "You'll be quite the good little
girl."
Gina gave a small, soft moan as she fell into a deep and dreamless
sleep.
Gina blinked, and awoke to sunshine streaming into her room.
She turned over onto her back and stretched, yawning luxuriously,
feeling more well-rested than she had in a very long time. She squinted
a bit at the light, not having ever experienced it this bright in here
before. She rubbed at her eyes, trying to cast the last bits of sleep
out of them. What had happened to her last night, she wondered? Had all
that been just a wild dream? Had ...
Suddenly she remembered why she was so surprised at the light level
in here. The forest behind her house always blocked the bulk of the
morning sunlight.
The Gina turned her head and discovered the further reason for
this. She was not in her own room.
She sat up quickly in bed, the sheet and blanket falling away from
bare breasts. She glanced down at herself and saw that she was naked.
Part of her was surprised at this, part of her was not. Puzzled, she
climbed out of bed and looked around.
It was about the same size as her room, but it was definitely not
hers. None of her stuff was here. Her computer was missing, as was her
books and her shoes. In fact, while the room was comfortably furnished,
it was a bit spartan. The only thing she recognized of hers were her
school supplies, piled neatly on a dresser.
She started looking for something to wear, and found nothing. All
the dresser drawers were empty, as was the closet. There was not even a
robe to wear.
Gina heard some noise from outside her room, from downstairs, or so
she assumed, as she now assumed she was no longer in her own home.
Having little choice in the matter, she ventured out of her room nude.
Unlike the house she remembered, she had to walk down a short corridor
to reach the landing at the top of the stairs, and the bottom of the
stairs took her more into the dining room than the living room.
"Well, good morning, Gina."
Gina uttered a small gasp of surprise and looked towards the living
room.
Sitting an easy chair that now swung around to face her was Terri
Hollis.
Terri gave her a sly grin. She had on no more than a robe, but it
was unsashed and fell away from her front, revealing her breasts and
her bare sex. One of her arms lay draped leisurely over the armrest,
and something dangled from her playful fingers.
Gina blinked, her mind trying to piece together what was going on.
Slowly it was coming back to her. Before she remembered herself, she
opened her mouth to speak.
"Ah!" Terri said, holding up an admonishing finger.
Gina closed her mouth without uttering a sound.
"Did I give you permission to speak, Gina?" Terri asked mildly.
"No," Gina said. Terri looked at her expectantly. "No, mistress."
"Come here, Gina."
Gina approached her. Yes, it was all coming back to her now. It had
not been a dream. But ...
"You have a question?" Terri said.
Gina paused as she noticed that the thing dangling from her
mistress fingers was a set of leather restraints, very much like what
Victor had used on her that time he disciplined her. Beside Terri on
the end table was a thick collar and a chain.
Gina felt a tingle in her nether regions.
"Um ... yes, mistress," Gina said.
Terri chuckled. "And ...?"
Gina took a deep breath. She wondered if she would punished for
asking. She felt excitement at the thought. "Where is my mother,
mistress?"
"I thought that might be it. Really, Gina, you should never mind
about her anymore. She's not your concern."
Gina swallowed. "I ... I have to know," she said in a soft voice.
"Is she okay?"
Terri stood up. She lifted the cuffs and swung them before Gina's
face. "Turn around."
Gina obeyed without hesitation. Terri jerked Gina's wrists up her
back and wrapped the cuffs tightly around them. A few moments later, a
strap was threaded through metal loops and knotted tightly, and her
wrists were bound. "Your mother is fine," Terri said behind her.
"Victor is taking her with him when he leaves town tomorrow."
Gina felt something wrench inside her. She felt the ache of loss,
and a sense of hopelessness. Yet the next moment, when her mistress
slipped the collar around her neck and gave the chain a sharp tug, she
breathed heavily with increasing desire.
"Turn around," Terri ordered.
Gina obeyed, her eyes glistening.
Terri smirked. "It's for the best, Gina," she said, sitting back
down in the chair. She parted her robe and spread her legs apart,
sliding her hips forward. She gave the chain a yank. "Kneel."
Gina dropped to her knees.
"Remember what Victor told you. That mother-daughter thing. Very
powerful stuff. It's better to separate the two of you, so neither of
you gets distracted. Do you understand now, Gina? Do you finally
understand?"
"Yes, mistress, I do," she said with a small wistful sigh. "I
understand now."
Terri pulled the chain in, forcing Gina to crawl towards her.
"Victor has left me in charge of forming a Haven chapter of the
cult. Meanwhile, he will arrange a likely explanation for you staying
with me. Tomorrow, for all intents and purposes to everyone else,
you'll be a normal sixteen year old girl with a bit of family trouble.
You get to miss a day of school, Gina." She flashed a shark-like smile.
"But that doesn't mean you won't be learning anything today."
"Yes, mistress," Gina said in a husky voice, her pussy already
growing damp in anticipation of her reward, a reward for being her
mistress' good little girl.
"Eventually I'll have to teach you sundry things like how to cook
some of the meals that I like and such," Terri said. "But today, Gina,
you will learn one of the most important things you'll need to know in
order to please me, and that's how to eat pussy. So, then ..."
She snapped on the chain again and drew her slave closer.
" ... as Victor is fond of saying, let's take it from the top."
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