Chapter 7
Frankly, as Slaney and I headed towards the meeting hall and the Service the following afternoon, I was having serious doubts about the possibility of salvaging Hildy Knutsen's psyche. Granted, her "enjoyment" and active participation may have been mostly drug induced, but that couldn't change the fact that the humiliation scene had taken place. The abuse that she had suffered, her victimization, was burned into her gray matter. It would always be there. The memory of all those inquisitive male fingers, those throbbing, spurting members could only be erased by death or electro-shock. I was not looking forward to returning her to her mother in her present condition.
When we entered the meeting hall it was shoulder to shoulder, as usual. Hildy was nowhere in sight, although she could have been anywhere in the milling, jabbering crowd. I hoped that since I stuck up somewhat above the general populace she would be able to see me.
Shortly after we squeezed into the room, the curtains parted and the stage hands dragged out a kicking, bawling, red-faced teenage girl. She was naked except for nylons and spike heeled black shoes. Her hair was straw blonde and she wore it in a short, boyish style. She would've been very fetching had she not been so thoroughly outraged. Her freckles dappled not only her face, but her throat and her tits as well. She had small breasts that perched up high on her chest. They were pear shaped, with large pink nipples. She was very tiny waisted and her hips were round and plump with babyfat.
As she kicked and struggled in the grip of the burly men, she gave the audience some great shots of her pussy. It was a narrow hummock but very rounded, curving from her pubic bone to her ass-cheeks in a single sassy arc. The lips of her slit were tight and thin and covered with a thick down of reddish blonde that crested her mound in a single spit curl.
If there was one word to describe her, it would be smooth. Sliding into that girl's saddle, between her child's thighs, would be like sliding into warm, fragrant satin.
As before, the stagehands chained the girl to the altar, only this time they manacled her face down. Her sweet, baby fat buns jutted up tastily, as she strove to hide her nakedness, to press her titties into the cold marble.
Then His Radiance made his entrance. Waving his arms on high, he stepped onto the stage ... amid the hoorahs and applause of his reverent following. He doted on the adulation, turning this way and that, wringing more cheers from the crowd, prolonging the divine moment.
I'll say one thing for the bald bastard, he had a cock on him that would please a she-elephant. It looked even bigger than it had the day before. It stuck straight up from his black pube next like a smokestack ... a smokestack with a great, red, fleshy helmet on top. The size of his erection and the accompanying rigidity of stomach muscles made him walk hunched over. Along with his low swinging nuts, like softballs in their well-greased sack, and his long hairy arms, he looked like a great bald ape in near-terminal heat.
He waved his arms for silence and his deep voice rumbled, "Gathered be We to celebrate the Radiance, to pay homage to the Reflection of that Most Perfect Truth which brings fulfillment."
His beady black rat's eyes twinkled as he turned the altar on its pedestal, facing the blonde girl's naked ass to the crowd. She had marvelous butt-cheeks, so full and firm, and the cleft between them was very deep, yet without the skin discoloration that comes from years of intra-bun friction. Nestled about halfway down the cleavage was a small tea rose, a bud of bubble gum pink. It was the floral adornment of her ass-hole, which lurked hidden among the right petals. Below her pore was an equally tight pussy, the lips so firmly closed that the slit between them looked like a pencil line.
"Luna be praised!" Den Err said, stroking the quivering girl's ass, watching the way the she flinched under his touch.
"LUNA BE PRAISED!" shouted the throng.
The high priest put the ball of his thumb upon her pore and he began to twiddle the hot, fragrant flower back and forth.
"Nooooo!" the teenager wailed, shaking her head, causing her chains to rattle and clank against the stone.
But he ignored her and pushed the tip of his thumb into the round hole beneath the decorative bud of flesh. She shut up then, going absolutely rigid as she felt herself penetrated.
"What is Truth?" Den Err asked, corkscrewing his digit deeper into her hole, grinning like a maniac at the snug fit, the amazing heat, the rhythmic squeezing of sphincter.
"THE LIGHT!" cried the crowd.
"And the Light?"
"A REFLECTION!"
"And the Reflection!"
"A REFLECTION!"
"Mirrors facing mirrors, replication without end," he said, pulling his thumb from her ass very slowly, making her shudder most violently. He held his thumb high in the air, turning it for all to see. "...Until the End of Time...."
The Lunies went wild. Cheering, jumping up and down, groping each other hungrily. While they were thus occupied, den Err signalled for the stagehands to approach. Each of the men took hold of one of the girl's firm buttocks and then pulled, spreading her asscrack wide open.
"Help! HELP!" she bleated, rattling her chains while clearly visible to the audience her pert ass-hole flexed and puckered.
Den Err made no effort to conceal his vile goal. In full view of everyone, he put his mouth right on her anal flower and began to suck furiously.
As soon as his beard-rimmed lips touched her pore, the girl jerked, convulsed like she'd been given a galvanic shock. She was too shocked, too disgusted even to scream.
The high priest's tongue seesawed over her ass, drooling, boring into the tiny hole amid the petals. The sound of his horrible snuffling filled the room as he gripped her by the hipbones and began to thrust his face into her behind, driving the tip of his tongue past the sphincter and into her ass.
"YEEEEEEEE!" she warbled as the waggling, red hot thing spitted her, as the bearded man ground his face into her crack, his hairy chin into the entrance of her cunt.
Finally, he removed his tongue from her heinie and turned to face the throng. He put his hand on her pussy and peeled back the tight lips to expose the slick, pink inner flesh and the quaking entrance to her fuck tube. "All systems go?" he said.
The response was unanimous: "A-OK!! ! "
"Prepare to launch!" he yelled, touching the altar control switch, making the platform lower to knee height. He stood still, holding his cock by the massive base, as the lackeys dumped buckets of viscous lubricant upon it.
"PREPARE TO LAUNCH!"
"Countdown!" Den Err cried, swinging around behind the trembling girl. Instead of pressing the gross bulb into her small pussy, he had the stagehands once again spread her nether cheeks and proceeded to push at her ass-hole with it.
She must've had one hot little hole because the high priest groaned and shuddered as his pudcap came into contact with it.
"TEN...."
"I commit this Moonship to the glory of Perfect Truth!"
"NINE ... EIGHT ... SEVEN...."
He rammed the heavy head into her unyielding pore and she began to shriek something awful. His face was distorted by the strain his driving hips placed on his cock.
"...SIX ... FIVE ... FOUR...."
The stagehands began helping ... one pushing on den Err's back, the other pushing the girl's shoulders, shoving her ass back on the hot probe.
"UHHHH! UHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, as the hard on broke the power of her sphincter.
"...THREE ... TWO ... ONE...."
Ever so slowly, the huge cock slid up her ass, and she made high pitched squeaks as it reamed her. Den Err kept on lunging until her tasty little rosebud nuzzled in his crisp pubic hair, until her convulsing anus was locked around the root of his mammoth dick.
"LIFTOFF!"
The lackeys jumped out of the way as den Err began fucking the bejabbers out of her. His greasy pole flew in and out of her ass, making the ring of wrinkly flesh turn in on itself on the thrusts and draw way out, far from her crack. And how the little bitch squawked! It sounded like he was killing her ... in the beginning, at least. A little later, when the fat man was puffing and moaning, so close to squirting, when he'd gotten her pore used to the deep sloggings, her cries of pain dwindled, to be replaced by grunts of sheer delight.
"Oooooh!" she groaned, raising her ass up into his lunge, hastening the ecstatic contact of pubes on bunghole, the ass splitting tension of dickroot stretching pore.
And then the bald bastard was shooting his wad. He yanked his pud from her depths, the besmirched bulb popped from her ass, and he started spurting quarts of sticky white stuff over her upturned buns.
The crowd went absolutely berserk, applauding, shouting, stamping their feet.
Den Err, his face a beet red, eyeballs bloodshot from the power of the sex kicks he'd gotten, stood down from the altar and cried, "Celebrate! Celebrate!"
The two burly stagehands began passing through the crowd dispensing the powerful aphrodisiac to one and all. I swear the stuff must've had some kind of cumulative effect, because some of those fools no more than sniffed it before going into a fucking, sucking fit. When the wine was thrust in my face, I held my breath and pretended to take a big swallow.
I know I didn't get any on my lips, but when the lackey moved on I found myself in the possession of one hell of a boner. Maybe it was something in the air. The smell of pussies being broached left and right, of ass-holes, sucking at thrusting dick-heads. The room seemed to sway from the waves of intense heat emanating from the humping bodies that littered the floor, lined the walls. People were doing it standing up, women with their thighs locked about their partner's waist while they were raised and lowered on stiff manmeat; they were doing it dogstyle, in one and then the other; they were doing it in huge writhing masses on the floor, heaps of tumescent bodies so tangled that it was impossible to tell who was doing what to whom.
Then something searing hot and juicy clamped onto the head of my dick. I looked down to see Hildy Knutsen giving me a passionate suck, while jerking off my shaft with one hand and manipulating my balls with the other.
"Mmmmm," she crooned, lapping at my tender bulb.
"Come on," I said, "Let's get out of here." I lifted her wine-stained lips from my pecker and hauled her out of the meeting hall, down the white corridors to my dorm room.
No sooner than I closed the door and she was on my stiff cock, sucking, licking, smothering it with moist kisses. "Easy, Hildy, easy," I said my balls aching from the pleasure her mouth gave me.
She was so very eager to please. Without a word, she got up from her knees, went over to a handy bed, lay down on her back and spread her legs. Her pussy was swollen up something fearful, a pouty little pink donut, and the sparse fuzz was plastered to her mound by the copious drizzle that escaped her gaping slit.
"Hildy, I...." I began, walking towards her.
The wild-eyed girl plunged a pair of fingers in her pussy and, shifting her hips provocatively, started to diddle the hell out of herself. "Come on!" she whined, fingers flying, cunt stuff sputtering. "Hurry and screw me!"
I stood between her spread thighs and inhaled the foxy fumes of her juicy twat. My cock bumped insistently against my chest, oozing the white goo.
"Hildy, I want to talk to you."
"Ooooh, come on, you big hairy stud!" she cried. "Talk to me! Shove that hard cock in me and talk dirty to me. Tell me what a good fuck I am giving you ... how hot my pussy is ... how you love my slippery juice."
"Hildy, I didn't mean I wanted to talk dirty."
"OH, COME ON!" she howled, reaching out and grabbing the pulsing neck of my dick, bending the head down and trying to ram it up her cunt.
The angle was all wrong, but she would not give up. She mashed my bulb into her slick folds, making her pussy lips smooch over the broad head, coating it with slick nectar. Her whimpers of frustration as she crammed the huge tool at her cunt did something to me. The red haze dropped over my eyes; my breathing became difficult; and there was a pounding in my skull that demanded, compelled me to act.
"So you want some cock, huh?" I croaked, pushing her knees up into her tits, making her whole crotch easily accessible. Everything that she had flung out from between the smooth sandwich of thighs: her fat, puffy cunt and below, the flexing pink ring of her anus.
"Uhhhhh!" she whinnied as I dove on her snatch, pressing my mouth onto the searing flesh, inhaling the wild musk, tasting the keen flavor of her juice.
I gobbled her pussy like a starving man, licking up and down the hot, slippery gully, pausing to suck on her clit, then going full bore up her cunt, thrusting my tongue as deep as it would go. And it went very deep, thanks to the angle of entry and the fact that she was all folded up, her pussy tube foreshortened. I lashed my tongue over her slick, fleshy ridges, her tight convolutions, smearing the gushing lubricant all over my face.
"YES! OH, YES!" she screeched, clutching at my hair, trying to drive my face into her snatch harder, my tongue into her pussy even deeper. '
When I took my tongue from her cunt and snaked it lower, across the super-soft band of skin that separated twat and ass, she wrapped her arms behind her knees, mashing them into her tits, making her bottom tip up, making her blazing hot pore come into contract with my hungry tongue.
"OOOOH, LOVER! LOVER, SUCK MY BUTT!" she bellowed as my juicy tool flipped over the gateway to her bowels. And instead of locking up tight, her pore went all ga-ga so that I could easily penetrate the velvety ring
Then her sphincter closed on my tongue and I thought it was going to get pulled out by the roots. How her heinie could suck! It was only with considerable effort ... and discomfort that I freed myself from her funky trap.
I was long gone. I threw myself down on her spread crotch, shoving my bloated pecker at her pussy with my right hand. The lips, even though drenched (with woman goo, somehow got all caught up around the head) and about half of them went in with my dick. She moaned horribly as I continued to press her, to drive her flaps right up her cunt. I was beyond any kind of restraint, any thought for anything except my need, which was devastating.
"UHHH! UHHHH!" she wept, as I spitted her, bottomed her on my rigid rod. When she felt the huge, bristling base of my dick ramming into her distended pussy, she went berserk. She locked her thighs about the small of my back and started humping like a crazy woman, dragging her trapped folds back out into the light of day, sending gusher after gusher of slick dew to lubricate the stroke of my cock.
In seconds her orifice was giving forth with loud, moist farting sounds as the air pushed up inside her tube by my plunging pecker escaped at the juncture of our joy, between sloppy pussy lips and glistening cock.
"Ooooh, uh-huh, uh-huh," she whispered in my ear as I rode her, timing her idiotic murmurs of consent, assent, with the tube splitting lunges of my cock. "Yes, yes. Uh-huh, uh-huh, UH-HUHHHH!! "
Her pussy suddenly clamped down on the head of my cock just over the flaring rim and when I pushed through the constricted ring, parting her folds, driving the sphincter to the base of my dick, she squealed and something rasped my back.
Her nails! Jeez, she was clawing the hell out of me, raking me with her talons. Shivers of ecstasy ravaged me. No, it didn't hurt at first, not at first. Not until the nerve ends, confused by the wild coruscations of joy that permeated every cell, stopped translating the assault as wonderful.
But by that time it was too late. I was coming. My dick shot wads of hot sperm up her puckering snatch and she shuddered as the great sticky dollops washed over her tube and ran out of the mouth of her cunt in a gooey river.
I humped her hard, dragging the white come-slobber from her pussy on the frantic backstrokes, shooting more of it in on the powerful, bone-jarring lunges.
Then the tickling pleasure that bathed my nuts dissolved, to be replaced by a horrible, sharp, itching pain on my back. The neurons had recovered; the signals they were sending to my orgasm-racked brain were signals of danger, of cell destruction, of pain.
"Jeez!" I groaned, rolling off of her sodden muff, trying to rub the wounds she'd given me. I could feel long, ragged welts all over my back. They stung like the dickens as my sweat poured over them.
"Ooooh, let me," Hildy said, turning my on my stomach and kissing the scratches tenderly. When she blew on them, it felt real good.
"Hildy," I said, "I've got to talk to your seriously...."
"Mmmmm...."
"Look, I'm not really a candidate," I confessed. "My name's Bascom Grue. I'm a private investigator...."
The smooching on my back stopped.
"Your mother hired me to find you and bring you back home." I waited for a response from the teenager, but she said nothing.
Then the bedsprings creaked as she crawled off the mattress. I turned and watched her walk calmly to the door. She opened it, stuck her head out and began screaming.
Before I could grab her and shut her up, the damage was done. The corridor was full of robed, masked men. They broke into the room and I gave the first three who entered a taste of hell. I shot a rapid flurry of punches, catching one man over the heart, another in the throat, and the last one right on the button, totally flatfooted. Something crunched under my knuckles, and then the wave of angry cult members swept me to the floor.