Chapter 5
When Samantha awoke, she looked around her in surprise, wondering where she was. The warm body beside her stirred and as she looked into Sergio's young and sleepy face, suddenly all the events of the previous night came back to her in a hideous rush. The small bedroom stank of sweat and unwashed bodies and Samantha pulled herself from under the covers with an exclamation of distaste.
"How do you feel?" Sergio said, sitting up in bed, the morning light glinting on his leanly muscular body.
Samantha smiled and leaned over to kiss him on the lips, feeling her body surge slightly as his hard masculine odor filled her senses. Timidly, Sergio brought his hand down to stroke the velvet skin between her thighs, his eyes looking up at her appealingly.
Samantha wanted to get away, wanted to go back to the hotel and confront her parents, but the boy's caresses were setting her blood surging and causing little shivers to run up and down her back.
Her breath coming faster, Samantha rolled back into the bed and lay close to Sergio, exulting in the feeling of his prick rising up straight and hard between her legs. Slowly she slid under the covers, licking and nibbling at Sergio's body until her mouth could close over his erect prick. The blankets that covered her were like a shroud, leaving her in almost complete darkness as she opened her mouth to its full extent, sucking down the jutting tool until Sergio's balls were bobbing next to her chin.
Backwards and forwards Samantha moved, lavishing all her technique on the beautiful prick. Sergio was sobbing and moaning in an agony of delight, his body arching back with every movement of her tongue. It was only when she knew that he was near to spilling his load that she stopped sucking, moving back up his body until his prick was positioned directly in front of her cunt.
Sergio was looking at her with the devotion of a small dog and for a brief moment Samantha almost had to laugh. He looked so funny with his penis jutting out, obviously unsure of what was expected of him.
"Get round behind me," she ordered, shifting her position until she was kneeling on her elbows and knees, her cunt sticking up in the air. Now Sergio needed little urging. Samantha shook with pleasure as the hard meat eased its way into her pussy from the rear, sinking in until she could feel the boy's balls pressed tight against her buttocks. The prick went in so deep that she was sure it was coming right up inside her. Pressing her head into the blanket to stifle her cries, she rocked backwards and forwards on her knees, letting the gorgeous rod slip easily in and out of her pulsing cunt. Sergio was panting with effort as he slammed his penis into her and Samantha could feel spasms of pleasure working their way through her body. Silently she prayed that the boy would not come too soon; that he would be able to hold back on his orgasm until he could bring her to climax.
Her wish was granted. Even as Sergio gave a last gasp and pumped his love-juice deep into her pussy, Samantha gave a yelping cry and fell forward onto the bed, racked with a tempestuous orgasm that exploded through her body like a forest fire.
Her cunt muscles jumped and squirmed, milking the boy's prick of every drop of come. Even when it was all over she was unwilling to let him go, tightening her muscles until he was held firmly inside her.
"That was beautiful," she murmured, her voice still muffled by the covers. "Thank you."
Sergio grinned self-consciously. "Signorina, thank you for what you have shown me."
Samantha sat up and used the corner of a blanket to mop at the boy's come that was dribbling down the inside of her thighs. Then she got to her feet and listlessly began to get dressed, suddenly remembering the ordeal that lay ahead of her.
"Will you take me back to the Quisisana?" she asked when she was as tidy as she could make herself. Sergio nodded, pulling on his pants with a fluid movement of youth and grace that set Samantha's blood tingling yet again.
On the ride back up to the hotel, neither of them spoke. Samantha was lost in thought as to how she could possibly face her parents. Had David told her father what he had done last night? Somehow that would be the sort of thing she'd expect him to get a kick from. And maybe he'd told Father how he'd been fucking his wife. God, Samantha thought, gritting her teeth in fury; how I hate the bastard.
Samantha got out of the cab and kissed Sergio briefly, hardly hearing his stammered request for another date. As she walked through the Piazza towards the Quisisana, it seemed as if the whole town was conspiring to make her feel happy in spite of her feelings. The bells on the clock-tower were ringing cheerfully, the sun was blazing down on the brightly colored Campari umbrellas and even the people, milling around the tables of the outdoor cafes, seemed full of the joy of life.
"Samantha... Samantha." Samantha turned to find out who was calling and saw her father pushing his way through the crowd, his face taut with concern.
"Thank God we found you," he panted as he came up to her. "Your mother and I have been looking everywhere for you. When you didn't come back to the hotel after the party, we were frightened that something... might have happened."
He gripped her arm hard and led her back across the Piazza toward the hotel. Samantha was thinking hard. Obviously David hadn't let him know what he'd done, at least not yet.
"I left the party almost immediately," she said eventually. "As soon as I found out... what was going on."
Her father blushed a bright crimson and his grip on her arm tightened. "I'm afraid I remember almost nothing of it," he said. Both your mother and I must have slightly overindulged with the champagne. However David said that he was very sorry, he had no idea it was going to turn into an..." He paused, stumbling for the word.
"An orgy," Samantha suggested helpfully.
Her father blushed again. "Anyway it was unforgivable for us to have exposed you to such a thing. David has been out of his mind with worry, he blames himself for the whole thing."
"I'll bet he does," Samantha muttered under her breath, breathing a sigh of relief that her father was so worried that he forgot to ask her where she had spent the night. Samantha had no intention of volunteering the information.
Back at the hotel, she avoided the recriminations of her mother and locked herself in her room, settling under the stinging water of the shower with a sigh of pleasure. It was only after she had thoroughly washed away the grime of the previous twenty-four hours that Samantha began to feel slightly more human.
She was dressed and combing her hair when a timid knock sounded on the door.
"Who is it?" Samantha called.
"It's only me." Her mother's voice was muffled by the heavy wood. Samantha got up and went over to unlock the door, standing aside as her mother came into the room.
"Sam..." she stopped unable to go on.
"Yes, Mother."
"... About last night. Neither of us had any idea of what we were letting you in for. David feels very badly about inviting us. He'd really such a sweet boy and he had no idea..."
"Mother." Samantha's voice was sharp. "I saw you and David together."
"Oh!" Silence fell for a long moment, then she tried again. "Sam, I know there's no excuse, but please try to understand."
"Understand!" Samantha sprang to her feet, the anger flooding through her body in a mighty wave. "What the hell is there to understand? You try to understand, Mother. Try to understand that David seduced me on the boat; that he's been fucking me ever since; that he even got my father to fuck me last night, just try to understand that."
The woman had gone white, her face drawn so tight it looked almost like a skull. She half rose to her feet, the breath whistling out of her body with a sound like a leaking pipe. Inarticulate words gobbled from her mouth as she held out her hands to her daughter. Then she collapsed, her body falling heavily across the carpet.
"Mother!" Samantha screamed, throwing herself down beside the prone figure. The pulse beat was erratic, the face blue and cold. Desperately Samantha loosened her clothes and then ran to the phone to call for help.
The next few hours were like a nightmare. Her father almost broke down when a local doctor announced a massive heart attack. David had conveniently disappeared which was probably just as well. Samantha felt that she would almost certainly kill him if she caught sight of him.
A helicopter transferred her mother to the mainland and she was rushed to a Naples hospital, Samantha and her father in anxious attendance.
It was almost twenty-four hours before the doctors pronounced her out of danger.
"I want you to go back to Capri," her father had said, his face haggard with fatigue. Hopelessly Samantha protested but he was firm. "There's no point in both of us sitting in the hospital all day," he'd said, refusing to discuss the question any further. Finally Samantha bowed to the inevitable. She couldn't tell him her reasons for not wanting to go back without adding to his sorrow.
David was waiting on the key, for once without his usual grin. Samantha tried to avoid him but he fought his way through the disembarking passengers towards her.
"I've been meeting every ferry," he said. "I just wanted to say how sorry I am."
Samantha met his level gaze and something in his eyes told her he was telling the truth. "I ought to hate you," she said finally. "In fact I would have killed you yesterday but with my mother so ill, somehow it doesn't seem important any more."
David managed a weak grin and took her arm, leading her towards a waiting cab. She managed to get rid of him when they got to the hotel and went up to her room, collapsing on her bed to let the tensions of the past days release themselves in violent tears.
David was waiting for her on the terrace, a drink in front of him. He stood up as she approached and pulled out a chair. For a moment Samantha was amazed at the change that had come over him. He was so kind and calming and, as drink followed drink, Samantha found herself relaxing and forgetting about her mother. Without realizing it, she leaned back against the young writer, feeling a comfort in the strength of his arms. Her mind peacefully clouded with wine, it seemed almost natural that they should go upstairs to fuck. Samantha found David's thrusting prick a perfect escape from worries, almost forgetting that he was the person directly responsible for what had happened.
"What do you think of sex now?" David asked her at one point, when they were both lying back in post-orgasmic lassitude.
"Mmmm, lovely," Samantha murmured, too drowsy to think about anything but the present.
"Splendid." David hooked himself up on one elbow and looked down at her. "There's a little gathering that I'm going to tonight. It'll be rather like Terry's party, but I promise no one will make you do anything you don't want to do. Are you interested?"
Somewhere deep down in her mind a little warning buzzer sounded but Samantha was too comfortable to pay it any attention.
"Alright," she said agreeably.
It was dusk before David suggested they get started and as they left the town and started up one of the small island paths, Samantha began to feel nagging doubts.
"Where are we going?" she asked, looking around in bewilderment at the unkempt path they were following.
"The Villa Iovis," David answered. "The old Roman villa that the Emperor Tiberius built at the far end of the island. It's usually completely deserted; no one goes anywhere near it at night."
Samantha shivered slightly, suddenly afraid.
"Do we have to go?" she whispered.
David gave her a reassuring kiss. "Don't worry," he said. "There'll be plenty of people there tonight. Even Mandy's coming up for the ceremony."
Ceremony; somehow the word made Samantha feel even more uneasy. They had been walking for almost an hour before the great bulk of the ruins became visible, silhouetted against the night sky. The wind howled eerily through the fallen stonework, sending chills up and down Samantha's spine.
David picked his way over the broken paths with the skill of long practice, finally bringing her to a flight of ruined steps that led downward, seemingly right into the earth. A deadly chill was in the air and the wind howled like a lost soul in endless torment.
"Please let's go back," Samantha begged. "This place gives me the creeps."
David laughed, the same Satanic laugh she had first found so disturbing. "You've come too far to go back now," he said ominously, leading the way down the crumbling stairs.
Above the sound of the wind Samantha could make out another noise, a low chant that rose and fell with eerie harmony, at times even seeming to blend in with the howl of the wind. The steps led into an underground passage, as cold and damp as a tomb. In the distance there was a faint flickering light that got steadily brighter as they approached. At last David led the way into a great underground chamber, lit by a mass of flickering torches.
Nearly fifty people filled the open space, all of them gazing towards an altar set up at one end. An upside-down crucifix was attached to the wall, the twisted face of the Christ seeming to mock the worshippers who stood around the altar. The chant rose in volume as Samantha came into the chamber, all eyes suddenly turning to a small entrance on one side of the altar. For a moment there was no movement, then a little man, dressed in black robes, came forward to take his place in front of the congregation.
"What's happening?" Samantha whispered to David.
"It's a black mass."
Samantha shuddered. She had heard stories of devil cults but never in her wildest dreams had she thought she'd be at one of their ceremonies.
A golden chalice, probably stolen from a church, was passed from mouth to mouth; Samantha took a swig, then almost gagged on the revolting contents. She passed the cup on and swallowed, surprised by the gush of warmth that spread through her body as the liquid hit her stomach. For a moment she panicked, remembering the night of Terry's party.
"It's alright," David said, holding her hand tightly. "It's only belladonna, it'll just make you more relaxed."
Indeed everything was taking on a warm, rosy glow and Samantha moved back against David, letting him hold her as she watched the ceremony proceed. At first she understood little of what was going on. The priest, if that's who he was, spoke endlessly in Latin and the entire congregation chanted in reply. In many ways it reminded her of the church services she used to attend back in America.
Finally the priest intoned a last response and gave a signal, beckoning to some people who were still hidden in the small opening. Three men came forward, leading a girl who was dressed in a flowing white robe. From where Samantha was standing, it seemed as though the girl was either drugged or hypnotized. She moved with the lifeless step of a sleepwalker, advancing towards the altar until halted by her attendants.
The whole crowd waited, hushed and expectant, as the priest slowly approached her. He stood, looking into her eyes for a long moment before suddenly reaching out to rip the white robe off, tossing it to the ground to leave the girl standing completely nude in front of the altar.
"We dedicate this gift to Lucifer, the Prince of Darkness." The priest's quavering voice reached clearly to where Samantha was standing and to her surprise, she found he was speaking in English.
For a while no one moved, except the priest -he was rubbing his hands up and down the firm, young body that faced him. The drug had given Samantha clearer than usual perception and she watched intently as the priest bent down and thrust a forefinger deep into the girl's cunt. He paused there for a moment, then withdrew and brought the finger up to his mouth, licking the cunt juices off his finger with relish.
The chant had started again, slowly swelling louder as one of the acolytes handed a burning taper to the priest. He accepted it and then stood directly in front of the girl, holding the dancing flame under each breast in turn, twisting the taper so that the taut nipples came into the hottest part of the flame.
Samantha shuddered and felt slightly sick, smelling the sweet scent of burning skin and flesh that drifted through the chamber. The girl made no move, seemingly oblivious to the pain.
The priest nodded, satisfied, and tossed the taper to the floor.
"Thank you, oh Great Lucifer," he intoned. "Thank you for finding this gift acceptable."
The three acolytes now lifted the girl onto the altar, positioning her so that her legs were spread wide enough to reveal the furry blonde fuzz of her cunt hair. The chant was getting louder and louder, even David joined in the harmony. Suddenly the priest threw off his robes to reveal himself as stark naked as the girl. Slowly he mounted the altar, his great prick standing out in front of him like a stake. Without any hesitation he plunged it directly into the girl's pussy, ramming it home as hard as he could.
Still the girl showed no awareness of what was happening. She lay perfectly still as the priest fucked her with furious intensity, plunging his rod in and out of her cunt, unmindful of how he might be damaging the delicate tissue of the vagina.
Faster and faster he fucked her, the soft slurping of his prick carrying all over the chamber. Finally he gave a great cry and withdrew his prick just as he hit his climax. Great globs of come splattered onto the girl's body and face.
The chant had died away and a great sigh came from the audience. Several of the women broke from the crowd and ran forward, swarming up onto the altar to lick the sticky, white goo off the girl's body.
Samantha watched in astonishment as the priest took up the chalice and stroked the last few drops of his semen into the liquid. Then he moved forward to pour the contents of the chalice into the girl's pussy, holding her up slightly so that it flowed back into the cup well mixed with her cunt juices.
Sinking to his knees, the priest held the brimming chalice up to the altar before rising again to face the congregation.
"Now let the sacrifice be taken," he said in a solemn voice.
Immediately everyone started to rip off their clothes and Samantha found herself caught up in the action, tearing off her dress as if she couldn't wait to be rid of it.
One by one the people lined up in front of the altar, David guiding Samantha into a position at the end of line.
The three acolytes were the first to have the girl. Each first took a long swallow from the chalice before mounting the altar to place their erect pricks in her violated cunt, fucking her until each had climaxed inside her.
Then it was the turn of the audience, men and women both. Each would take a gulp from the chalice before moving up onto the altar. The men fucked the girl, all reaching climax until the whole lower part of her body was running with come. The women brought their faces down to her cunt, drinking deeply of the juice that welled out from between her thighs.
As Samantha's turn approached she started feeling slightly sick again and looked around desperately, hoping for a way to escape. Too quickly she was at the head of the line and there was nothing for her to do but take the chalice that the priest offered her, gulping down the acrid liquid and feeling the glow spread inside her like it had before. Then slowly, her body shaking, Samantha mounted the altar and brought her head down over the girl's cunt. A little blood was mixed in with the come and Samantha shivered convulsively. Shutting her eyes tightly, she poked out her tongue to lap at the salty-sweet juice.
Stepping down quickly, Samantha tried to fight down her nausea as David took his place, squelching his prick into the girl's overflowing pussy.
When everyone had taken their share and were back in their places, the acolytes removed the limp body of the sacrifice and carried her out of the chamber. Samantha's skin was burning with the drug in spite of the damp cold. Although her mind told her she should feel disgust and horror at what had just been done, somehow her body was singing with exhilaration. She could still taste the come on her lips, the come that had come from almost thirty different men. She didn't know if it was the effect of the drug or not but suddenly she had an insane desire to feel all thirty inside her, all climaxing in her cunt like they had with the girl.
"Who was that girl?" she asked David.
"Just a local girl. She probably did something to anger the priest. That's why she was chosen as the sacrifice."
"Will she be alright?"
David shrugged his shoulders. "Probably. That drug she was fed kept her totally relaxed. I doubt if she suffered any serious damage."
Samantha's own cunt was burning with urgent desire and she eagerly moved against David, taking his almost-firm prick in her hands and guiding it between her legs.
"Take it easy," David muttered, pulling back slightly. "There'll be plenty of time for that later."
Samantha sobbed her frustration but turned her attention back to the priest.
The acolytes had returned to the chamber, pushing before them a woman who was anything but drugged. Stark naked, her feet were hobbled and her hands were tied tightly behind her back. She appeared to be about forty, her vivid red hair contrasting strongly with the pure white of her skin. As soon as she saw the priest, she began mouthing curses but one of the acolytes quietened her down by slapping her hard across the mouth. Finally she subsided into silence, only her eyes glaring her hatred at those around her.
The priest waited until everyone in the chamber was still, then held up his hands for attention.
"My people," he began, his voice high and fierce, "this woman, damned in the sight of Lucifer, stands accused of giving information to our enemies. Only last week twenty of our flock were arrested by the police because of what she had told them. Therefore it is right that she should suffer punishment according to the laws of the Prince of Darkness."
"What's going to happen to her?" Samantha asked.
"Quiet," David growled. "Wait and see."
A swelling roar of anger rose from the audience, becoming louder and louder until it broke into screams of "suffer, suffer" and "pain, pain." The priest nodded, well satisfied, and beckoned for the woman to be brought forward. Quickly and expertly she was trussed to the altar in such a way that she was bent double over it, her ass sticking out towards the audience. Scream and shout though she did, there was no way that she could get free.
One of the acolytes came forward and handed the priest a huge rubber object that Samantha recognized as a dildo. He examined it for a moment, rubbing his hands gleefully over its shiny surface, then he advanced until its head was gently nuzzling at the fuzz surrounding the woman's cunt. Samantha was amazed by the size of the thing. It looked as though it was almost ten inches long and at least two inches wide.
It'll never fit inside her, she thought, watching the priest with rising interest. He paused for a while, teasing the lips of the labia before suddenly thrusting the dildo deep inside the gaping cunt. Without any lubrication it must have been agony and a long, bubbling scream came from the woman on the altar.
The dildo had gone in about six inches but now the priest worked it in still further, inch by inch, until the entire length was buried in the scarlet fuzz that surrounded the woman's vagina.
Only when it was completely buried did the priest step back, taking a long vicious-looking whip from one of the acolytes and flexing it between his hands. Very gently he brought it down on the buttocks of his victim, barely flicking at the soft skin. The woman gave another scream and jerked herself off the altar as far as the ropes would allow. The priest smiled, a slow evil smile that made Samantha's blood run cold. Then he flexed his muscles and brought the whip down hard, one of the thongs curling around the end of the dildo and giving it a jerk as the others bit deep into the flesh.
Again and again the whip fell, forcing terrifying screams from the mouth of the victim. It was only when the woman lay still and unconscious that the priest lowered the whip and gave a sign for the acolytes to revive her with cold water. He reached over and grabbed the end of the dildo firmly, pulling at it hard until the expanded cunt released it with a loud plop.
"And now," he said softly, his voice carrying easily in the silence, "it is time for Lucifer himself to take his revenge."
From the passage that David and Samantha had come down earlier a small group of men appeared, half pulling and half carrying a large goat. Its horns had been painted black and a black cloth was tied around its body, hiding everything but the genitals.
The goat was brought up to the altar and the priest beckoned one of the women up from the audience. Samantha gave a gasp of horror as the man held tightly to the struggling goat, lifting it so that its prick was within easy reach of the woman's mouth. Eagerly she took the animal's genitals between her lips, sucking and licking at the penis until it started to grow erect and hard. Unwillingly she relinquished her tasty morsel and stepped back into the crowd, leaving the goat with the biggest erection Samantha had ever seen.
At a signal from the priest, the men carried the animal over to where the woman was still struggling against her bonds. Placing the goat's forelegs on her back, they pushed it in until the prick was directly in line with her cunt. At first the animal tried to struggle away but as it felt its prick sink into the moist flesh, it allowed itself to be shoved until the whole length was buried in steaming pussy.
The woman screamed and fought, almost split open by the animal's rod. Holding tightly to its coat, the attendants began to rock the goat backwards and forwards until finally a fountain of white liquid gushed into the cunt, filling it to overflowing. The woman gave a last soul-piercing scream and lay still, a combination of animal come and blood oozing out of her pussy.
A great shout of triumph echoed from the throats of the watchers and the priest held up his arms for silence.
"The Prince of Darkness has filled this woman with his seed. So are all enemies of Lucifer punished. Now, my children, worship... worship our Lord."
The woman on the altar was forgotten as the audience turned to each other with cries of pleasure. Within moments the floor was a mass of copulating bodies, thrashing around in every possible combination of sexual activity.
"Now, my Fred," David said, his voice alive with laughter, "what was it you said you wanted to do?"
Samantha looked at his huge prick, jutting out inches from her thighs, but somehow all she could think of was the goat. The screams of agony from the woman on the altar were still ringing in her ears, even though she had been removed by the acolytes.
She tried to break away but David grabbed her and put his arms tightly around her waist, lifting her up off the ground until his prick sank neatly into her contracted cunt. Samantha gave a gasp, half of pleasure, half of pain, and then twined her arms and legs around him, raising and lowering her body to let the beautiful prick sink deeper and deeper into her.
Slowly David sank to the ground, holding her in such a way that his penis never came out of her vagina. Once they were both settled, he began to heave in and out, letting the head sink deep into her womb before pulling it out altogether to worry at her clitoris. There were times when he remained still for a while, buried balls deep, almost as if getting back his breath. Then he would begin to rotate his hips, churning the rod around until Samantha thought that she'd go wild with agony and delight. Faster and faster he fucked her, his breath gasping against her mouth as he thrust his prick in and out. Samantha squealed and moaned, blubbering her love and pleasure against his beard as she rode his rod like a horse, thrusting her hips up to meet every stroke that he pumped into her.
Waves of sensuous pleasure surged through her body and her cunt spasmed again and again over the bucking penis, gripping it as tightly as possible on every in-stroke, only to have the prick rip away as David withdrew to ready himself for another plunge.
Samantha's mind became a kaleidoscope of sensation. Sometimes she thought she was being fucked by the goat; then there were times when she imagined she was the girl on the altar, being raped by every man and woman present in the chamber. Finally, as David's semen rocketed into the very depths of her vagina, she gave a last jerking thrust and abandoned herself to the rushing joys of her own mighty orgasm.