Chapter 7
Samantha had put on a thin blouse and slacks for the ceremony so now, as she and David walked up the path that led toward Villa Iovis, she suddenly felt very cold. David put his arm around her, holding her tightly.
"You're shivering," he said.
Samantha nodded, her teeth chattering. It was a sort of inner rather than outer cold. A cold of the spirit, almost a fear of what was going to take place later that night.
David did little to calm her doubts. He had insisted on wearing a black turtle-neck sweater and black slacks. With his beard and black hair, he looked too much like the devil incarnate for Samantha to be at ease.
They were met at the entrance to the underground passage by Mandy, her long hair tied up in a bun and her figure almost completely hidden by a heavy black robe.
"The initiate will wait here," she said in solemn tones as if she had never met Samantha before. David kissed her reassuringly and then followed Mandy into the gloom, leaving Samantha alone in the darkness. For a moment she contemplated making a run for it, but David's reminder that they'd find her and bring her back held her rooted to the spot. There wasn't even a welcome glow of candles at the far end of the passage. The complete silence made her feel terribly alone and frightened.
"Come with me, my dear."
Samantha whirled to face the woman who had spoken so suddenly behind her. In the gloom all she could see was a hunched figure whose face was hidden by a heavy black cowl. Without another word the woman turned and walked away and Samantha, her heart pounding, followed her, completely losing her sense of direction in the maze of underground passages through which she was led. Finally they came out into a small damp chamber that was lit by a single flickering pine torch.
Her guide vanished into the shadows and two other women came forward, their faces similarly hidden by the sinister cowls. Without saying a word they stripped Samantha's clothes and dressed her in a simple white tunic that fell to below her knees. Samantha was shaking with fear but was unable to make a move. It was as if her willpower had completely evaporated.
Still in complete silence, she was led into a smaller room where another cowled figure made a mark on her face with a greasy make-up stick. Her guide had returned carrying a silver cup that she placed in Samantha's hand, closing her fingers around it in what was obviously some sort of symbolic gesture.
"Drink," she commanded and Samantha obeyed, choking slightly on the acrid liquid but forcing a mouthful of it down. She tried to hand the cup back but the woman made a gesture for her to finish it. Feeling slightly sick, Samantha did so, not daring to think what the cup might contain. The liquid was very different from the stuff she had drunk the previous night. It had none of the warming effect as it went down inside her.
Only when the cup had been drained to the dregs did the woman appear satisfied.
"Come," she said, leading the way back into one of the darkened passages. Samantha could hear the other women following several steps behind, the swish of their robes the only sound in the deathly silence. At last her escort stopped. It was pitch black but Samantha felt she was standing in the middle of a large hall. All around she could hear the restless movements of a large number of people.
Then, seeming to come from the ground, a deep voice started chanting a mournful dirge, a tuneless psalm to the devil, rising and falling in eerie harmony. The people around her took up the chant, their voices filling the chamber with sound. Samantha tried to listen to the words but they were in some, language that she couldn't recognize.
At the far end of the chamber a flickering light was struck, casting strange shadows over the walls. In the dim glow Samantha could see that she was in the same place David had brought her the previous night. Almost fifty people were present, all robed like the women. They knelt together on the cold floor, their heads raised as they chanted the terrible hymn to their Lord and Master: Satan, Prince of Darkness.
As her eyes began to get accustomed to the light, Samantha realized that she was standing right in front of the altar. She tried to find David among the people around her but if he was present, he had been given a robe and so looked identical to everyone else.
A smell of sickly sweet incense filled the air, a smell that somehow reminded Samantha of graveyards. The chant rose in volume and the people raised their arms in homage, facing towards where a strange figure was emerging from one of the passages. Dressed in long black robes covered with golden symbols, the figure who now advanced toward Samantha looked like something from her childhood nightmares. The face was covered by a goat's mask, only black slits revealing where the man's eyes might be. Long curved horns rose from his forehead, their tips painted red as if with fresh blood.
Slowly the man approached, stopping a few feet from where Samantha stood, while staring at her through the holes that made up the eyes of the mask.
"Is the initiate prepared?" he demanded.
"Aye, Lord. She has drunk from the cup of darkness." The women that escorted her had chanted the reply in unison, their voices blending with the droning hymn that still echoed through the chamber.
The priest moved forward, his black robe flapping around his feet, and Samantha flinched as a gust of foul breath hit her face.
"Lucifer finds the candidate acceptable," the priest shrilled. "Who proposes this sister for initiation?"
"I do." A black-robed figure stepped forward Samantha recognized as David.
"Then help her to the throne of waiting until our Lord's power begins to work in her body."
The cowled head nodded and David took Samantha by the arm and led her up to the altar. "Don't worry," he whispered. "Take it easy, relax and everything will be fine."
Samantha allowed herself to be pushed back until she was lying on the cold, stone altar. David had stepped to one side and was standing, his head bowed as he listened to the priest's chant. Once again he was speaking in Latin, a parody of the Christian Mass that Samantha remembered from back home.
More torches had been brought into the chamber, making the underground hall a blaze of dancing shadows. The worshipers were on their knees, their voices raised in glory to their god. Samantha turned her head slightly, watching the priest as he held up a silver dish containing small biscuit-size wafers. For a long moment he remained still, the chanting dying away until there was complete silence. Then abruptly he dashed the dish to the ground, scattering the wafers in front of the audience.
Immediately everyone seemed to go berserk. Howling and screaming, they surged forward, trampling the wafers underfoot and grinding them into the floor as if they were some dangerous insect that had to be destroyed. The priest watched this frenzied activity for a while and then held up his hands for silence.
One of his acolytes emerged from a side passage, carrying a struggling black rooster under his arm. Slowly he approached the altar and stood, his eyes burning down at where Samantha lay. As if this was a signal, the priest came up and ripped Samantha's tunic in one quick movement, leaving her nude and shivering on the altar. Slowly taking a wicked-looking knife from under his clothes, he slashed at the throat of the rooster, severing his head.
Samantha screamed as the warm blood spurted over her body, covering her from head to foot. As the blood ran the crowd fell to their knees, a shout of exultation rising from their lips. Quickly the priest snatched up a silver chalice that was lying beside the altar and held it under the severed neck of the bird, catching the last of the blood that spurted from the gaping wound.
As soon as the cup was full the priest turned to the audience and mumbled a blessing, his hand making several passes over the chalice while he dropped a white powder into the scarlet liquid.
Samantha tried to sit up slightly, the nausea rising in her as she saw how stained her body had become. Blood was dripping down her face and onto the altar, forming little rivulets that flowed down to the earthen floor. For a moment she almost lost consciousness, suddenly very much aware of the horror of her situation.
The priest was handing the cup around to the audience. David took it first and swallowed down a large mouthful of the blood, a red stain oozing from the side of his mouth. The chant had started again, this time even more eerie than before and the sickly scent of the incense made the air almost unbreathable. Samantha lay back, feeling weak and sick. Her body was throbbing in an uncomfortable way, the blood rushing to her head and making the chamber whirl around her. She reached a hand down to scratch at her cunt, aware of an almost unbearable itch that seemed to make the entire length of her vagina a mass of fire.
Moaning and sobbing, her muscles jerking in quivering spasms, Samantha thrashed around the top of the altar. Two of the acolytes came over to hold her down but Samantha was unaware of their presence. All that mattered was the burning pain in her cunt. She had to get something in; something to satisfy her, something to bring her release.
Christ, she thought, her movements becoming frantic, I want to be fucked. I want someone to fuck me.
"I want to be fucked. Help me, someone, please." The words came out as a scream and through the red mists of pain that enveloped her, Samantha heard the strident tones of the priest.
"The Dark Lord has come. The Dark Lord has shown his power through this, the body of our sister. Go to her, brother. Show that you accept the domination of our Lord."
Her head jerking from side to side, Samantha was aware that David had stepped forward and was stripping off his robes. Once he was nude, he came toward the altar. Samantha rose off the surface and pulled him toward her, her hand urgently reaching for his prick and guiding it toward her enflamed cunt.
"Oh! God, oh! God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she sobbed, thrusting her hips into him until his penis slid into the throbbing opening. There was hardly any lubrication but the pain as the cock thrust its way in was pure heaven compared with the agony that had gone before. The surging rod felt so cool and firm, putting out the fires of agony that were raging so furiously through her genitals.
"OOOoooohhhhh! AAAAaaaaahhhh!" she moaned, riding the prick as if it was a steam hammer that was pumping blows into her. David just lay back, helpless in the face of her passion, and let Samantha do whatever she wanted. She could feel the lightning crashing through her body, the burning flame of torture that was only partly assuaged by David's cool semen that flooded into her cunt.
She almost screamed in anguish when the prick buried inside her started to soften and withdraw.
"More, more," she begged. "I must have more."
"Easy, Fred, easy," David soothed, his voice suddenly showing concern.
Desperately Samantha grabbed him, pulling him into her and working at his limp prick with her thighs, forcing it to become strong and firm again.
"More... more... more," she sobbed, the words keeping rhythm with the movements of her body. "Oh! God, David. It hurts, it hurts bad. Fuck me some more, please, help to take away the pain."
Then rough hands pulled David from her and the squat body of the priest took his place, naked except for the goat's mask that still covered his face.
Samantha seized at the erect prick with delight, giving a sigh of relief as its turgid length sank steadily into her cunt. The priest seemed to know what was expected of him for he held back on his orgasm for a long time, his cock churning in and out of her pussy with sure, steady strokes.
Samantha twined her legs and arms around his body, holding the prick trapped tightly inside her cunt. Its quivering length, pounding in and out, smashing against her clenched vaginal muscles, drove her onward and upward towards the release of orgasm. Frantically Samantha jerked with her body, knowing that if she could only reach her orgasm she would have relief from the agony that pulsed through her body.
The head of the priest's rod was surging faster and faster, his testicles pressing into her crotch every time the prick hit the bottom of her cunt. The passage was made easier by David's come still filling her pussy and the head made a soft slithery sound as it pumped in and out.
Samantha knew she was approaching climax; aware that if only the priest could keep going, she would attain her longed-for release. The priest was unable to keep up the pace, however. His prick gave a final lunge and his testicles expanded against her crotch as he hosed load after load of come deep into her cunt.
As the wilting prick pulled out of her violated vagina Samantha gave a howl of pain. Thrashing around madly, she rolled off the altar onto the floor and lay there, twisting and turning, while her hands feverishly lunged at her pussy.
Eyes almost opaque with pain, Samantha pulled herself to her feet and staggered into the crowd, pulling off the robe of the first man she encountered.
"Fuck me... fuck me," she screamed, working his prick desperately between her hands until it was hard enough to thrust into her cunt. The two of them rolled around on the cold earth floor, Samantha's hips and thighs thrusting and churning as she milked the prick that lunged like a frightened stallion inside her.
"OOOhhhhh CCCccchhhrrrriiisst!" she moaned, her breath coming in broken sobs. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Oh! my God, that feels so good... Fuuuuccckkk me."
Her partner thrust his cock into Samantha's cunt for the last time and expelled all his juice deep into her womb before giving up the unequal struggle and rolling off her, totally exhausted.
Screaming and shouting like a maniac, Samantha thrust her fingers deep into her cunt, jerking them backwards and forwards in an attempt to find the release she needed so desperately. Her body was completely covered in blood and come, the earth from the floor sticking to her so that she looked like a savage out of the jungle.
Samantha had fallen back on the ground, her eyes tightly clenched. Suddenly she gave a sob of pleasure as she saw herself surrounded by what seemed a sea of naked men. All of the worshipers had taken off their robes and were standing by to take her; for in so doing they were taking some of the strength of Lucifer.
Surely in all these cocks I'll be able to find release, Samantha thought as she grabbed the nearest penis and thrust it roughly into her quivering quim. One after the other she took them, losing count of how many pricks had been thrusting in and out of her pussy.
Almost everyone present was covered with come-slime and dirt. Prick followed prick in quick succession, pumping their semen into her pussy without ever bringing Samantha to orgasm. Her movements were becoming more and more frenzied, more and more frantic.
The pain in her cunt had long passed the stage of being unbearable and Samantha's screams were ringing through the vaulted chamber as she rode the endless chain of cocks that filled her insatiable cunt. Finally all the men were spent and as Samantha looked around with crazed eyes, she saw only Mandy standing in front of her, holding the long black dildo that she had used so effectively once before.
"Hold her down," Mandy ordered, advancing towards her with the dildo pointing like a sword. Immediately several men grabbed hold of Samantha's arms and pinned her face down to the floor. Quickly Mandy straddled the slippery body and thrust the dildo deep into Samantha's cunt, working it in and out with a slowly accelerating rhythm.
"OOOoohhh! Fuck, fuck." The screams were pulled from Samantha's mouth as she raised her buttocks off the ground, fighting to take every inch of the wonderful dildo inside her vagina. Come already inside squirted out around the edges of the hard rubber tool as it screwed into her. Mandy was giving the instrument a little twist with every stroke, her lips bared in a snarl as she used both hands to move the dildo.
Samantha squirmed and wriggled, being brought closer and closer to orgasm by the pounding artificial prick.
"Go... go... go..." The worshipers chanted, setting the rhythm for Mandy to follow. Samantha could feel the pain beginning to evaporate and be replaced by a warm flush of sexual ecstasy that was almost too wonderful to stand. Every muscle in her body was clenching and unclenching in time to the rhythm of the remorseless dildo and she forced her hips up even further, rejoicing in the feel of the heavy rubber head socking into the wall of her womb.
"OOhhhh! Faster, faster," she screamed and Mandy obliged, sweat pouring down her body as she put all her strength into thrusting the prick into Samantha's raw and bleeding cunt. Samantha felt that she was being carried up and up, the pain completely gone as the blood rushed through her arteries, carrying the feeling of impending release to every nerve in her body.
Higher and higher she was carried, the air a roaring ocean that surged and heaved around her, split by a fork of rubber lightening that flashed with unerring accuracy straight into her cunt. She was being pushed ever so slowly up a steep slope, a slope so steep that it was almost vertical.
The higher she went, the harder it was to reach further; but slowly, inch by inch, she was approaching the top. Then, in a wonderful timeless moment, Samantha lay on the summit, tottering unsteadily before pitching over into the whirlpool of pleasure that waited for her on the other side.
Mandy gave the last desperate thrust to the dildo and then sat back, totally exhausted, while Samantha shouted in agonized pleasure, her body thrashing crazily around the floor as the mighty orgasm swept through her body.
Wave after wave of pleasure wracked her, her muscles spasming and quivering while animal howls tore themselves from her throat. The audience stood back in silence, watching in astonishment this display of orgasmic agility.
Samantha was unaware of anything except the welters of delight that pulsed and flashed in front of her eyes. She was unaware of David fighting his way through the throng to pick up her finally limp body. She was even unaware of the trip down to the hotel, carried by David and Mandy, or of the angry pursuit of the devil-worshipers when they realized what was happening.
Samantha's mind hung in a balance, her thought patterns a screaming tide of pleasure that threatened to engulf her with every breath she took. She knew nothing of the doctor's aghast face as he examined her body in the Quisisana or of the desperate flight to the hospital in Naples.
She didn't even know that she was in a room only down the hall from where her mother was still lying under sedation. Samantha's dreams were a mass of orgasmic fantasies that colored every aspect of her brain.
It was pitch dark but in the blackness a prick advanced toward her, the head pulsing and glowing with a purple light. It seemed huge, many times larger than her, but as it neared she felt herself being picked up by an unseen hand and turned to face it. Her cunt was expanding, growing bigger and bigger and wider and wider until she was nothing but cunt, a great instrument created for nothing else than to give pleasure to the giant prick that was moving into her. She stood back from herself, watching the monstrous cunt move in toward the cock until the two met, the cunt scattering huge drops of juice into the blackness that surrounded it. Samantha watched from outside as the cunt that was her stretched to accommodate the prick.
Yard by yard, mile by mile, the quivering shaft sank inside the pussy, making a noise like a vast suction pump. Samantha could feel its immense presence filling her, forcing its way through her body until she became nothing but a blob of tissue that clung to the outside of the bulbous, blood-engorged head.
In and out churned the giant prick, Samantha stretching and changing her shape to contain its monstrous thrusts. Faster and faster it pumped until she saw it give a final quiver and reach orgasm. She was looking directly at the eye as it happened and saw the opening enlarge as if filmed in slow motion, the great blobs of white semen expanding toward her until she was covered in come, fighting her way upward through an ocean of love-juice. Swim though she might, the vast prick was pumping out more semen than she could cope with. Screaming in terror, Samantha felt herself being sucked down into the sea of viscous white fluid, the semen covering her body, her chin, her mouth...
As the come filled her nose and made it impossible to breathe, Samantha gave a last desperate cry and fell forward into blackness.
"Samantha... Sam, Sam." The voice calling her, pulled Samantha back from a long black passage where there had been no light and no pain. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked up at the blurred faces that surrounded her.
"Daddy," she said weakly, recognizing the worried face that bent forward to kiss her forehead. Then puzzlement set in as she wondered what had happened. The last thing she could remember was Mandy bringing her to orgasm with a giant dildo. Then there was that huge prick that had drowned her in come. Abruptly the memory of the dream returned and she felt herself sinking once again beneath the surface of an ocean of semen.
She screamed, the noise echoing around the small hospital room. There was a moment of pain as a nurse ran forward to give her an injection and then Samantha sank mercifully back into unconsciousness.
The next time she woke only her father was in the room. Samantha moved her head around and found that she could sit up. Her vision blurred slightly but otherwise she felt perfectly alright.
"Daddy, where am I? What's happened?" she asked quietly. Her father had been dozing in the chair but now he jumped to his feet and came across to the bed, his face clearly showing his relief and happiness.
"Sammy," he breathed. "You're alright, you know me."
Samantha shook her head impatiently and promptly wished she hadn't as another wave of dizziness swept over her. She waited until it passed, then looked back at her father.
"Daddy, tell me what happened? Where am I?"
He sat on the edge of the bed and smoothed her hair back from her forehead. "You're in a hospital in Naples. You were flown here by helicopter from Capri. You're lucky to be alive, young lady."
Samantha tried to think back but the past seemed lost in a rosy mist. "What happened?" she asked again.
"Apparently you were given a serious overdose of a drug called Spanish Fly. That..." he hesitated, unwilling to go on, then finally continued "... that cult of Satanists David took you to misjudged the dosage they gave you. As soon as David saw what happened, he got you out of there and back to the hotel. The doctor he called had you flown here at once. It was only such prompt action that saved your life."
"Where is David?" Samantha asked.
"In jail. I'll give the boy credit, he's admitted that the whole thing's his fault and that he dragged you into it. It's partly our fault too, your mother's and mine. We should have seen what sort of person he was from the first." "What's going to happen to him?" "I don't know. He gave the police enough details to clean up the whole Satanist group; that'll weigh in his favor. Also the fact that he got you away and fought off some of the Satanists when they came to get you back from the hotel. Apparently they didn't want anyone spilling the beans about them. All in all, he may get off with a light sentence."
"I hope he does," Samantha said, letting her body sink back into the soft pillows. David was what he was and nothing was going to change him; that he'd risked his own life to save her's showed he cared. Samantha snuggled down under the covers, forgetting about the horrors of the past few days on the island-remembering only the good times when she and David had fucked so well and so often.