Chapter 5
Silently and quickly, the door to the hallway opened to admit a shadowy figure, the figure strode to the round bed and the spotlight reflected enough light on him to reveal his ominous costume. He was dressed in the habit of a monk, a black costumed and black hooded monk, he even had on black gloves and other than his eyes which peered through slits he was a total black demon-like individual.
The intruder carried an attaché case which he set on the floor beside the bed. He stared intently at the lovers before speaking and when he did speak his voice was as spooky as his appearance. In a thin and quavering voice that bespoke nothing but evil he addressed the four red-headed lovers.
"How unfortunate for you four sinners that I happened to find you committing this adultery. You are all supposed to be in a state of grace and here you are breaking your covenant together. You shall be punished for this outrage against the Church, I command you to separate and to form a 'head to head' cross."
The lovers disentangled themselves and lay on their tummies head to head in a cross-like formation, their feet almost touching the outer rim of the bed, the feet were at the 'nine,' 'twelve,' 'three,' and 'six' positions of a clocks hands. Now the monk quickly opened his case and withdrew the implements of his profession.
First he slipped nooses around all four sets of ankles and seemed the ends of the nooses to turnbuckles conveniently placed on the sides of the bed. Next he handcuffed the eight wrists together and then went to each turnbuckle where he tightened the four sufferants' ankle nooses till it was impossible for them to move out of their bondage.
Other than little murmurs of supplication all four submitted to this bonding without a whimper or outcry, it seemed almost as if they liked what was being done to them. Their buttocks shone white and gleaming in the spotlight and the girls asses were a delight to behold as they rose like mounds of frothy whipped cream and quivered like jello, soft and gorgeous.
Now the monk extracted a weapon from his case, it was a coiled black snake whip about ten feet in length. He uncoiled the whip with a single expert shake of his wrist. The heavy leather thong ran out its full length and with a loud 'pop' became an operable and mean looking instrument of torture. The monk walked slowly around the bed, all the time reciting some Latin words in a very low voice.
Neither Greta nor Gogi had ever seen sadism or masochism reduced to these realistic terms, both girls were terrified at what they were about to witness and they both reached for a long straight glass of whisky in order to stomach the cruelty that was obviously going to take place. The men were all excited though, it seems the male species delights in brutality, especially when it is happening to someone else.
The monk stepped back about five feet from the prostrate girls and boys so that his form was only barely visible in the darkened room. Then with suddenness of a bolt of lightning and the crack of a thunderbolt his whip lashed out and onto the white flesh of one beautiful ass belong to a girl. The very tip of the whip stung the perfect globe and it opened a slash of ass cheek that was about four inches long her red blood spurted and then subsided to a trickle of contrasting liquid which oozed and ran a thin course down her ass.
Now the monk unleashed his second lash. This one on the ass of a boy and that ass was opened in an identical manner. The next blow fell on the second female and the last blow on the second male. The monk stepped up and bent low over the wounds one by one and was satisfied with his devilish handiwork, he had made each cut straight and perfectly positioned.
Beginning at the first girl's ass he delivered her second cut and the spectators could see why he was so interested in seeing just how his first lashes had landed, because the first girl now had a cross on her ass cheeks, a perfect cross of blood. The hooded man continued around the rotating bed and carved three more crosses.
Amazingly to the spectators there hadn't been a single moan or groan from the boys or the girls, their asses did shudder at each blow but other than that they lay still and offered no resistance to the barbarous whipping. After he had completed his first round of crosses he began on the other ass cheeks and within a short time he had fashioned a cross on all eight cheeks.
By now each cheek had two deep trenches of blood and the tiny rivulets had swollen to streams of sticky hot blood. The contrast of the red, red blood against their white white bottoms was shockingly sadistic and Greta had to have another drink but fast to keep her equilibrium. Gogi though seemed entranced with the demonstration and she realized that there must be a strain of sadism in her. In fact, she thought, the death of Sestor would be the high point of her life.
Gogi had never witnessed the death of a man and she was avidly hoping that Greta would let her watch the death fuck she was going to give Silly, that is if it could be accomplished at all. The scene before her now only seemed to whet her appetite for the real 'main event' of the night when Sestor stuck his cock into Greta's steel trap.
Greta wondered how much more punishment these beautiful youngsters would have to absorb before the Monk finished with them, but even now he was cracking his lethal leather weapon into the blood-covered asses once more. He circled the bed slowly and methodically as he kept his bloody whip in action, bits of flesh stuck to his whip and as he snapped it out the tiny strips of dripping flesh flew in the air about the now pungent smelling room.
The smell of the wounds was getting to Greta. She abhorred bleeding anytime but this carnage was bringing her to a state of near hysteria, a condition that she kept well hidden from the other spectators. She refilled her whisky glass time and again to keep from fainting dead way but Gogi only leaned forward to observe the depraved exhibition more closely.
The monk laid his whip on the blood soaked bed and quickly loosed the restraining ropes and the handcuffs, his victims were in a semi-coma and he had little problem when he rolled them all over on their backs. Their torsos were still white, in fact the girl's titties stood out in bas relief like cones of ice cream tipped with maraschino cherries.
He coiled his whip and lashed into a beautiful tittie, curling the tip of the whip wickedly all about the base of the luscious globe where blood spouted out at the contact. He cut every tittie the same on everybody, his expert handling of his weapon was indeed something marvel at, he cut just exactly where he wanted to and no place else.
With their pectoral glans bathed in blood and their flat tummies overrun with sticky red blood it seemed they had received all a human could possibly endure, but he pressed on now to their genitals. He wrapped the snakelike whip around the two pricks which were limply laying in their reddened crotches and he flicked a bit of skin from the cunt lips of each girl and with that he stepped back from the bloody scene and disappeared out the door.
As the monk passed out the door two other forms walked in. The new forms were naked and very beautiful. Both were long haired blond beauties with eyes that flashed and shone with the eagerness of the storied she-wolves that have haunted children since time began. The girls walked around the bed surveying the four blood drenched bodies as they licked their lips and rubbed their pussies.
At once, the two creatures plunged their heads into the wounds that were oozing blood, their long tongues shot out and they licked and lapped and sucked at the trendiest of open flesh that lay before them. The two were genuine Vampires and they were having a feast, a feast that gave them sexual pleasure as they drank the blood from the young bodies.
Both Vampires kept their fingers in their pussy all the time they ate and it was obvious that they were climaxing as they ate and drank of the tortured youths on the bed. They cleaned the titties clean in no time at all and then they turned the bodies over where they drank copiously of the ass blood. The asses were cleaned of all bleeding in a few seconds.
Now they turned the bodies back again on their backs and raised each victim's thighs high in the air as they went after the bleeding genitals. It was at the genitals that they seemed to have their greatest satisfaction, cunt and cock were absolutely clean of any semblance of blood in no time at all. The Vampires' saliva contained a healing and cauterizing mixture that was better than any hospital could provide.
As their genitals were being licked and lapped the four red-headed youths came to life slowly but surely and soon they were again loving each other as if nothing had occurred. The only evidence that they had been whipped was the blood-stained coverlet upon which they were copulating. The Vampires left the room and everyone breathed a great sigh of relief, especially Greta who had been on the verge of either fainting or running away.
Gogi had sat entranced at the whole scene, never taking her eyes off any part of the act and even now she didn't believe what she had seen was true. Her own cunt was sopping wet from the climaxes she had had while the two Vampires were working on the victims, she had wished that she could have joined them at their bloody sport.
The maid brought in a fresh coverlet, this one was a light green color and Greta and Gogi wondered what next would be on the bill. The act they had just seen was supposed to be the highest paid act in show business, it could only be performed three times a year as it took that long to heal the deep wounds that each of the victims received.
Many times men will say in jest, "I'd eat her shit anytime, she's so gorgeous" ... but the next act was no jest. A male Jordanian Arab had been imported from Jordan because his act was so far out and so completely depraved and degenerate. The man claimed to like his work and as he was highly paid he should be considered a lucky man indeed.
A solid glass toilet stool was placed in the center of the bed. The base of the stool was open at the front and the opening was wide enough to permit entree of the Arab's head. Several cakes of incense were lighted in the room and the pungent fumes permeated the air so heavily that no other odor could possibly be smelled, no matter what it was.
The Arab entered dressed in his native costume of flowing multi-colored robe and wound head dress. He looked as though he had just left his camel outside the door and the incense smell added to the Arabic atmosphere. He bowed to the assemblage and then crawled onto the bed and inserted his head into the glass bowl. He seemed and was perfectly relaxed and ready for his 'act'.
The door opened and a pretty Ponygirl entered, her ponytail bobbing up and down and her bouncy ass jiggling as she walked. She mounted the bed and as unconcernedly as possible undid her tiny pants and dropped them to the bed. Nonchalantly as possible she assumed her natural position on the glass toilet and as she sat the Arab's mouth opened wide just below her asshole.
There are 'pie eating contests', 'steak eating contests', 'watermelon eating contests' and no doubt, many other types of eating contest. The huge Arab with his head in the glass toilet bowl would probably never find a contest for his particular specialty, but if he did find one he'd probably win it easily, he loved his work so much he called it a 'sport'.
The pretty Ponygirl blew a wet fart, the Arab inhaled the aroma as though it were the finest perfume made. Then she pissed a stream of golden pee into his wide open mouth and finally with a slight tightening of her groin she dropped a long steaming brown turd. The turd slipped into his mouth swiftly and easily and he took just one swallow to eat it. The girl dropped a second small turd which disappeared as quickly as the first had done.
Her evacuation and bladder relief at an end, but with her pussy dripping piss and her asshole stained with shit, the girl sat still to see what was going to happen next. The Arab pushed his head up a couple of inches and his tongue swathed her cunt and her asshole with two large licks. He did a better job than any bidet or toilet paper could ever do and the girl seemed to have enjoyed it to the utmost.
As soon as the girl left another girl walked in and sat down with the greatest aplomb and she giggled as she shit. The Arab almost inhaled the excrement from this beauty and he drank her piss as though it were nectar from the gods. The scene was indeed comical and brought some relief to Greta who was still trembling inwardly from the sadistic act that preceded this fellow from the land of the Bible.
The second girl was followed by a third, then a fourth and a fifth and finally the Arab had taken the shit and the piss from fifteen pretty Ponygirls. His huge stomach must have been at last full or maybe he had exhausted all the girls who needed to shit because he at once crawled out and bowed low to the spectators before taking his leave.
The aid now changed the cover again, this time she put a gleaming, sparkling, white satin coverlet on the bed. Silly advised the girls that they were next on the show. Their act was last, the topper of the show, as well it should have been. The girls had remained in the dark all through the acts so far, so that the two members had not seen what they looked like.
Greta and Gogi stripped slowly, not purposely though, they were both a bit intoxicated from the booze they had consumed during the show. When they were naked they strode to the bed of white satin. The spotlight was brighter than it had looked from the sidelines, they noticed and the bright white light brought out their intense beauty in a most alluring and seductive manner.
The new members gasped at the sheer glamour of the two girls. Never had any man in the room seen any two girls that approached their fantastic bodies. Tall, regal, elegant and seemingly detached from anything save their own selves the girls posed momentarily for the benefit of their audience. The pair then sat down in the center of the bed and began to exercise their typical lesbianistic rituals of love.
This was a tableau of woman glorified by nature, a scene of such instant female perfection that there wasn't a soft cock in the room. The girls sensed the effect they were having which was customary for both of them wherever they went in public and they took full advantage of their superiority. The vivid contrast of Greta's blondness and Gogi's dark hair was amplified as they cuddled together on the bed.
From their sitting position the girls eased into the prone position and there they began to fondle one another with gentle strokes as their legs stirred against each other with suggestive intertwining. Both members were thinking the same thing ... here were two girls that they would have been happy to play 'toilet seat' with, surely their shit couldn't stink.
The girls kissed and embraced slowly and sexily and their hands traveled up and down their backs and buttocks like shimmering, red tipped flower stems. Tantalizingly and slowly they proceed into the classic sixty-nine position and there they lapped and licked and sucked and kissed as the bed rotated slowly under the bright spotlight.
Before the act had even well begun the two important members had decided that these were the girls that they were going to fuck that night. Old Silly had them 'past posted' though, he had conceived an airtight alibi to excuse the girls from partying with these two members. He was simply going to tell the men that both girls were menstruating and that their cunts had been stuffed with sponges for the show.
It was going to be hard to fake their climaxes but on the other hand the fact that neither girl would display a show of gism would substantiate Silly's story to the members who would be hard to handle if they were refused these choice tidbits. The girls took all the time they could as they pretended to be aroused from their oral loving but eventually the restless members asked Silly to. hold it up, they wanted to fuck right now.
"I'm terribly sorry gentlemen but these two girls are both in the last days of their menstrual periods. If you can wait until tomorrow I assure you it would be their pleasure to fuck you both to death," Silly explained and as he used the word death in his excuse Gogi laughed inwardly.
Silly and the members left the number one stall reluctantly and the girls went back to the dressing room where Greta intelligently turned the radio up so that they could talk undisturbed.
"Thank God that part is over at last," Greta sighed.
"Well, frankly I was enthralled with the four red heads. I'm amazed at their act-especially those two human Vampires," Gogi replied.
"Now we have to plan carefully Gogi, we must get Silly into a spot where he'll want to fuck me and we must do it so there will be witnesses to the act. We don't want to get in trouble with the law, what with us being foreigners and all, this job has got to come off as smooth as silk," Greta said with a cool and calculated tone of voice.
"I agree with everything you've said, Greta and I think everything's going our way right now. I think old Silly has got a helluva hard on for you right now, at least he wants you to sleep with him today, by the way I wonder what time it is now?" Gogi said as she sipped a new whisky and water.