And then the fat man's orgasm was over, and his deflating cock slipped from between her lips, as he lay back, regaining his breath, on the soft velvet cover of the platform.
The whole room was filled with the sounds of lust as couples in the audience joined now in every possible combination of carnal delight. The fat man's orgasm seemed to have raised the excitement level for everyone. Vanessa was shouting with ecstasy as Aleister and the blond man continued to fuck into her pussy and asshole.
"Oh, yesssss, fuck my cunt… fuck my ass… oh, oh, oh, aahhhhhhh!" Both men were fucking mercilessly into her now until they were all crying like crazed jungle beasts involved in a primal orgy that was older than time.
"Ahhhhhhh… ohhhhhh… fuck… goooooddd…" she screamed. She was insane with lust at the thought of the two men double-fucking her thrashing pussy and her ass, while the salty taste of the fat man's cum still coated her mouth. On and on it went, the rising crescendo of frenzied lust becoming more and more exciting with every buffeting stroke of the two cocks so deeply impaled in her belly. And then she knew she was on the verge of an ecstatic explosion…
"Ohhhhhh… I'm… I'm… cummminnnggg… cum with meeeeeeee! Ahhhhhhhhh!" And her orgasm burst open inside of her and her whole body began to convulse in crazed spasms of orgiastic pleasure. The two men continued to batter her wildly cumming body.
The blond man was the first to reach orgasm in the tightly constricted passage of her asshole. Vanessa felt the molten river of his cum erupting deep in her hungrily milking asshole as her own orgasm continued to explode inside of her. Exquisite sensations of pure rapture flooded through her body and she could feel every throbbing sensation of his hotly jerking cock as it spewed out its hot creamy load deep into her nether depths. It was like a tidal wave, and she was totally filled with its shattering warm pleasure.
And she was still cumming! Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth was open now in a wild soundless scream. Her cock-sandwiched body arched, rose, and fell, gripped in wildly convulsive spasms as the cock in her rectum spewed out the last drops of its seething cum.
And then the moment of the conception was about to take place. This was it – the ecstatic moment that comes once in a lifetime to the priest of Phallus, to the priest of Ludedout.
Ecstatically, Aleister groaned and fucked his cock as far as it would go up into Vanessa's wildly clasping cunt. And then the first hotly-gushing juices of his orgasm exploded in her pussy. His hotly throbbing shaft of flesh erupted and thick white jets of scalding semen washed her still spasming pussy walls. Ecstasy engulfed them, caught them up in its spastic dance, and then left them spent and panting on the black velvet platform.
And behind them, eyes glowing green, the wooden God Ludedout watched, his glowing red cock remaining ever erect in his hand.
CHAPTER EIGHT
One night a week later Vanessa and Aleister dined alone together in the warm oak-paneled dining room. The table was lit with two large white candles. One of Lily's sumptuous meals was laid before them. "Do you still feel like a prisoner here, my dear?" Vanessa had not thought about it for several days. For she had begun to realize that escape was hopeless.
"I am a prisoner here," she said, "however well we may dine."
"Very well," said Aleister. "There are no prisoners here. You may leave any time you wish… you are free to leave now, my dear."
"Hah!" she smiled cynically. "And what about the precious baby I am carrying, your future priest?"
"A priest is not born in bondage. That is the teaching of our holy books. It must be born of a woman who has freely chosen the faith."
"You must be joking," she said. "I have given up a futile attempt to escape, but I am here because you bound and drugged me and sapped me of every ounce of resistance. You controlled my mind with your hypnotic powers so that I do not even known who I am any more."
"Ah, but you must know who you are… for that is the whole point of the church… therefore…" he paused, pulling a check from his pocket, "take this and be free." He handed her a check and she looked in astonishment at it. It was a cashier's check for the sum of one hundred thousand dollars.
"This should take care of you until your inheritance passes to you on your twenty-first birthday."
"You mean… you mean I can leave here."
"Yes… as I said. The new priest must be born in freedom."
"I don't trust you," she said coldly.
"You are free to leave," he repeated. "You may leave now… it is Billy's birthday tonight… and if you for any reason wish to return, we would be most happy to have you join the celebration."
"I am leaving," she said, "I never chose to be here and now I choose to leave."
She went upstairs and packed her bags. At the front door she was astonished at her hesitation. But then she turned the knob, opened the door and was free. She felt the cool evening air hit her face and she ran gleefully down the steps of the townhouse. I'm free! I'm free! she thought as she walked to the corner.
But her heart felt heavy. What's the matter with me? she wondered. I have finally escaped from that hideous place. I have money. I can do whatever in the world I please. But she stood at the corner for a long time. Cars rushed noisily by; people with angry faces passed her in the New York night. A man in a shabby coat eyed her obscenely and she pulled her own coat more tightly around her.
She became painfully aware of her aloneness in the world, in this huge cold city. Almost as if with a will of their own, her feet began to take the path back to the townhouse. When she realized what she was doing, she stopped dead in her tracks.
And then she allowed her body to take her where it wanted to go… back up the townhouse steps, back to the luxurious warmth of her Uncle Aleister's house… back to his guiding power, to the sweetness of Billy Butter, to the friendship of Lily and Kurt.
It was Lily who opened the door. "Oh, Vanessa," she breathed, throwing her arms around the girl. "I knew you'd be back. Oh, I knew it!"
Vanessa was laughing and crying and hugging everyone now. "Yes, this is home now. This is my home."
"Wonderful," said Billy Butter. "Now I can have my birthday wish."
"What's your birthday wish?" asked Vanessa.
"To have you and Lily all to myself tonight." He looked cautiously up at Aleister. "Is it all right? Is it all right, master?"
"You know the teachings say that on his birthday a man may have one wish fulfilled."
CHAPTER NINE
Billy Butter, Lily and Vanessa sat on Lily's white satin comforter.
"Okay, Billy," said the pretty blonde cook. "What would you like first?"
"I'd like," said Billy, a big grin on his face, "I'd like to watch you eat Vanessa's pussy."
"Would you like that too Vanessa?" Lily asked.
The dark-haired girl was still a bit shy, and looked modestly downward as she smiled and said yes.
Billy could not believe what was happening as Lily positioned herself so that her sweet face was directly up against Vanessa's dark black pussy curls. He could feel the desire beginning to churn in his balls as he saw Lily's tiny pink tongue snake out towards the curling black tendrils fringing Vanessa's pinkly glistening cuntal slit.
Vanessa watched the subtle change in the normally smiling face of Billy Butter, and she could see that his feelings of male passion were taking control. Then, as Lily's skillful tongue began to swirl around her pulsing pussy lips, she closed her eyes and was aware only of the exquisite physical sensations coursing through her willingly offered body.