by Veronica Sky
“—has failed the Society. His impotence put our secrecy in peril. His impotence cost us billions in capital. And now his impotence will be well remembered as his daughter Jane services the needs of this esteemed gathering. Kevin Durant will remember that he, as all are, is powerless before the Society.”
A heavy-set man put his arm on my naked shoulder and forced me down on me knees.
“My fellow Magos, it is through the transcendence of the sexual act that we find enlightenment, wisdom, and gnosis. And you Jane,” Mr. Donovan looked at me blankly like he didn’t want to, but had to,” will be the vessel through which the divine forces surge through our priesthood, renewing the higher knowledge of the Society so we may guard the sacred order of mankind.”
Suddenly, everyone was bowing their heads, repeating some kind of Gregorian chant, except their voices were really horrible. I was just trying to maintain my sense of humor. Except, the seven old guys seated on the raised altar were pretty scary—like Emperor Palpatine scary.
The one in the middle (with a slightly larger chair) spoke: “Jane Durant.” Maybe I’d get a better explanation for all of this than whatever the hell Mr. Donovan said. He continued, “you will understand your place as a woman.”
Well, no surprise. This gathering did seem a bit sexist, though I’m not quite sure that term covered it.
“The engraving beneath you symbolizes the act to follow. The circle of the feminine sex will be penetrated by the masculine power. You will be mounted as our founders mounted the horse in the Eurasian Steppes and rode across the West.”
He turned to face the large engraving across the back wall.
“Behind me is the tubal-cane, symbol of the great descendant of Cain, a man of knowledge, the smith, the forger, the creator. He is our founder, believed to have died in the great flood but saved by his sacred knowledge. His staff, his phallus, guides the creative power of man.”
That weird seven looking thing with two orbs suddenly made a lot more sense.
“Pay attention Jane. You are privileged amongst woman to be here.”
Yeah right. Now he was pointing to the masonic looking symbol on the right-side wall: the angle-ruler and compass thing.
“Here sacred knowledge and the sexual act are unified. The male mounts the female and achieves a state of transcendent consciousness. The harmonies of the universe emerge. This is gnosis.”
I guess the compass was sort of mounting the ruler…
“James, you may begin.”
Mr. Donovan approached a short, freestanding stone column with a large urn on top. He lifted it off the top and gave it a couple shakes. I could hear loud clanging noises, like there were stones inside.
He turned to face the other men. “Tonight, we honor our ancestors in Rome.”
They sure were honoring a lot of people with this thing. That and celebrating, remembering, and on and on. I was getting butterflies in my stomach. I was nervous. It was going to happen.
“Each member will select a spintria. Each coin has a number and the depiction of a sexual act. You will act as your coin indicates, when it indicates. Gentlemen. Let us begin.”
They lined up like a church procession, each drawing lots for their chance to do something to my body. With the torch-bearing sconces and flaming urns providing warm, thick heat, they began to disrobe. I saw Mr. Donovan, long and erect, somewhere in the back of the group. But instead of him, a large portly man approached, eagerly stroking his shaft. He raised his coin high and then tossed it inside the circle where I knelt. It landed not too far away, and I glimpsed the engraving: a figure reclined on a sofa, his dick pointed high, with another figure hunched, kneeling beside him. I got the idea.
“Bring the lectus!” the portly man barked, clearly excited.
Two men walked through one of the many archways along the circular periphery of the atrium and came back with a chaise longue, thin and flat with a slope at the head and the foot. It was cushioned with plump, red, velvety pillows. As they rested the lounge on top of the dot in the circle I was kneeling within, they also untied me. I could see my dad somewhere way off in the back of the atrium, staring at the floor.
I was positioned to the side of the longue, on my knees, and the fat man lay against the sloping side, propped up on ample pillows, his legs spread one to my side and one straight in front of him. He grasped his manhood in one hand and lowered my head with the other. I opened my mouth and took him in.
He didn’t wait long before pumping harder, the spongy head of his fat cock hitting the entrance to my throat. I let my saliva build and pushed the base of my tongue up against him. He wouldn’t last long. The quicker the better. Though, there were so many others in line after him.
“Oh fuck…her mouth is so wet,” he informed his compatriots. I could feel his dick tightening up, like he was forcing back the inevitable. I cupped his balls and bobbed my head down his length until my throat caught the top. I sucked it hard all the way back up and he came in thick spurts that dripped from my lips and onto the top of my breasts.
“Ahhh.” His eyes closed in pleasure as he finished, his fleshy dick growing softer in my hands. “She’s truly a worthy daughter, Kevin,” he said, ridiculing my dad, whom I couldn’t see now that the other men were in a semicircle around me, hands reaching down to pleasure themselves as they watched on. Above us, on the altar level, the seven elders stroked their own limp manhood. Old perverts. Probably downed a years worth of blue pills just to get it to half-mast.
At least they weren’t forcing my dad to stand right in front of me where he could see all of this. I wouldn’t have been able to do it. Especially as the two other naked men approached, one thin, the other in shockingly great shape, and threw their coins in the circle. Both coins featured two men and a woman. I wiped the cum from my lips as I looked up and sharply gasped: Jason’s father. I could remember what a fitness freak he was, biking every weekend and running even when it snowed, back when I dated his son nearly two years ago. Obviously there were more Society members in my school community than just Mr. Burke and my dad. But it only just hit me now that I’d be having sex with the father’s of my former boyfriends. What would Mr. Burke do?
Jason’s father lifted me by the shoulder and led me to the longue where I lay on my back as the thin man spread my legs. Jason’s father ran his hands through my hair and clenched the roots as he pushed my mouth over his incredibly thick cock. Just as I began to lock my slippery lips around the impressive girth, I felt the other man pull my panties down and dart his tongue between the folds of my pussy.
His fingers gracefully traced over my clit in perfect rhythm with his prying tongue. He teased, alternating between light movements of the tongue and the pressing feeling of his hands, and then devouring my cunt with his mouth and penetrating my hole deep with his longest fingers. As he worked, my head bobbed up and down the top of my ex-boyfriend’s father’s massive cock, which found it’s way deeper and deeper into the entrance to my throat.
“Take it Jane, take the whole thing,” he groaned.
I did, although it threatened to choke me. I was embarrassed to say, it turned me on. My pussy was wetter than it had ever been with Jason, John, or Trent. The grown man’s mouth and hands were infinitely more experienced, and he was bringing me close to orgasm as he stroked my inner walls and massaged my clit with his greedy tongue. And Jason’s dad was fucking hot. His body was defined and muscular, and he was unbelievably hung, with a thick, veiny length. I’d never sucked a harder cock.
“Looks like her cunt is dripping. She’s ready for it…”
“Wet, but so unbelievably tight. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one this tight,” the thin man responded.
He grabbed hold of my hands as Jason’s dad pulled his heavy weight from my shiny, dripping lips. He lay down on the opposite side of the chaise, and pulled me on top of him. With one hand around the root of his shaft and the other firmly grasping the left cheek of my ass, he guided himself into me. I gave way easi
ly, well lubricated from the work of his mouth and fingers, and stretched comfortably to take the whole thing. He thrust up slowly at first, steering my hips with his hands in a way that hit my clit with a shiver of pleasure at the end of each stroke. I leaned in to steady myself with both hands against the side of the chaise, and his mouth covered my breasts, one after another. He massaged each light, pink areola with his tongue, and gently tugged on my nipples with his teeth as his balls slapped rhythmically against my rear.
My body again approached orgasm, and I was excited by the idea of Jason’s father fucking me with his huge cock. The coins showed two men, and I was sure he’d get his turn. I was eagerly anticipating it: the feeling of that thick, dense size stretching my center to its limit, boring into me relentlessly until I convulsed around it in ecstasy; that vivid blue vein in the center of his shaft throbbing powerfully against the deepest, tightest reaches of my core.
As one cock pumped into me from below, I watched Jason’s father return from the closest door with a golden chalice filled with a thick liquid, which he rubbed over himself, from head to root. He approached me from behind, and I knew then I wouldn’t feel him in my pussy. He was going to tear me apart.
Dipping his fingers in the chalice, he began to push against my tight asshole. He layered more and more lubricant across my little bud, smothering my ass in what smelled like coconut oil. I felt his pinky finger worm its way into my pucker, the ring of muscle tightening on him, and then releasing as the warm oil relaxed me.
Both John and Trent had tried to fuck my ass. Despite their whining, (“But baby, it’s so tight”; “I promise, girls like it after the first time”) I had vehemently refused every time until they got the message. I was not that girl. And I didn’t like to be dominated.
Yet, here I was about to be taken in the ass. That huge cock would be the first to pierce through my tightest hole; and, although I was anxious, thinking about it was turning me on immeasurably.
A thick finger slipping into my ass put me over the edge. As the man buried deep inside me squeezed my butt cheeks, pulling them apart, the finger pushed deeper, and the sensation of being stretched so fully sent me into a wild orgasm.
My vagina squeezed against the hardness stuffed far inside me. I shuddered and squirmed as wave after wave of sexual current seized my body. My breathing was rapid and shallow, my heartbeat echoing through my chest. “Ohh.” I bit my lip and exhaled. “Ahh.” I wasn’t thinking anything.
The tremors coursing through my body tightened my asshole almost painfully against the large finger still stretched against it. But then, as my body began to relax, the sphincter let go as well, allowing passage for yet another finger, then the tip of a third. It was as if the orgasm left my body fully welcome and yielding to any penetration.
With my ass relaxed and well lubricated, Jason’s dad eased his massive dick in line with my rear. One leg extended to the ground and the other bent in front of him on the chaise, he positioned the slippery, spongy head of his cock against my tight little pucker. I was sure it wouldn’t fit.
“Please. It’s too big. It won’t fit. You’re too big.”
I tried to pull myself away, but the other man had begun to thrust into me again, holding me firm by my ass. I could feel the bigger cock straining against my asshole.
“FUCK!” I yelped loudly. The head had gone in, painfully pushing past the ring of muscle and sliding deep into my rectum.
My ass tensed against the massive dick. It was lodged where no man had gone before, and my body was getting used to the uncomfortable sensation. Jason’s father let me catch my breath and adjust to the tightness before he slowly pulled back his cock and thrust it back into my butt deeper than before. I gasped again: it was still painful, but getting better.
And then, with one cock filling my pussy and another ramming my ass, I felt my body twitching and clenching towards another orgasm. Inside me, only a thin layer of tissue separated the two. Their balls slapped against my ass and upper thighs as the two men picked up pace, working themselves towards climax.
I came first. This time, stronger. My back arched, putting even more pressure against the thick shaft pounding my ass. My toes curled against the velvety material of the chaise as I quivered. “Oh. My…fucking…” The contractions of my orgasm grew tighter and more forceful as they ran across my rectum. I was stretched so fully, packed so tightly with cock, that every sensation compounded. I had never climaxed so exquisitely.
“I’m almost there,” Jason’s father voiced.
“I can’t fucking hold it either,” the man beneath me added, his dick clenched by my tightening pussy.
“Jane, I’m going to pull out of your tight little ass and spread my seed over your pretty face. Don’t waste a damn drop.”
Both men quickly withdrew and pulled me off the chaise and onto the floor. They stood above me with their dicks in their hands, while I prepared for both their loads. My lip-gloss had been smeared by the last cock I had sucked, but my eyes were still made up in the vivid shades of blue and thick mascara I had admired in the mirror when I woke up prepped and ready for this. I gave Jason’s dad a sexy, seductive look through my long lashes as he and the other man stroked themselves to climax. He had given me the best orgasm of my life, and I wanted to milk his amazing manhood dry.
“Open your mouth! Take all of it.” Jason’s dad rested his throbbing cock on my partly opened lips and pumped into my mouth a few times to finish himself. I could feel the spurts of warm semen hitting my throat, and I struggled to catch up.
I couldn’t take it all in. I swallowed once, but shot after shot filled my mouth and flowed over my lips. I was gurgling cum. It spilled over my breasts and ran down my stomach.
The image sent the other man over the edge. He shot his load over my face and breasts. Ropes of cum covered my face like netting, from my blue-tinged eyelids to my lips, which were slick with semen and saliva.
The two men were spent. So was I. As they returned to the group and two others approached bearing their coins, I realized I couldn’t keep doing this. Eventually I’d be so tired, there wouldn’t be anything pleasurable about it. Just exhaustion and pain. They were going to punish me within an inch of my life.
I was soaked in cum. My pussy and asshole had been vigorously reamed and ached with soreness.
“I can’t keep—“
A flash filled one of the doors. Voices grew loud. The semicircle of naked men suddenly scattered. Everyone scrambling for the robes.
Another flash. Then another. Then in quick succession, like a—
“Photographers!” The old men at the top were shouting, covering their heads and turning from the cameras.
It was chaos. No one was paying attention to me, but I couldn’t see my dad and didn’t know exactly where to go.
“Don’t let them get out of here! Secure the exits!”
“Damned journalists!”
“Get the cameras!”
As everyone scrambled, through the pandemonium a figure approached, now hooded, and threw me a towel. As I cleaned myself, he offered a hand, and I stood up.
“Jane.”
“What do you want,” I said flatly. It was Mr. Donovan.
“Jane, things are much more complicated than they seem. I’m sorry for what the Society put you through, but there was nothing I could do.”
“You’re in charge.”
“No. The elders make the decisions. I carry them out. But I am in an excellent position to change things. Know this: I’ve been working for years to dismantle Alpha Omega, ever since your Aunt Sophie got to me.”
“Aunt Sophie? How do you know…what does she have to do with all this?”
“We don’t have time, Jane.”
“The photographers, journalists?”
He nodded. “It’ll buy us some time. You’re worth a great deal to them now, and you need to escape. They are obsessed with ritual, and they will try to find you to finish this.”
“Where do I go?�
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He tossed me a folded robe. “The door directly behind the altar. It will lead you through a series of corridors. Always take the first turn. There’ll be a room with a tree. It’s a puzzle. I’ll meet you there. I’ll explain more. Go.”
I threw the robe on, pulled the hood down, and ran to the opposite side of the atrium. Most of the Alpha Omega members had run after the cameras, and the ones who remained were interrogating one of the journalists they had captured. I couldn’t see my father anywhere. No one was looking for me, though, so I proceeded.
“Where’s the girl, James?”
An old sounding voice addressed Mr. Donovan to my right at the altar as I ran around the side. I rushed past, but could hear his reply.
“She’s been taken upstairs. Let’s get this under control before we deal with the girl.”
Okay. So at least they weren’t actively looking for me yet. I passed through the door and wandered through the dark stone corridors, following Mr. Donovan’s instructions.
Sure enough, each hallway ended in a series of doors. I took the first, walked about five minutes, and was faced with the exact same scenario. These must be some sort of catacombs that ran under the city. Mr. Donovan recommended a much lengthier way to exit the building, but probably a safer one. With the intruders running off through all the usual exists, I would have run into a pursuing Society member if I attempted the easy way out.
As I trudged along, I thought about how ridiculously I was dressed: long, floor-grazing monastic brown robe over La Perla lingerie and Louboutins. Probably not the most important thing going on, but it was the first thing that came to mind.
The second thing was Mr. Donovan. I didn’t have a good reason to trust him. But I didn’t really have a reason not to trust him either. He clearly wanted me safe for now, based on the diversionary exchange with the elder I overheard. If he really was still loyal to Alpha Omega, he sure had blown the opportunity to get me back into captivity during the commotion.
