by Jillian Rose
Chapter 9.
The road meandered through denser woods for awhile until we came to an open clearing roughly the size of a football field. Surrounding us on all sides was a wall of trees, and through them I could see the wavering green waves of corn stalks in the distance. Razor wire fence enclosed the property on all sides, not just barbed wire, but the actual bladed kind they used in maximum security prisons. The fence looked brand new, and I wondered if it was because of the kids that had come out here.
“Well shit.” Jesse said, examining the fence. I distinctly remembered seeing the bolt cutters in the floor of the trunk, he thinking we wouldn’t need them given what the farmer said about the open hole in the ground. Neither of us were expecting this. Then I remembered the rolled up blanket I kept stuffed in the bottom of my bag, to be used incase the floor was too filthy for us to fuck on. It was a castaway I got at a thrift shop, so I didn’t care if it got torn up. I brought it out, and handed it to him.
“Babe! You’re a genius, I told you.” He said, and kissed me on the forehead. He proceeded to climb up the fence with the blanket over his shoulder. Once he was about three feet up, he tossed the blanket over, where it snagged into the razor wire, creating a narrow barrier with which we might be able to cross over the top. Once he situated the blanket the best he could, Jesse attempted to climb over the top.
“Ow, fuck!” He hissed as he tried to swing one leg over the blanket, and I winced as I saw his calf meet razor wire and come away with a clean slice. His blood stood out sharply against the bright chrome of the razor wire, and I felt my stomach lurch at the thought of scaling it. I had on a hoody from this morning’s chilly frost, and although it was one of my favorites, I’d rather sacrifice it than get bit by the fence too. Once Jesse awkwardly made his way over, he climbed down and looked at his leg.
“You okay?” I asked, walking up to the fence and peering down through the metal mesh to see.
“Just a scrape, I’ll be fine.” He said, wiping away the trickle of blood that wept from the corner. “Be careful Liz, that shit is seriously razor sharp.”
Luckily for me I was wearing jeans and my best running sneakers, whereas he had opted for shorts and a tank top, even though it was October and getting chilly out. He liked to pretend the cold didn’t bother him. Before I climbed up, I took each back pack and gingerly threw them over, where Jesse caught them on the other side. Once that was done, I took off my hoody, my skin dappling in goose bumps as my bare shoulders felt the cold breeze. I began to climb up, and when I got within arms length of the top, I let my hoody unfurl from one sleeve and tossed it over, trying to make it billow out as much as possible, making sure it overlapped some with the blanket.
I succeeded, and managed to make my way over the top without nicking myself. But I botched the landing, one of my shoes slipping out of the wire rungs, causing me to lose my balance. I fell the last five feet, but luckily Jesse was there to catch me. I could always count on him for that. We examined our surroundings once we were both on our feet.
To our left was a large blackened square which I realized was once the site of the huge plantation style house that Mobley and his favorite harem of women lived in. Next to that were four smaller charred squares, blackened bones of foundation sticking up from the ground: the manufacturing sight of their hallucinogens, where Mobley created his infamous CIA batch acid that blew so many minds in the early 2000’s.
“Shit, they really burned it all to the ground.” I said in awe.
“They had to use the cleansing power of fire to rid this land of the devil! By the fires of Jesus Christ himself!” Jesse said in a mock southern preacher’s voice.
“Shut the hell up and help me find this bunker.” I said to him, rolling my eyes at his antics. Antics that got on my nerves back then. Antics I now miss on a daily basis.
We walked around the property, which was much bigger than I expected. For about twenty minutes we searched all over the grounds, which were nothing but dying grass, charred remains and a random brush pile right in the middle of the whole enclosure. I was on the verge of wondering if we’d perhaps stumbled onto the wrong property when I heard Jesse call my name. I turned and saw him over by the brush pile, which he’d removed to reveal a twisted shred of blackened metal poking up from the ground.
“Farmer Billy Bob did a real half ass job of hiding it. Come on!” He said. I noticed his calf was still bleeding freely, his low cut sock on his right shoe now totally soaked red.
“Hey hold up!” I yelled running after him. He stopped and looked at me impatiently.
“You should really bandage that leg up Jess. What if you nicked an artery?” I said, bending down to look at it. The cut was deeper than I thought.
“It’s fine babe, really. Besides, a little blood will be good for the camera. Hit all the kinks in one go. People will love it.” He said. I was about to reply to tell him to forget about the fucking video for a second, but he was already disappearing into that dark ragged maw of earth. I could see what the farmer was talking about with the blown off door. I could see the twisted remains of the thick metal door Mobley had installed, inch thick steel that was peeled back like the skin on a banana from the force of the plastic explosive. Part of me stared at that jagged metal for a long time. Why use such strong reinforcement? The sector 5 folks weren’t a doomsday cult. Far from it. It was almost as if Mobley were making a vault, not to keep people from getting in, but to stop someone, or something, from getting out.
I put one foot onto the first stone step. I took out my phone and turned my brightness all the way up, using it as an impromptu flashlight. A very narrow and short stairway loomed before me, so short that Jesse had to nearly crouch down and frog walk just to get through.
“You comin or what babe?” he asked as he descended, growing farther and farther away from me. A part of me screamed not to go in, the claustrophobic stairwell had such a repulsive vibe radiating about it. But a bigger part told me to quit being a fucking pussy and that every supposedly haunted sight I’ve been too was a complete fucking dud. There was no reason why this one would be any different. I took a deep breath and descended.
Chapter 10.
By the time I reached the bottom of the stairs, I guessed we were about twenty feet below ground. My cellphone’s screen cast a weak five foot radius of light, but outside of that was a pitch black abyss, save for the small bobbing light of Jesse’s phone, which was about thirty feet away. He was looking at one of the curved walls, white symbols of various esoteric origin shined faintly against his light. I dug in my backpack for one of the flashlights and pulled it out. When I turned on the beam, I was taken aback by just how big the place was. The ceilings were at least twenty feet tall, rounded to a dome. From the apex of the dome hung a ram’s skull from a piece of twine. Something was etched into it’s horns, but it was too high up for me to read what it was.
The floor dipped slightly in the middle, and I saw I was standing next to one of the four canals that met in the middle, where that hole was. Black as obsidian, seeming to absorb my light. I absently took a step away from it.
“Christ these people were bonafide fuckin crazies alright.” Jesse said in awe as he examined all the symbols on the walls. I turned and saw there was two pillars on my left, with a raised pedestal between them. Another skull sat atop this pedestal, and I walked up to examine it. I couldn’t tell what I was looking at, because it had horns protruding from each side, but was rounded and square like a human skull, but larger. Perhaps like that of a Neanderthal.
“What the fuck…” I said under my breath. The skull was not clean either, bit’s of leathery brown flesh still clung to the skull in some spots. It’s teeth were jagged and misshapen, but remotely human. I stooped down to read the writing engraved on the pillar that held this peculiar skull. Legiones ducentæ altaris- Altar of Paimon, 2002 AD. I heard approaching foot steps and knew Jesse had come up from behind me.
“Oh man, look at that!” He said, and I knew by t
he sound of his voice he was talking into the camera phone. “We are here, ladies and gentleman, in the lair of Theron “wolf” Mobley, with my beautiful girlfriend, the vixen Liz, and holy shit is this place trippy.” He said, putting the phone up to the skull, and doing a dramatic pan-around to my face. “You ready to fuck in this mad man’s lair, my love?” He asks.
“Oh yes.” I said, adding honey to my voice and winking at the camera, trying to get in the mood. Jesse turned the phone off and began taking the real camera gear out of his back pack.
“It’s gonna be tough trying to get a leveled shot with this damn sloping floor. You should see if you can stick a light up in each corner babe, try and get this place as bright as possible so people can see that we are actually in this motherfucker and not scamming them…Liz?” he asked. I had been transfixed by the skull. It did not look like a fake, a satanic jackalope prop. It looked real… But, how? And why hadn’t the townspeople, who’d done such a thorough job expunging Mobley’s legacy, not come down here to finish the job? Because, this is a place of worship, worshipping the dark prince they’re all scared shitless of. You probably couldn’t pay them to come down here, I thought. I snapped out of it though, and began digging through the black duffel bag we carried with us.
“On it.” I said. I pulled out three battery powered Coleman lanterns and set them aside, as well as two high powered hand held spot lights. Before I set these up however, I dug around in my personal pack for the small half pint bottle of vodka I had bought last night from the store next to our hotel. I was wound up tighter than a clock spring, and knew in my current state there’d be no way for me to relax enough for anal to happen. While Jesse was busy setting up the tripods and trying to get a good stage for us to perform on, I slugged half the bottle in two gulps, wincing and blinking away tears as the cheap booze blazed a searing trail down my throat and into my belly. I thought about offering some to Jesse, but he didn’t seem to need it. He was in his element.
Once I was buzzed and slightly more at ease, I went about setting the lanterns and spot lights up by angling them towards the walls, and soon the dark temple was lit up like a Christmas tree… A very unholy, fucked up Christmas tree. With all it’s space illuminated, it was somehow more awful than the abyssal darkness I had walked into. So many symbols on the wall, so much evidence of obsession and passionate worship. With the ceiling now fully illuminated, I could see the paintings that surrounded that suspended skull. Pictures of a great multicolored beast rising up out of the ground, pulling people apart, eating them. A massive erect penis jutted from this renaissance style painting, it was nearly half the size of the beast itself, with four women impaled upon it like a shish kebab. It was the Luciferian version of the Sistine chapel.
I saw Jesse had setup the camera’s right towards the center of the temple, where the black hole was. Three cameras, all set up at different angles focusing towards the center.
“Check this out babe, so you know how this hole is supposed to be like, the gateway to hell, or whatever? What if, after I get done busting a huge load in that sweet ass of yours, you walk over and squat over the hole, and we get a money shot of you pushing out my load down into the hole. That’d be some shit, right?” He said, and smacked my ass. I swallowed, stared at the circular portal, and nodded. I kissed him on the cheek, and then went to grab his package, which I wasn’t surprised to find was already at half mast.
“Sounds good. Now let’s get this over with before someone finds our car and we get arrested.” I said. While Jesse turned on the camera’s and did some test shots, I began to strip, trying to get comfortable being naked in this place of sinister worship. As soon as my clothes were off, I felt the empty eye sockets of the two skulls eyeing me lustily, which I know is absurd, but I honestly couldn’t shake the feeling that the great devil painted on the ceiling, and the skull of Paimon, or whatever it was, was very pleased with these proceedings.
I finished off the rest of the vodka in two chugs, my adrenaline already causing my first buzz to dissipate rapidly. We didn’t have the blanket for me to kneel on, so I’d have to get used to the rough stone digging into my knees and hands. That was alright, it would add to the gritty appeal of the video. Jesse stripped as well, and came over to embrace me, as he saw my body was still rippled with goose flesh. It was cooler down here than it was outside, and I gladly let him fold his arms around me, his calloused hands rubbing over my skin, trying to warm me up with friction. I remember how tender and sweet the gesture was, and almost wished we didn’t have to go through with the video, knowing as soon as we hit record that different Jesse would come out. The performer, the actor, the crude borderline abusive one.
“I love you, you know that?” He said, looking down at me. I almost started crying, but fought back the tears.
“I love you too.” I said, and got on my tip toes to kiss him deeply. This is one of the most painful memories of all, how he had shown his truly tender side, and dropped the big L, just before shit hit the fan. To this day I still wonder what had compelled him to say that, right then and there, in the congressional hall of the damned of all places. It didn’t matter however, the moment passed and he let go, taking a big handful of ass and squeezing hard. Then he went and hit record on all the camera’s, the stage ready. I went to retrieve the lube and the butt plug, taking deep breaths and trying to relax, knowing the more tense I was the more it would hurt.
“Alright guys, I’ve been waiting all day to do this. Me and Liz have had to go through hell and high water just to get here, just for you, our loyal fans. Come here Liz.” He said. I walked over into the circle of camera’s, and half heartedly said my spiel for them. My words slurred slightly from the inebriation I now felt, but I didn’t think the audience would care or even notice, they’d be too busy staring at my pale body, my pierced breasts, the spider web tattoo I had that was just above my pussy, where it blended into the labia. I was just a piece of meat for them, I see that now.
Once the introduction was over with, we got down to business. I started off by sucking Jesse’s cock, making sure to maintain direct eye contact with one of the cameras. The slurping sounds I made reverberated strangely off the temple walls, and it was oddly arousing. I then proceeded to put his balls in my mouth, and stroked off the thick cock for the camera.
“Oh yes baby, that’s it.” He moaned, holding up my multicolored hair like a gentleman as I did so. Then when he decided it was time for a scene change, he gripped my bangs hard and pulled me up. “How did my cock taste, huh?” He said, choking me slightly as he asked this.
“Amazing.” I said.
“Yeah? I bet it’d taste even better after it’s been in your ass for a little while.” He said, and spun me around. I was now looking right at the Altar of Paimon, that horned skull seemed to be staring right at us. But I did not feel fear or revulsion this time. In fact, I began to feel a strange sort of excitement at the whole situation. Of us doing these perverted acts in a place of such nefarious worship. The idea that those skulls may harbor some celestial entities from hell that witnessed our acts of abomination and be pleased by it aroused me in a strange way. I realized then the hypnotic power of it all, and could understand how and why someone like Mobley could pull off what he did. The thought of being in here with fifteen or twenty other naked bodies, performing a great ritual of lust and sacrifice thrilled me to my core. My eyes were fixed to the skull, and I could feel myself growing wetter, and not just from the pussy strokes Jesse was doing.
Jesse bent me over, and I obediently got on my hands and knees.
“That’s right, you, our loyal followers, asked us time and time again for anal. You wanted to see me destroy Liz’s sweet, pink little ass hole and that’s exactly what you’re gonna get.” I heard Jesse say. I felt him spread my ass cheeks apart, and spit directly into my asshole. I giggled mischievously. He knelt down, and began to eat my ass while he fingered my clit. I figured I would have to block out my surroundings in order to focus on my orgasm, but
I found I didn’t have to do that. I let myself be watched by whatever devilish entities and spirits that remained. It was strangely exhilarating. I cried out, hearing my voice echo off the stone walls.
He stopped momentarily to grab the butt plug and lube, making sure to show the camera’s what it was he had in his hand. Then he uncapped the lube and went off script by shoving the nozzle right into my ass and squeezing. I gasped as I felt the cold oily jell fill my rectum, before he squirted a bit on my pussy too. Then he proceeded to shove his fingers in me, finger fucking me hard in both holes, a pleasant sensation I’d never encountered before. This planted an idea in my head.
“Plug me up and then fuck me baby. I wanna get both holes filled.” I yelled. Jesse whistled.
“You hear that guys and girls! My little slut wants both holes filled. What have we done? My sweet little Liz is addicted to getting all her holes filled now.” He said. Then he shoved the plug in. I gasped, feeling a small tearing pain down there, but it was quickly eclipsed as his cock filled my pussy shortly thereafter. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head at this new profound fullness. It was one of the most intense sensations I’d ever felt. “Come on baby, give them a show.” He growled, and fucked me harder. I took one hand and slid it between my legs, my fingers finding my throbbing clit. I began to rub in quick little circular motions, my fingers trembling from all that stimuli.
The first orgasm came on quickly, mostly from adrenaline making me sensitive and hyper aware of my own body. I came fast and hard, grunting and feeling myself clenching both orifices. I had a clear view between my legs, and tried to maintain eye contact with the camera directly behind me, they always liked eye contact. I rubbed faster as I could see drops of my essence dripping off Jesse’s sack. He felt me coming and quickly pulled out. I shouted with relief as I felt the building pressure release, a gushing torrent exploding between my legs. I could see the milky fluid running down the canal, draining towards that bottomless hole.
