I knew something was wrong the minute I opened my
front door. My alarms were on and all lights were
green, but someone was already inside. The little
soft-ball cat toy wasn't up against the door like it
should have been as I opened the door. Maybe you have
to be a little paranoid to always drop a cat toy just
behind the door whenever you leave and then look for
it against the door after you have slightly opened it,
but just because you are paranoid doesn't mean that
there aren't people out there trying to get you.
I am a LOT paranoid, and I don't have a cat, but the
cat toy had been pushed all the way into the room and
I knew absolutely that someone besides me had already
opened this door.
I cursed myself for not having taken a weapon with me,
but I had been at a neighborhood pool party at the
local fitness club and it is pretty hard to hide a
significant weapon when you are dressed in just a pair
of sweats over a swimsuit.
I kept my back to the wall and continued slowly into
the room, my hand moving along the wall to the
painting of the surf off the coast of Maine. I
noiselessly slid my hand beneath the painting and into
the concealment located behind it. I should have
retrieved my Beretta 92FS 9mm pistol, one of four
weapons I keep stashed around the place, but instead
my hand closed on nothing. The concealment was empty.
I was debating between retreating out the door and
charging into the living room when a voice called
pleasantly from the other room, "You have an
impressive array of weaponry, but I assure you we come
in peace. Please join us."
With that the lights came on in the next room. As the
saying goes, "If they wanted me dead I would be dead
already," so I walked into my living room to join
whoever it was that had defeated my alarm systems and
removed at least one of my defensive weapons from its
hiding place. I have to admit I was taken aback by
what I saw as I came around the corner. I haven't seen
everything, but I have seen quite a bit and it takes a
lot to surprise me. This surprised me.
Sitting on my couch were two persons dressed like they
had just finished filming the latest sequel to "Men in
Black." The one who had been speaking even looked
quite a bit like Will Smith. I knew he had been the
one who was speaking because the other Man in Black
was a woman. The black suit and sunglasses accented
her pale skin and shining blond hair, and the
obviously tailored suit highlighted her well formed
breasts, even as she sat stiffly on the couch. If it
was possible to sit at attention, that is what both of
them were doing.
Will said, "I hope you enjoyed your party," and
gestured for me to take a seat in the chair opposite
them.
I prefer to pick my own seating arrangements, so I
instead slowly lowered myself into my recliner and
pulled the lever to lean back as I asked, "What do
you... agents want of me?"
As I moved the recliner back I wobbled the lever
slightly side to side and pressed back twice with my
heels against the leg support. The motions were
intended to look like the normal motions of a male
settling into his favorite chair, but the sequence
actually activated a special program on the security
computer. The TV set mounted on the wall behind the
two agents came on at a low light level and began to
display the feed from the thermal imaging camera
mounted in the vent above me. Neither Agent in Black
noticed the image starting to form behind them. When
the picture slowly brightened, I would be able to see
the heat signatures of their bodies, and more
importantly I would be able to see what weaponry they
had concealed in their clothing.
"I assume you are agents of some sort?"
As I spoke, my hand slipped into the small slot just
above the lever on the side of the chair. I was hoping
to find my Baby Browning. The 25 caliber isn't much of
a weapon, but it beats throwing pillows at someone. I
like it as a last resort because it is small enough to
overlook in a quick search, but at close range the
seven shot clip allows for a double two-one heart-head
tap with one round left in the pistol.
Will smiled and held up the Browning. As he placed it
on the table, he said softly, "As I said, you have an
impressive array of weaponry for a peaceful man."
I didn't answer. Instead I pushed the two buttons
located at the bottom of the area that should have
held the Browning. Will winced as the sharp prongs of
a taser mechanism punched through the cushion on which
he was sitting. Blond in Black screamed and jumped to
a standing position.
He smiled wryly and spoke softly, "I guess I should
have said that you have a VERY impressive array of
weaponry for a peaceful man. I thought that we had
neutralized the power source for that, but evidently
there was still enough power in the capacitors to
trigger the plungers. Lucky for me, there wasn't
enough charge for the power surge. May we now discuss
why we are here?"
Blond in Black, however, was more ready to cuss than
discuss. "You son of a bitch," she screamed at Will.
"You said that thing was completely neutralized. Those
prongs hit me right between the legs and the shock
mechanism was active.
It damn near burned my clit off!"
He smiled back at her. It was not a reassuring smile.
The last man I saw smile like that put three bullets
into my chest at close range. If I hadn't been wearing
a vest, I would have been dead. But I was, and so he
was... dead that is.
The warm smile and cold eyes had their intended
effect, however, and Blonde in Black suddenly regained
her composure and sat back down on the couch. Will
coldly replied to her, "If the shock system had been
active you would be unconscious right now."
Looking over at me, he added, "Correct?" Then, as if
we had not been interrupted at all, he repeated, "May
we NOW discuss why we are here?"
"Sure, why the hell not," I replied. Actually I was
starting to respect whoever this was. He was well
trained, well prepared and not easily shaken.
Obviously, he was one dangerous son of a bitch.
"We need your help to solve a mystery," began Will.
"... an old mystery from ancient Ireland." With that
he handed me several sheets of paper. "Do you know
what these are?"
"They are rubbings," I replied as I set them on the
coffee table between us, "... like you would make from
a tombstone."
"Correct, but they are not from a tombstone. They are
from the Black Room at Moore's Abby."
"Never heard of it," I replied.
"Very few people have," Will responded. "And those who
know of the Abby know nothing of the Black Room. The
Black Room isn't actually in the Abby, but is sealed
in an underground cavern on the grounds. The
Franciscans who built the Abby thought it was a portal
to hell, so they sealed it off. Through the centuries,
everyone who has tried to unravel the mystery of the
Black Room has died or disappeared or been driven
totally insane. The local town is called Galbally. The
name means, 'The Town of the Alien.' I have always
found that name amusing."
He laughed. It was not a reassuring sound. Then he
continued. As he spoke, he placed papers on the coffee
table in front of me. The first rubbings looked like
ancient writings and as the stack grew the writing
moved through several renditions of ancient Gaelic,
into Old English, and finally into modern English. The
top copy read:
On the darkest of the darkest nights
With blue flame of purest light
Within the circle of the morning star
Bound and open from afar
Sun joins moon and earth joins sky
Until comes thunder from on high
If the ritual is true and tried
The solid door will open wide
But if you do not time it well
You will see the depths of hell
I picked up the paper and held it up as if to read it.
What I was actually doing was examining a little more
closely the heat signatures displayed behind my
visitors. I leaned back and again levered the recliner
into the relaxed position as if I was settling back to
examine the papers. As I did so, I once again slid my
hand into the pocket on the side of the chair. This
time I did not press both buttons, but instead pressed
the top button rapidly three times and sat back up. I
pretended to examine the paper while I waited for the
backup system to cycle.
Mentally I began counting down, "Three, two, one..."
"EEEIIIAAHH!"
Blond in Black screamed loudly and slumped over
against Will as the taser charge surged against her
nether region. This time there was an extra needle
that contained a rather powerful sedative. She would
be out for some time. I noted that the mechanism had
evidently once again plunged between her legs. The
backup had restored it to full power. She would be
very sore for quite a while. Will pushed her back over
onto the couch and began to reach for the weapon I
couldn't identify, but now knew was in an inside
pocket of his black suit.
"Not necessary," I said quietly. "I could have
triggered both sides, but I thought we needed to
talk... privately."
Will continued to move his hand slowly toward the
weapon, so I got up from the chair and stood alongside
it with my hands held slightly out from my sides and
my fingers spread. "Look behind you," I said as I
slowly raised my arm and pointed toward the heat
camera display. "I don't know what you are or where
you are from, but you are definitely not from around
here, are you?"
Will looked over his shoulder at the TV screen which
displayed a rather explicit heat image of the Woman in
Black. She had rather large labia, a piercing in each
nipple and apparently another piercing through the
hood of her clit. If the taser hit that metal, she
would definitely have burns. His own equally explicit
image showed not a human heat pattern, but instead an
almost reptilian- shaped heat image.
He smiled. This time it was a real smile. "They told
me you were good. Over the years, I have always gone
to the best. Maybe you are the one who can help me at
last." He gestured for me to return to my seat. "First
you tell me what you think is going on, and then I
will tell you the real story."
I was much more relaxed now. This could still go
south, but it didn't appear to be a weapons situation
connected to my primary line of work, it was more in
line with my "hobby" of supplying technical support to
exclusive clients interested in special forms of
sexual pleasure.
"Well," I began, "for one thing you enjoyed watching
your fellow agent get shocked. Assuming that is your
sexual equipment between your legs, there was a
significant heat increase when she squealed and jumped
up that first time. I assume you aren't screwing her
regularly because you are bigger than any man I have
ever seen and I don't think she could handle the
equipment on a regular basis, if you know what I mean.
No woman could, so you probably have to get your
jollies by inflicting pain, power or control."
"Even if I tried your normal mating practices," Will
replied, "there would be a great deal of pain
involved. Some women actually enjoy the mixture of
pleasure and pain, but yes, I find that over the years
I have begun to enjoy watching a human woman in
pain... or pleasure... or both."
He shrugged his shoulders. "You take what you can get,
and it has been a LONG time since I have been with one
of my own kind."
"I'd say at least 2000 years, judging by the Celtic
runes. The oldest stuff looks Babylonian, so somehow
this stone or stones or whatever it is got from
Babylonia to Ireland. I would say that somehow one day
a Celtic shaman or witch or queen or whatever either
figured out how to open the portal or accidentally
opened it while doing some other ritual and you got
caught on this side of the door when it closed. You've
been trying to get back, but you really don't know how
it works, do you?"
Will's eyes were almost boring through me as he
answered, "Close. You are very, very good. The only
thing you got wrong is that it was still in Babylon
when I fell through the portal. I arranged for it to
be taken to Egypt when the Hittites sacked the city.
From there it went to Spain with the Phoenician
invasion.
When the Celts were raiding the coastal towns of
Spain, I saw an opportunity to take it to a place of
safety on that relatively small island. I hoped to be
able to recreate the events that opened the portal in
Babylon, but I have never been successful. I know that
it wasn't supposed to open like that, but I don't know
for sure what triggered it. I've come close several
times, but..."
He again shrugged in what was almost a Mediterranean
gesture of resignation. "I know it takes sex - lots of
sex. It has to be a fair-skinned woman with red hair."
Looking at his unconscious partner he added, "or
blonde hair." He smiled again - this time the cold
smile - and continued, "It has to be sex with a
special kind of woman, and she has to be bound. It
doesn't have to be rape, but it has to be rough so
that there is a mixture of pain and pleasure... but it
can't be unwilling.
The woman has to be that special type who needs both
the pain and the pleasure to truly become sexually
exited by what is happening to her." Another shrug.
"And the moment of climax has to be exactly at
midnight on what you call Halloween."
He took off his sunglasses and reached up to his eyes.
He removed what appeared to be two rather large
contact lens and then looked back up at me with
yellow, slitted eyes. His face contorted slightly and
for a moment I thought that he was going to attack,
but then he started to sob, "But it doesn't work. I
can't get it right.
I thought it had something to do with a 19 year cycle
or a 53 year cycle, but regardless of how I try to set
it up, it just doesn't work. And sometimes when it
almost works, the people in the circle are sometimes
pulled through to the other side or they die or they
lose their minds but the portal still doesn't open.
I've tried everything through the centuries, but the
damn door just won't open!"
As he was crying, the black suit slowly dissolved away
and so did the outward Will Smith appearance. He stood
there naked, his blue reptilian skin glistening softly
in the light. The lizard face smiled, if that is what
you can call it when there are no lips. "Do you
realize how much mental energy it takes to maintain
such a strong mental projection for long periods of
time?"
He shuddered slightly as if he were loosening his
muscles after a great effort.
"It helps if I choose a face that is somewhat familiar
to the people around me.
Then their minds tend to fill in the details and I
don't have to be so exact."
Will sat back down and gave me another lizard smile.
"I used to do a great Elvis..." He laughed remembering
something about those days, "but I really do prefer to
project a dark skinned person. If I have to go for
really light skin, it can be very hard to maintain for
long periods of time unless I am wearing some sort of
true clothing that conceals my bodily form. Whenever I
can, I try to stay in cultures that accept wearing
robes. Then I only have to project the face and hands.
I have projected a lot of hands and faces through the
centuries."
Will paused and again started laughing but now it was
almost in an hysterical way. I thought he was going to
lose it, but he quickly composed himself and
continued. "The purpose of the portal was to obtain...
I think you call them 'slaves,' but that isn't quite
the right word. They are willing slaves... sexual
slaves. They actually seek the pain of mating with us.
I was told that you understand women who are like
this. That is one of the reasons I came to you."
I nodded partly in agreement with his statement and
partly to show him I was actually listening to him. He
was now totally matter of fact, almost like a college
professor giving a lecture. "Somehow the portal knows
their hearts and minds, and if they are truly willing
sexual slaves - male or female - the portal brings
them back to our dimension. It isn't just for our
pleasure, though that it part of it. Our species has
no..."
He paused as if trying to think of the correct word
and then continued with "...womb bearers. It is
possible for us to exchange genetic material between
ourselves, but the murias - I think 'embryo' would be
your closest equivalent word - must be implanted in a
willing womb. If the womb is not willing, the embryo
will not... attach."
"You have no women?" I asked.
"Male and female as you know them do not exist for us.
In our species, as we approach maturity, we seek out a
suitable partner or partners and exchange genetic
sequences." He gestured toward an area on his side
that looked more like a healed wound more than a
opening. I decided that I really didn't want to know
the details of how they accomplished exchanging
genetic sequences.
"That is only done once in our lifetime. The other's
genetic material is stored within us for future
combination. We can control when such combination
happens, but after the combining occurs, as the murias
develop within us, we are driven to find suitable
wombs in which to deposit the murias. Somehow, at some
time, it was discovered that human females make the
best womb bearers.
"That is why we seek human females - that and the fact
that the human female's body seems to most greatly
activate our desire to deposit a muria in their womb.
Our attraction to human females is so strong we find
that it is often quite pleasurable to release the
fluid that carries the muria into a willing womb even
if a muria is not present."
He looked slightly embarrassed. It was almost like
talking to one of the local high school kids about
sex. ... No, it was exactly like that.
Click!!! I was beginning to get the picture. Either
time moves very differently wherever Will was from or
his species has an unbelievably long life span. In
either case, I now understood exactly what was going
on. Will was basically a horny teenager who had gone
to a peep show, fallen through the glass and couldn't
get back into the audience. Now he was asking me to
figure out was what caused him to fall through the
window and somehow get him back.
"Tell me exactly what happened when you fell through
the portal," I asked. His heat signature flushed.
Whatever happened was definitely embarrassing to him.
"It was thousands of your years ago in what you call
Babylon. The people there worshiped Marduk as god of
the sun and Nanna-seun as goddess of the moon. The
portals were created in the temples so that we could
capture wombs during the fertility festival that
celebrated the start of the new solar sequence. Each
year at what you call the spring equinox, there would
be one or two participants who were chosen by the
portal to be womb bearers. Occasionally there would be
a male slave or two who were brought through purely
for work and pleasure."
I must have looked displeased because Will added, "I
told you the portal will only take those who truly
desire deeply in their hearts to be a sexual slave. I
think you call such people submissives or pain sluts."
Will looked up at the ceiling as if he were
envisioning something and then continued with his
tale. "Then there came a year in which one of the
their priests came up with a new celebration. It
wasn't at the equal light and dark times in the
spring, but at what you call the autumnal or fall
equinox - or it was supposed to be. We can watch and
listen through the portals, and we heard what the
priest told his people, but he messed up his
calculations." Another shrug.
Will must have spent a lot of time in Spain or Italy.
I expected him to start talking with his hands at any
minute. "Maybe the priest didn't make a mistake. Maybe
he knew what would happen and intentionally moved the
date. In any case, the festival was several days
late."
"I don't know what the purpose of the festival was
supposed to be, but he somehow convinced them re-enact
their creation myth where Marduk shoots an arrow down
Tiamat's throat and splits her body to form the
heavens and the earth. Eight women were brought into
the temple. They were totally naked. Henna had been
used to lighten the hair on their heads and all other
hair had been removed from their bodies. Each woman
was led into the room and made to stand within a
wooden frame. Her arms were spread high above her head
and tied to the frame. Her legs were also widely
spread and tied to the base of the frame."
I noticed that Will's not insubstantial member had
swollen slightly. I really hoped this teenaged
reptilian didn't pop a woody remembering the sexual
excesses of that night.
"After the women were securely tied, eight other naked
women, the hair of their heads removed, their bodies
totally shaved and glistening with grease or oils,
came into the temple and began painting the bodies of
the bound women with symbols of the stars and planets.
After they were finished with that, they began rubbing
oils into the women's womb openings and back openings.
They also began inserting carved wooden phalluses into
both openings."
"While they were doing this, several of the male
priests - who were also naked and hairless - began
whipping the women with soft whips of some sort. The
eight women were soon crying out in pain and pleasure.
The whippings and the rubbings continued until each
woman had reached orgasm multiple times. After the
women were hanging limp in their bonds from their
ordeal, they were released from the frames and led
over to spots directly in front of the portal.
There were eight wooden frames lying on the ground.
Each frame was encircled by small lamps that somehow
burned with a very blue flame. It was very bright to
our eyes and with the bright blue light, we could
easily see everything through the portal. Several
naked males entered. One lay down on his back in the
center of each of the frames.
The slave women used their mouths to make the males
totally erect and then each impaled themselves on the
males. The naked women who had earlier painted the
bodies of the Tiamats, now bound the women's hands and
feet somewhat loosely to the frame."
"The priests began to again whip the backs and
buttocks of the bound women as they ground themselves
against the males. This went on for several minutes
until the priest who had organized everything shouted,
'It is time.'"
"With that more naked males entered. Their bodies had
been painted so that half of them were brilliant
yellow like the sun and half were a more subdued white
like the moon. The suns took a position in front of
each woman while the moons began to push the women
down and lay across the them from behind. From the
gasps of the women, it was obvious that the moon men
were penetrating their back openings. The man, the
woman, and the man underneath the woman all began
moving and thrusting against each other. The women
were soon moaning and calling out in pain and
passion."
"The priest in charge then yelled out 'Now Marduk,
shoot your arrow down Tiamat's throat,' and each of
the males standing in front of the women put their
very hard and erect penises in the women's mouths."
"'Hold back... Hold back..." the priest kept repeating
as the men and women thrust and thrashed together."
"'Hold back... Hold back... Hold back..." It seemed to
go on forever and then suddenly the priest yelled,
'NOW!'"
"The 24 men and 8 women all climaxed at the same time.
By then there were many of us leaning against the
portal watching everything and hoping that at least
some of these wombs would be drawn over to us. That's
when it happened. I was suddenly falling, and just as
suddenly I found myself lying on the ground. When I
got back to my feet, I realized that I was on the
wrong side of the portal."
"Everyone began screaming. Three of the women had
disappeared at the same moment that I had suddenly
appeared and was now standing among them. A few of the
priests bowed down facing me, but most grabbed weapons
and began trying to force me out of the temple. Some
high priest types who had been watching everything
from a platform that we had not been able to see
through the portal suddenly began shouting, 'He has
summoned Asmodeus. Slay him!'"
"Everyone turned to where the priest who had organized
the festival had been standing, but he, too, had
vanished leaving his robes piled in a heap where he
had been standing. While everyone was shouting and
looking for the priest, I ran from the temple. I hid
in the city for a while until I learned how to
properly disguise myself. Thus I began my odyssey to
find my way home."
Will looked at me with pleading eyes and asked, "So,
can you help me get home?"
"Did you write the inscription on the stone?"
"No," he replied. "I just translated it. I keep
translating it into the current language in hopes that
someone can duplicate whatever it was that opened the
portal."
I chuckled. Will did not like that and responded with
what almost sounded like a hiss.
"Calm down, Will. I'm not laughing at you. I am just
remembering all the legends of blue devils that have
come out of Ireland. Maybe they weren't legends after
all. People must have seen you a couple of times over
the ages. I believe you, and I think I can help you.
You have come to the right man, but we don't have much
time and it will be very expensive."
"I have accumulated a great deal of wealth through the
centuries," replied Will. "What do you need."
"We need access to the Black Room."
"No problem. A cave that I have expanded and tunneled
out runs underground from my estate to the room. That
is why I bought the estate."
"I need a charter airplane to fly about fifty of my
friends to Ireland."
"No problem."
"I need your assurance that neither I nor any of my
friends will be harmed or taken through the portal
unless they want to do go."
"We will make a truce promise. It is binding on all my
people."
"And we need a willing womb to be your sex slave
during this ritual and probably to go with you back
through the portal."
"That would be me." came a somewhat sleepy voice from
the couch. Evidently the Blond in Black was awake and
had been listening to us. She turned to Will and
continued, "I have always been able feel your power. I
have always been able to see your power through your
disguise even though I have never before seen your
true form. The power excites me. The danger is what
drew me to you. I want you to use me. I want you to
dominate me. I want you to hurt me for your own
pleasure."
"Prove it," I barked out rather loudly.
"What...? How...?" she sputtered.
"Strip! Now! Everything!" I commanded, and to my
surprise she immediately began to remove her black
suit.
My next comments were directed at Will. "She needs to
be your slave. Tell her what to do. Tell her what you
want!"
Will responded by fully unleashing one of the largest
penises - if that is what it was - I had ever seen.
"Use your mouth," he commanded the blonde.
Naked and on her knees she crept over to him and began
to lick and suck on his prodigious member. Erect it
was as almost as long as her arm and at least that
large. Blondie worked to pull at least the tip into
her mouth. Like a typical teenager, it didn't take
Will long to cum. Copious amounts of thick grey
material flowed out of her mouth and onto her face and
down her chest.
"Put it inside me," she panted. "Please, before I lose
my nerve."
Will didn't need much more encouraging. He pushed her
over onto her back and thrust into her. From her
squeals and screams I could tell that he bottomed out
with about one-third of it inside her. Then he began
pumping. If there was any doubt that she was a totally
submissive pain slut those doubts were blasted away as
his massive member stretched her cunt almost as if she
were giving birth. She orgasmed with a high, long
wailing scream.
She lay beneath him softly moaning a continuous "Oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh..." Will eventually recovered himself
and, looking somewhat embarrassed, re-established his
clothing disguise. After he had put his contacts back
in, I spoke. "We only have a few days. This has to
happen next Thursday night."
"But that isn't Halloween," interjected Will. The
inscription says that the timing has to be exactly
right."
"Correct," I replied, "and I think that is the one
thing that you have gotten wrong all these years.
Obviously you figured out what the timing had to be on
this portal or whatever it is after the Roman
conquests."
He looked startled. "Yes, but what does that have to
do with it?"
"Since then, Halloween isn't Halloween. Samhain, the
true Halloween is supposed to be on the night of the
dark of the moon following the Autumnal Equinox. The
Romans screwed up the date when they combined it with
a Roman pagan harvest festival. They moved a lunar
event to a solar calendar. The Babylonians had a
solar-lunar calendar. The Roman calendar was purely
solar. That Babylonian priest didn't get the date
wrong. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was
probably also one of your species trying to get home.
He must have figured out that... Will, your sun is
much bluer that our sun, isn't it?"
"Yes it is, but what does that have to do with it?"
"Red light hurts your eyes, doesn't it? And you really
can't see all that well in direct light from our sun?
That's why the dark sunglasses and the contacts."
Will hesitated to reveal a weakness, but finally
nodded his head and said, "Yes. I try to avoid the
strong light of your sun."
"That explains it all," I continued. On the dark of
the moon after the Autumnal Equinox there is no
sunlight, not even the reflected sunlight from the
moon. It is the darkest of the dark nights. Maybe any
other dark of the moon would work, but there might be
something with the alignments of the planets or
whatever at that time that affects something in the
portal, so that is when it works."
Will nodded as what I was explaining began to sink in.
"I think the blue light is just to get your attention
with something bright that you can easily see. When
you burn alcohol rather than oil in a lamp you get a
blue flame. If it is half-alcohol and half water, the
flame is the truest... and bluest. For Brandy, that is
100 proof. A pure blue flame. You folks must see that
true blue alcohol flame best of all. A circle of blue
flame around a naked sex show on a dark night was sure
to attract watchers to the portal."
"The Babylonian priest - whoever he was - was relying
on such a big crowd that when the forces - whatever
they are - that hold the portal closed were weakest,
the push of the crowd would force the barrier open and
he could slide back into your world. It worked. He did
that. He got home. But you fell out. Maybe it takes
the absence of any red light to allow the barrier to
open or maybe he just needed the right number of horny
young whatever-you-ares leaning against the portal. In
any case, if we duplicate those conditions on the
darkest of dark nights, we should get you home."
Will was evidently processing all that I had just told
him because his human face flickered in and out with
the blue reptilian visage occasionally showing
through.
"Can you write in your home language?"
"What?" answered Will.
"Can you write in your home language. Can you make a
sign that people on the other side of the portal can
read? "
"I can etch a message on the portal itself. What do I
need to say?"
"Put it on something in front of the portal so you
don't have to write backwards. They are looking from
the other side. Get some UV blacklilghts and light up
your message so that they all can read it. Tell them
to stand back from the portal until it is time to
push. They will know when that time is right. Have
them tether themselves to something to make sure that
none of them fall through when the window opens. Make
sure you tell them of our truce promise. And so that
we can be sure there will be enough of them on the
other side of the portal, tell them get ready for one
hell of a show that will be at least as good as the
one they watched 4000 years ago."
Will smiled at me, his reptilian face slightly visible
through his human visage. I could tell it was a happy
smile, but I would still hate to see that smile on a
dark night.
Two days later a charter 787 set down at Cork airport
in Ireland. I told Will that a plane that could carry
300 people was a bit of overkill for our small group,
but he explained to me that the plane was being
delivered to Aer Lingus and according to its manifest
was carrying only a crew and flight test technicians.
He added "We needed to get everyone into the county
with no questions asked, so I bought the plane for Aer
Lingus to repay a favor I owe to one of the major
shareholders."
Evidently he could see the look of concern on my face,
because he continued, "You have complete documentation
and tickets for a return trip. My solicitors will take
care of everything once I am gone. If I have the
wealth to buy one of Boeing's best just to get you
into the country, I have the wealth to see that you
all leave the country very well rewarded if things go
well. "
He smiled - not the friendly smile - "And if things go
wrong, none of you were ever here."
Seeing my obvious discomfort at that comment, he
chuckled and added, "I have learned a lot about
humanity in 4000 years. I always keep my word, but I
also always, as you say, cover my ass. You have
nothing to fear from me. But if your plan goes wrong
and you all die or disappear, I don't have to explain
things to the authorities." This time the smile was
almost reassuring.
By nightfall we were all at Will's estate and ready to
begin setting up everything in the Black Room. Goddess
Deanna had arranged everything. We had all the people
and props and those who needed to know, knew what they
had to do.
I had called Goddess Deanna while Will was still with
me that first night. She knew everybody in a twelve
state area who was into any form of alphabet sex for
fun or profit. I told her what we needed beginning
with the fact that we needed seven pure pain sluts who
would get off being the center of an ancient
Babylonian sex ritual that inflicted a heavy mixture
of pain and pleasure and carried the risk of being
transported into another dimension where they would
bear lizard children for the rest of their lives.
A long silence from her was followed by a single
word..., "Pricey."
I told her everything that Will had explained to me. I
had expected her to be skeptical when I warned her
that some of the pain sluts might be taken through a
portal in a rock wall, but instead, after I had
completed the story, she just answered, "That explains
the faces."
When I responded with a surprised "What?" she
continued. "Every Halloween I used to have a big scene
in an old mausoleum at this mansion I own upstate. No
one had ever been buried there, so there shouldn't
have been any ghosts, but every year someone would say
that they saw faces staring at us from inside the
black granite walls."
"A couple of years ago two of the slaves went missing
overnight. The next morning, one slave's owner claimed
she disappeared on him while they were having sex. He
had her rigged with a TENS unit to shock her tits
while he pumped her ass. He said that just as they
were reaching that magic moment, she suddenly yelled
out, "Yes, I am willing!" and she was gone and he was
face down on the ground."
"I told everyone that I stopped holding the event
because sooner or later there was going to be police
involvement and that would be very bad for business,
but the truth is that same night I saw one of the
faces myself. It looked like it was half man and half
lizard. Seeing him reflected or whatever in the black
stone, his skin looked almost blue."
"It is blue," I answered, "and you are going to help
his cousin get home."
Deanna gave one of her deep, throaty laughs and said,
"Wicked." That was her signature comment, so I knew
she was willing and able to do what we needed. She
then added, "I will have everything in place by
tomorrow night. Price tag is a million five, cash in
advance... plus an account for additional expenses
that may go as high as another mil."
All Will said in response to that was "Bank routing
number?" I handed the phone to him and Goddess Deanna
gave him the information. He pulled a satellite phone
from somewhere - maybe he has a built in pouch -
again, I really don't want to know. He punched the
keys for a few minutes until there was a loud beep.
Then Will told Deanna, "Its in your account."
Will had everything ready when we entered the Black
Room through his "tunneled out cave." It was a long
carpeted hallway with concealed lighting and quality
air handling. It was like walking between buildings in
a major city. The first thing that I saw as we entered
the Black Room were eight polished stones sitting
beneath a bank of black lights, They were covered with
what looked like ancient writing and were sitting in
front of a massive black granite slab which covered
one wall of the room.
I assumed that this must be the portal. That
assumption was confirmed when I saw the inscriptions
that Will has shown me that first night. They took up
a small corner of the wall, but didn't block the view
for the audience behind the portal.
A band of sorts, dressed apparently as Babylonian
temple musicians, was playing an odd assortment of
bells, chimes and harp-looking things. It wouldn't
ever make the top ten on anybody's favorites, but it
had an eerily sexual overtone to it as if it were
calling to lusts buried deep within.
A hooded figure dressed in a deep blue robe stood in a
blue tinged spotlight in the center of the Black Room.
The figure cried out, "It's time," and I knew that it
was Goddess Deanna under the robes. Sixteen naked male
slaves, their bodies totally devoid of hair, processed
into the room carrying eight wooden frames. They kept
perfect step in time to the odd music. Their oiled
bodies glistened in the blue lights as they set the
triangular shaped frames in place upright along one of
the side walls of the room.
They walked out silently, and returned a few moments
later carrying an equal number of wooden frames that
looked like large eight-pointed wooden stars. These
they placed on the floor directly in front of the
highly polished portal wall. Eight naked female slaves
walked behind each frame. Their bodies were also
totally hairless and glistening with oil.
The females were each carrying a large basket which
they placed on the ground next to the star frames. The
baskets contained small oil lamps which the female
slaves began to place around the stars. The slaves
knelt next to the baskets with their knees wide apart
and as they took each lamp from the basket, they
rubbed the body of the lamp against their sex until it
was glistening with their juices. By the time all
eight lamps were in place at the points of the stars,
the female slaves were moaning loudly with arousal.
Goddess Deanna's voice broke the silence with a sharp
command. "We are prepared. Bring in the sacrifices."
The hairless male and female slaves scampered silently
from the room. The band changed tunes and began
playing something that sounded more military - at
least it had a regular beat of a drum and sounded like
something that an ancient army might march to. Eight
men, dressed in white tunics of some sort with folded
headdresses that looked like something I once saw in a
painting in a museum, entered in single file. They had
wide leather belts around their waists and leather
coverings on their forearms. Each held a braided
leather leash, and at the end of that leash was a
naked female.
The females were hairless except for their eyebrows
and the long blond or red hair on their heads. I
recognized the first female as the Blond in Black who
had been in my place with Will that first night. Two
of the others looked familiar. I had probably seen
them at some event or another hosted by Goddess
Deanna. One of the younger ones was trembling and
seemed unsure of proceeding. An additional male,
dressed like the others except in total black, stepped
forward and struck her suddenly with a large whip.
The crack of the whip reverberated in the stone room.
The female stood still, almost rigid. I was thinking
that if we didn't have willing sacrifices this might
not work. For an instance I was upset that Deanna
would have fluffed such an important detail, but then
the female who had been struck shuddered, moaned
loudly, and grabbed herself between the legs. The
procession paused momentarily as she shook and cried
out in an intense orgasm. If her mind had doubts, her
body did not. She was a very willing part of this
ritual.
The naked females were led to the frames which stood
upright along the side wall. The frames were
triangular in shape. In unison, the slaves lifted
their arms high above their heads and the escorts tied
them firmly to short chains which were secured to the
top of the triangle. The escorts then pulled the
females' legs wide apart and secured them to the
bottom corners of the triangles.
The escorts left, and the female slaves who had
carried in the baskets of lamps returned carrying
trays on which were several small pots of what looked
like paint. They rubbed a black powdery substance over
the secured female's bodies so that the skin of each
was darkened to a grayish blue-black. Then they began
painting bright blue, red and yellow stars on the
female's skin. I don't know what kind of paint they
were using, but it appeared to dry instantly and
didn't smear as the hairless females began to rub oils
over the skin they had just painted.
One of the small pots that I thought was paint was
not. It was some sort of grease or heavy oil. The
slaves scooped up handfuls of that and began rubbing
it into the secured sacrifices' cunts and ass. While
they were doing this, the sixteen hairless male slaves
returned. Each held what looked like a soft, leather,
multi-stranded whip. They began flogging the bound
slaves.
One stood on each side of the triangle frames so that
one was whipping the sacrifices' back and one was
whipping her front. The whips were soft and probably
did not inflict much in the way of pain, but from the
sound of the leather hitting flesh, they were
apparently wet from having been soaked in something
and snapped loudly with each strike.
The hairless females then took two dildos from the
trays and began pumping them into the slut slaves cunt
and ass. Deanna had shown me the dildos earlier. One
was bright yellow and had the image of the sun
embossed on the tip. The other slightly smaller and
was a softer white with the image of the moon on the
tip. As the slaves plunged the dildos into the sluts,
I couldn't help but thinking that it gave a whole new
meaning to the word, "mooning."
The combination of pain and pleasure had an immediate
effect on the slut slaves. Within moments they were
thrashing in their bonds. The whipping and the dildo
action continued until each slut slave had climaxed
multiple times. They were now dripping with their own
sweat and sex juices and hanging limply in their
bonds.
"Enough," cried Goddess Deanna, and the hairless male
and female slaves stepped away from the frames. The
females walked over to the star frames, knelt and -
after again rubbing the body of each lamp against
their sex until it was glistening - lit the oil lamps.
They must have been filled with 100 proof alcohol
because there was now a bright circle of blue light
surrounding each star frame.
Goddess Deanna loudly clapped her hands and the
escorts returned. They were followed by a line of
robed and hooded figures. A quick count told me there
were sixteen dressed in white and eight dressed in
black. Two white and one black figure went to each of
the star frames.
The men robed in white removed their robes. One lay on
his back in the center of the star frame. The other
stood at the base of the frame. Meanwhile, the escorts
released the slut slaves from the triangle frames and
led them over to the stars. The sluts knelt next to
the males and using their mouths quickly brought them
to full erect. None of the men were of porn star
proportions, but all were significantly above average
in length and girth.
The sluts then turned their attention to the standing
male and also sucked him to full erection. Then they
straddled the male on the ground and impaled
themselves on his member. The man lying beneath her
then pulled her tightly to him while the figure in
black secured her arms and ankles to the points of the
star. After she was completely secured, the hairless
male slaves again began whipping her back as she
thrust herself onto the prick buried in her cunt.
The blue-hooded figure loudly clapped her hands and
the whippings stopped. The standing male then stepped
between the pain slut's legs and rammed himself into
her ass. There is no other way to describe it. If the
sluts had not been thoroughly stretched out by the
dildos, the pain and tearing would have been
overwhelming. Even with that, however, the sudden
impalement by the well-endowed men caused gasps and
screams.
"Slowly, slowly," instructed Goddess Deanna, and the
men began to pump into the sluts.
"Whips," barked Dianna and the hairless slaves again
began to whip the sluts. The sluts were now totally
lost in a blur of pain and pleasure. They had orgasmed
so many times that the boundary between pain and
pleasure had long ago merged.
"It is time for Marduk to shoot his arrow."
The figures in black threw off their robes. Five of
them were men of prodigious endowment, but even they
were dwarfed by the other three. One of the other
three was Will. I knew it was him because he was
standing in front of the Blond in Black. The other two
were evidently cousins of his that were also trapped
on this side of the portal. I hoped there were no
other surprises that Will had neglected to mention to
me.
Goddess Deanna was repeating in almost a chant, "Hold
back... Hold back... Hold back...'
"Hold back... Hold back... Hold back..." Just as Will
had described, it did seem to go on forever until
Goddess Deanna screamed out, "NOW!"
There was a blast of blue light and a shock wave that
pushed me back against the wall as the 21 men, 8
women, and three whatevers climaxed together in
massive orgasmic peak.
Suddenly it was very quiet except for the soft moaning
of a couple of the slut slaves. Will and his two
cousins were gone. So was the Blond in Black. I had
expected that. Also gone were three of the other slut
slaves, two of the hairless women and one of the
hairless men. I hope they find what they truly
desired. If Will was truthful, they only took those
who deep within themselves wanted to go.
Goddess Deanna folded back her hood and turned to face
me. "I would say that was successful," she said. Then
she continued, "Sorry about not telling you about the
other two. Will said that when he realized that this
might work, he did a world-wide advertising blitz
using his native language in the background. Basically
he told anyone who could understand, 'If you are
trapped here, I have a way to get home. Contact me.'
So we had three to send home instead of just one."
A soft male voice spoke from the shadows at the edge
of the room, "Mr W?"
"I'm W," I replied, and a very well dressed man
carrying a briefcase stepped out of the darkness.
"I am Mr. Lithio's solicitor. He instructed me
concerning payment and reward if this was successful."
"All participants will find that a suitable amount has
been deposited in their checking or savings accounts.
All paperwork has been filed so there are no tax
implications to this transaction. For you and for...
uhhh... Miss Deanna, that amount is one million
dollars plus your expenses." Facing Deanna, "For you
Goddess, that is in addition to the original agreed
upon fee. For all other participants the amount is
$250,000. Mr. Lithio also instructed me to give you
this letter."
He handed me a letter which began, "I apologize for
deceiving you regarding how many of my kind would be
here tonight. I truly did not know until today that
there would be two more of us to send home. I did
deceive you in one other way, though more by omission
that deceit. I have learned over the years, that,
except for its size, there is nothing special about
the portal in the Black Room. Any highly polished
stone will suffice. Black stone works best. Large
stones give a larger window but apparently have the
risk of the portal opening under the right
circumstances."
"I have established a trust which will maintain the
Black Room as a sacred site. Under current laws that
will protect it and for many years to come. There is a
clause which allows for 'certain suitable rituals
deemed necessary by the trustees.' The trustees know
who and what I am but are very well paid to keep
secrets and to take necessary measures so that others
keep the secret. There may be others of my kind who
have somehow been trapped in your world. If anyone
else responds to the notices that we have set up
worldwide, the trustees will contact you and I trust
that you or Deanna will arrange for a suitable
ritual."
The letter continued with typical legal mumbo jumbo
describing exactly how all of the transfers were to
occur and how to draw additional funds in case another
"ritual" was needed.
The final paragraph was handwritten, possibly by Will
himself. "I have also legally established a trust for
the sole purpose of fully funding an annual Halloween
Party at Goddess Deanna's New York estate. I am sure
that everyone present on either side of the polished
granite will greatly enjoy the evening's festivities.
I hope to see you there each year."
Deanna had been reading over my shoulder and when we
finished the letter gave one of her throaty laughs and
said, "Good. Now I don't have to remember to invite
you. You have a permanent invitation."
"I don't know," I replied, hoping that she would see
the twinkle in my eye as I spoke. "I don't know if I
want to try to perform in front of an audience of blue
lizards with giant pricks who might steal the girl
right out from under me."
She laughed again. "It never bothered you when we were
together that night in the grave yard under the full
moon."
I looked somewhat puzzled and she added, "I told you,
I can see the faces. I have always been able to see
the faces. They are always there watching from the
polished stones... any polished stone, remember?"
I hadn't thought of that. Polished stones are
everywhere, especially in graveyards. Sex in the
cemetery will never be the same again.
END