Darkroom Saga Omnibus 2

by Poppet

  “A Love bracelet. It locks onto your arm and only I have the key that undoes it. It's a symbol of our relationship, locking you to me forever.”

  She doesn't need to know it's a bracelet especially made to signify the sub in a relationship of bondage.

  “It's beautiful,” she breathes, gushy, staring up at me with a smile and happy emotional tears.

  “Better than a ring, right?” I tease, stooping to capture that tremulous mouth in a kiss, our first official kiss as Sons of Cain ordained husband and wife. She sniffs, laughing self-consciously at the crowd above us clapping, the thumping of canes on tile starting up to the chant of Son of Cain. “One more hurdle. You got this, Blossom.” She nods, letting Celia lead her away for the ritual dress and mask. My hands are shaking and I'm finding my happiness weird, still half disbelieving that I'm really here, this is happening, she's mine now, forever and ever. All mine. Taking my cloak from Amy, I put it on, pulling on the mask, taking a moment to give Matt my own triumphant glare.

  “I expect to see you two at services now,” he says, closing in, pulling on his leather jeans next to me.

  “You will.”

  “And you have a list of tutorials to film.”

  I nod, “I know. Candace will partner me from now on.”

  He gives me his nefarious smile, “Excellent. She really does have an exceptional cunt.”

  It takes ever ounce of self-control not to slam his head through the windows lining the atrium. I'd love to cut him open and make him bleed.

  Amy dives between us, her sandy hair and fairy small frame dwarfed between us, but she has surprising strength as she pushes me forwards, “Shall we? They're waiting for you.”

  Matthew takes the stairs and I stay on ground level, led to join the men in the circle. There's a strange vibe in here tonight, the entire ritual having significance, affecting me in a way it never has. My gut is knotted when I survey the men selected by Matthew. He's got the elders down here tonight, old men, men who've had long years fornicating and fucking their chosen, and those women who were 'unwed'.

  It dawns on me. This is who Matthew called on. He had these geriatric dicks fill her body for him. He's deliberately trying to stress her out, he wants her to freak out seeing one of her rapists on top of her on her bridal night. Fuck, he is such an evil wanker.

  Glaring up at him, he laughs down at me, rolling the coin between his fingers, waiting to throw it down.

  I dread to think which one he's chosen.

  Perusing the circle while the music escalates to frenetic, building the tension, I do a double take seeing Duke and Jared in the circle.

  Fuck!

  Well that makes sense. Duke must have loved having his way with my girl. He never leaves the compound, he takes what he can get. I was once a man just like him.

  My insides lurch and contract when she's led in by Boris, brought into the circle, her blindfold covering more than half her face. They chose the mask that ensures she'll definitely be blind for this. She's turned, her cloak flying out, her toned legs glimpsed, petite feet on tiptoes with plum toenails.

  I had the salon send Harry over to do her hair for her, and I'm happy to see it's dry, the blond highlights stark against the black of the mask on her face, and he's curled her long locks. She looks like an otherworldly vision, the kind of woman men dream about, waking up in abject reluctance when they're ejaculating in their sheets, having to surrender her back to their dreams.

  Fuck, I'm smitten.

  But knowing I own her, properly, it's a man thing. She'll never understand why I need to know she's all mine, forever.

  How every night I get to love you, how when I'm hard you're the one I turn to, the need to hide myself deep enough to feel your soul, how it rejuvenates me to delve as far as I can reach and experience the euphoric elixir of carnal connection.

  She's sweet, soft, perfect. She stops, and she's pointing at me.

  Punching the sky, I step forward, thanking god for throwing fate my way for a change.

  Looking up I catch the coin, looking at it and flicking it back up. We don't throw garters. That coin will be perpetrated by everyone in this room, tonight. A hundred times over this position will be repeated. I wait while Matt descends to put the horns on my head, the crown of glory.

  Taking her hand I lead her to the center, to the square demarcated with a solid border of black tiles. Pulling at the ribbon secured around her neck her cloak falls, and I'm throbbing when I grip the flimsy gossamer fabric covering her, rending it in two, exposing her pale breasts and rosy nipples.

  I'm forbidden to say a word, pushing her down in silence, throwing my cloak when I hastily undo it, positioning myself as the platform rises, the fevered pitch of “Deliver us from evil, for thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory … forever and ever.”

  Every time I slide inside her I am delivering her from evil, because the glory is mine, the power is mine, she is mine… forever and ever.

  I feel it. I feel powerful, I feel magnificent, I feel like the first man, the perfect man, the god he claims I am John 10:34./ Psalms 82:6, the indomitable one with dominion over all the earth, my strength coursing, my body engorging with the surge of blood, making my muscles tense, hard, aching, my veins embroidering my arms and chest when I bend over her, lifting her legs, then pulling her firmly, my hands on her arse, sliding her onto me, sheathing me. Every sword needs a scabbard, one made to fit, one that feels like heaven every time you drive it home.

  This is my kingdom, this body wrapped around mine. The lord's prayer is our creed. For thine is the kingdom, and in it I am the king.

  She's being good, she's tense, I can feel it, but she doesn't object, or scream, or cry. I slam, thrusting like a wild man, the altered state of supremacy enveloping my mind, and it's only when I shout victory on orgasm, at conquering this kingdom once and for all, that I decide to take this all the way. Let them see it, witness it, to dare deny it.

  Crouching, lifting her pelvis, I hook her legs over my shoulders, supporting her, licking and sucking the baby penis, slicking and agitating it until she gushes, her voice hushed in the noise. Sliding her back down I repeat the position on the coin, slowly edging us back until she's sitting on me. Matthew can suck salty balls because this position is still the position on the coin, I've kept my legs in the right place to make this admissible.

  Holding her hips I grind her into my groin, deep within her, harder than a meteor inside her, so aroused by the exhibitionism of having her enjoy herself in a room filled with the entire congregation, and she's the focus of everyone's throbbing arousal.

  She's turning on men and women, and when she arches her neck, her squeal unmistakeable this time, I rip the mask off, smiling at her and kissing her with jubilation.

  Looking around, she's smiling, her eyes wet but sparkling, and then she stares only at me, closing her arms around my neck, rubbing her nipples across my chest, gyrating on my rampaging penis, whispering, “Cum.”

  When I do, I do it staring at Matthew, at his grim expression, and to my audience I shout, “Come then, my love, my darling, come with me.” Song of Songs 2:10

  She whispers in my ear, “So are you the lord who owns me?”

  “You better believe it, darling. Forever and ever.”

  Then she shocks us all, disengaging from my body, kneeling on the steps, finally showing the congregation why Candace Caine was chosen to show them how giving head gets done.

  She was broken and I put her back together again. She is submissive, beautiful, and fucking sensational.

  Matthew goes stomping off, the applause and wolf whistles encouraging, and I smile, loving that she chose this night to embrace exhibitionism.

  She is naked, and she is not embarrassed.

  And god saw that it was good.

  Fuck … jeeeeezus … it's so good I'm cumming again!

  THE END

  ~ Epilogue ~

  If people are bound with chains and trapped by the cords of affliction, God
- opens their ears to correction and insists they repent from iniquity. If they serve Him obediently, they will end their days in prosperity and their years in happiness.

  ~Job 36:8

  Kenan:

  It's been months and months, god damn almost a whole fucking year, since I had her willing to indulge my every whim. She even confessed that she likes feeling sexy and wanted, that she finds the adventure educational and a turn on.

  In the soundproof room, the vodka chilled and her high on manna, I have her arms secured behind her back with the simple use of bondage mittens. Her breasts hang down, bulging from the pressure of my thigh, her nipples hard, her pussy wet from me fingering her, taking my time to turn her on bent over my lap, when I strap her knees to my leg, whispering, “Trust me baby, this makes you hot, it makes you swollen, it makes you so sweetly wet that it makes me happy. I just want us to be happy, Blossom.”

  She's breathing like an addict needing a fix, it's savage and primal and makes me throb with such an ache that it hurts. Lifting the paddle, I smack the pretty arse, watching it turn pink. I do it again, repeating it out of sequence, giving her the thrill of apprehension, waiting for the next one, not knowing if there will be a next one, every slap blushing her bottom and engorging her satin lips.

  “You naughty girl, you're leaking. That belongs on my cock, not my leg.”

  She's shivering, gasping, “I need to sit up, I can't hang like this.”

  “If I let you up you're going to have to thank me, nicely.”

  She nods with gusto, so I lift her after undoing the harness on her knees. She sinks between my legs, sucking me into her mouth, sliding me deep, humming, bobbing up and down with such incredible precision that it takes all my effort not to cum.

  Manhandling her I shove her off, turning her over and thrusting into her. The pert bottom is pink, her body like a sauna, and the sensation sears from deep inside me, rushing and flowing, shaking my core, the euphoria a wave raging, again and again.

  Jesus, this prostate stimulater can give a man the sensation of a multiple orgasm. The seismic tremor hits again and another load blasts. It makes me weak, my heart thundering, giddiness making me laugh.

  Sagging, sitting back, staring at the swollen channel waiting patiently for me to fill it again, I want to shout praise to the most high. Fuck me. God is so good. She's come so far. The bondage bracelet has worked its charm, plus it has a tracking chip in it. She can't get it off, ever, not unless she's willing to hold an angle grinder to her wrist.

  Undoing the bondage mittens to free her locked arms, I pull her into my lap, pouring vodka over her boobs, thinking 'may her breasts satisfy you always', sucking my way down to her navel. Sipping from my own cup of life, I savor the chill ambrosia cooling my blood.

  I am drunk on love.

  Not only has her time come, but mine. One flesh bonds, and I don't say it, but think it*, pouring the vodka over her mouth and sucking it off her nubile lips, suckling on the tender flesh, nipping it with my teeth, gloating in the way her body arches when it craves more.

  *Your time had come, the time for love. I spread my cloak over you and covered your nakedness; - and you became mine. Ezekiel 16:8

  You became mine.

  This novel was inspired by the Christian trend known as

  Spanking for Jesus

  … suppose a man is caught raping a girl who is not engaged. He is to pay her father the bride price of fifty pieces of silver, and she is to become his wife, because he forced her to have intercourse with him.

  ~ Deuteronomy 22:28

  Statistics from RAINN

  It is a fact that 80% of female rape victims are under the age of 30. Most female victims are raped before the age of 25, and almost half of female victims are under the age of 18. (National Intimate Partner and Sexual Violence Survey 2010). Females aged 12 to 24 are at the greatest risk for experiencing a rape or sexual assault. (Department of Justice 2001)

  1 out of every 5 women has been the victim of rape. In America alone 22 million women have been victims of rape.

  In America every two minutes a woman is sexually assaulted.

  97% of rapists will never spend a second in jail.

  Approximately two thirds of these assaults are perpetrated by someone the victim knows, 48% of them are considered 'friends', 73% of sexual assaults are perpetrated by a 'non stranger'.

  46% of rapists released from prison were re-arrested within 3 years of their release for committing the same crime.

  It is estimated that per year up to 650 000 children are victims of rape. 93% know their attacker, 34% of them were family.

  63.84% of women who reported being raped, physically assaulted, and/or stalked since age 18 were victimized by a current or former husband, cohabiting partner, boyfriend, or date. (National Intimate Partner and Sexual Violence Survey 2010)

  Somewhere in America a woman is battered, usually by her intimate partner, every 15 seconds. (UN Study On The Status of Women, Year 2000)

  About one-third of female murder victims aged 12 or older are killed by an intimate partner. (Department of Justice 2007)

  Globally, as many as 38% of murders of women are committed by an intimate partner. And the first sexual experience for many women was reported as forced. Existing data from over 80 countries found that globally 35% of women have experienced either physical and/or sexual intimate partner violence. Intimate partner and sexual violence is mostly perpetrated by men against women. (Statistics from W.H.O.)

  Boys who witness their fathers' violence are 10 times more likely to engage in spouse abuse in later adulthood than boys from non-violent homes.

  One of the 7 reasons listed by W.H.O as a risk factor for both intimate partner and sexual violence is: attitudes that are accepting of violence and gender inequality

  On this list it also cites factors specifically associated with intimate partner violence as:

  ideologies of male sexual entitlement

  The point of Wrapture is to illuminate the biblical passages which endorse gender inequality, discipline, sexual disparity, and relationship violence.

  Worldwide there are ± 2.18 billion people following the doctrine of the bible, calling themselves Christian. That's ± one third of the world's population. That's just one portion of the planet using one version of this book, there are more religions who follow it in other guises.

  This book is labelled erotica horror because sex can be a beautiful thing between two people, and in many ways this is examined in this novel's content, but the very same book that tells you god is love is also telling you we were made perfect, male and female, in their image on the sixth day, and beyond this point masculinity is superior and femininity subject to male authority, endorsing violence (and horror) as a form of discipline, and subjecting one gender to another. I do not respect or encourage religion of any kind because it single handedly has warped the world, destroyed security, innocence and trust.

  This book is for those brave enough to read to this point, all the way to the bitter end. You were titillated, aroused, horrified and traumatized by the contents in this book. It's as equally fascinating as it is heinous. Those of you who follow my work know that I strive to illuminate hypocrisy in religion, that I scorn it through fiction, highlighting the issues I find in the 'holy' bible. In this Darkroom Saga series you have read how god tells women that they will be cut open, their babies dashed on the ground, to the disgusting punishment of god making a man bake bread on feces and then consume it. The bible is a handbook glorified by so many people, yet when I read it, it is the ultimate horror story. He's not the god of love if he would damn you to hell, create you with desire and then shame you for it, and endorse brutalizing or subjugating something he created perfect and without flaw.

  For the victim's sakes I reiterate a quote I included in Satanarium:

  Sin came into this world through one man, and his sin

  brought death with it. … death ruled over mankind, even over

  those who
did not sin in the same way that Adam did when HE

  disobeyed God's command. It is true that through the sin of one

  man death began to rule because of that one man.

  Just as all people were made sinners as the result of the disobedience of one man…

  ~ Romans 5:12

  Thy first father hath sinned, and thy

  teachers have transgressed against me.

  ~ Isaiah 43:27.

  Paul is the most often quoted 'disciple' for his words against women, and in this novel I included the section of his speech that every man (mis)quoting it leaves out:

  I do not have a command from the Lord, but I give you my

  opinion as one who by the Lord's mercy is worthy of trust…

  woman was made for man's sake. On account of angels then a

  woman should have a covering over her head to show that she is

  under her husband's authority… women is not independent of

  man. But if anyone wants to argue about it, all I have to say is that neither we nor the churches have any other custom in worship.

  ~ 1 Corinthians. 11:7

  Most of the scriptural quotes in Wrapture are taken from the Amplified bible, The Douay Rheims bible, the King James version of the bible, and in part the Good News bible. I favor the Douay Rheims quotes as it's the oldest (and most original) version commercially available, followed by the Amplified bible.