by Polly Frost
“Locked? But it’s never locked,” another voice shouted. “And I really gotta go. Oh, let’s go get the super to open it.”
I heard them march off. And that was it. Sarah and I were truly alone.
I now felt the length of her body press against me more closely. Something was forcing its hot way into my mouth. Oh, God, I thought, I’m being kissed by a woman.
And in my mind, I was propelled back into the black chamber. The man with the leather cock ring was fucking me, and I could feel the soft caress of the woman holding my head. The combination of the gentleness of the woman’s touch combined with the sharp pain of the man’s thrusts…I writhed. Was this what it was to get close to orgasm?
In my fantasy, I opened my eyes in rapture, only to see the woman above me. Or was it Sarah’s face? Yes, it was Sarah. And in her hands was an enormous knife….
I struggled my way back to reality.
“You’re planning to sacrifice me, aren’t you?” I cried. Despite my fear, my voice still groaned with excitement, an excitement I hadn’t known I was capable of.
“Kill you?” Sarah asked, her voice dropping into a dark rich purr. “Why would we do that? What do you take me and my family for—backwoods serial killers?”
She laughed, relaxed her physical tension, and opened her velvet purse. She took out a long slender knife.
“How’d you get that past the school security?”
“I never went through it,” Sarah said. She held the weapon to my throat.
“Don’t kill me,” I pleaded. But I was moaning, too.
Sarah ran her other hand up my thigh, and under my school-girl skirt. Her fingers lingered over the G-string straps.
“Mmmm, very sexy,” Sarah murmured. “Straps become you.”
She moved the cloth aside, and a finger slipped between my vaginal lips and found my hot little button. Sarah massaged it expertly, until I thought I would faint or die. Then she stopped and withdrew her hand. She raised it between us so I could see: there was menstrual blood on it.
“Oh no!” I said. “I’m so embarrassed. I’m not supposed to have my period now. Not for another three weeks!”
Sarah laughed and made a gesture. The blood crystallized into a crimson gem that sparkled and cast a red glow around us.
“Now do you realize what kind of precious blood your hymen stores?” Sarah asked. She took the knife away from my throat and replaced it in her purse. “Give me a call when you’re ready,” she said, sticking out her tongue and placing my blood stone on it. Her eyes gleamed with rapture.
“You’re crazy!” I said. “I wouldn’t go near your house. How do I know next time you won’t use that knife on me?”
“You don’t.” Sarah laughed. “And that’s exactly why you want to come to the black chamber and find out if I will.”
The door swung shut as she left.
I went to the sink and tried to steady myself. One of the stall doors opened. It was Janine.
“Were you there that whole time?”
“I sure was.” Janine’s brown eyes were wide like flying saucers. “And, whoa, did I just hear what I thought I heard?”
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Divine blood? Essence? I mean, that’s crazy stuff! It’s also kinda hot. But talk about kinky! Wow!”
The two of us paused. I leaned against the wall to catch my breath. As I calmed down, the path before me suddenly became clear.
“So, what are you going to do?” Janine asked.
“I need to get laid by Mike on Saturday. And then this whole thing will be over.”
“Do you really think that’ll get rid of her?” As usual, I couldn’t tell if Janine was upset for my safety or thrilled at what she’d overheard.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “It’s just the blood from losing my virginity she’s interested in. It’s a weird fixation, but she doesn’t care about anything else. I wouldn’t go near her place. As soon as I get laid, the spell will be broken and she’ll lose interest. But you can’t tell anyone. Promise? Really. It would be dangerous if Sarah found out my plan.”
“Of course, of course. We’re friends for life, remember?” Janine drilled. She was getting more agitated. It reminded me of how she got when she’d had too many Diet Cokes. She jumped around, gesturing with her hands, blabbing at warp speed. “I always said she was trash. I was so right. Ooh, but shouldn’t we check it out? Notify the police or the school paper or the local TV news?”
I put my hands on Janine’s shoulders to steady her.
“No,” I said. “This must be done in complete secrecy.”
On Saturday night as I prepared for my date with Mike, I wondered what to wear. Jeans, or the miniskirt? Oh, the skirt, of course. At the key moment, it would be much easier to manipulate. I put it on and checked myself out in the mirror. Good!
The fantasies that had possessed me receded, and were now safely held in a locked cage at the back of my mind. Where they would stay forever, I thought resolutely.
Soon it would be over. My virginity would finally be a thing of the past. And, I thought, I would be safe from Sarah. What a weirdo! “Precious hymen blood,” my ass.
Thirty minutes later, when I hopped into Mike’s SUV, he seemed impressed.
“Hey,” he said. “You look awesome!”
“Thanks,” I said. “You look pretty good yourself.”
He didn’t start the car.
Why wait, I thought. “Look, we both know what we’ve got in mind. Let’s go somewhere and do it right now.”
Mike looked startled. Had I been too blunt? Boys’ egos were tricky things.
“I want you really badly,” I said in a hurry, to make him feel better.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I was kinda planning on a movie and dinner first.”
So he was going to drag his feet? I couldn’t believe it. Weren’t boys supposed to be horny all the time?
“You do want me, don’t you?” I asked.
I licked my lips in what I hoped was a seductive way.
“Yeah!” he said. “But what about the date part?”
“I can’t wait that long!”
Mike turned the key in the ignition, then put his right hand on my thigh. “That’s so cool you’re horny. I like that. But let’s take it one step at a time, okay?”
I took his hand and moved it under my skirt and up to my crotch.
He pulled his hand away. “I really do want you,” he said. “I just need to have something to drink first.” He pulled a can of beer out from under the seat, took a big slug, and handed it to me.
“Take me somewhere to make out,” I insisted. “Don’t be such a wimp.”
“Sure, sure,” Mike said. “My parents will be out of the house after eight o’clock. Maybe we could go there.”
“I don’t have the time. There’s got to be some place to park in this town.”
“What’s the rush, baby?” asked Mike.
But we drove off. A few minutes later, we turned right onto the road that led towards the farms on the outskirts of town.
Despite the urgency, I backed off for a few minutes to let Mike get his pride back. He seemed to need to talk on about things that had nothing to do with sex. Where was the cocky stud he always seemed to be at school?
We passed the last of the suburban enclaves. Beyond were fields and thick woods. We drove on.
Feeling impatient with his blab about teammates and hockey, I sneaked a look at my cell phone. I had a message from Janine. I pressed the retrieval key. Mike just kept talking.
“Cammie,” Janine was saying with unusual emotion in her voice. “I don’t know if you’ve lost it yet, but there’s something you should know. Call me ASAP.”
I turned my phone off and stuffed it back in my purse. Janine probably wanted to lecture me about putting a towel down for the blood. Forget her.
“Why don’t we stop here?” I said, pointing to a clear area on the side of the road.
“The cops roam this road, you know,�
�� Mike said.
“Yeah, but I’ll make sure we’re through before they get here,” I said.
I glanced out the window at the thicket of tall pines beyond. In the moonlight I could make out branches moving in the wind.
Mike seemed reluctant, but he parked the car and turned off the headlights. I helped him put down the backseat so there was a long flat area for us to make out on. Mike had brought no pillows or towels, so I pushed him down on the carpeted surface, and climbed on top of him. I took off my skirt and top. Mike licked his lips at the sight of me in a thong and bra.
“I was going to do this strip that Janine taught me, but there isn’t time,” I apologized.
“It’s fine, really,” he said. “That was wild enough.”
He sounded as nervous as he did excited. I gave him one big kiss, and started to unzip his pants.
“Hey, hey, hey!” he said, pulling my hand off.
“What’s going on?” I cried. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”
He looked up at me. He seemed incredibly shy. Was that shame I saw? Or pride? “I’ve never done this before,” he admitted.
“What?” I almost screamed. “You haven’t? You’re supposed to be the school stud!”
“It’s all rumors,” he said sheepishly.
“Great! Another virgin!”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “But can’t we start over? I like you. I really do and I would like for us to make it, but not like this. It sounds weird, but I think that having sex for the first time is special, not something just to be gotten out of the way.”
I was stunned. It had all come screeching to a halt. At the same time, a deep thrill was passing through me. He’d spoken a secret password and had opened up my soul. I climbed off of him and lay next to him.
“I agree totally,” I said. “It’s like everybody wants to make you feel weird about it if you think the way we do.”
“So if we both feel special about losing it,” he said, “maybe that means we’re perfect for each other.”
I was silent for a moment. My insides were becoming silky and calm. I felt like I could tell Mike anything. “Do you know Sarah Walker at school?”
“Sure,” he said. “The strange chick with the even stranger accent. Everybody knows her.”
“Well, don’t laugh at me but she’s some kind of demon, definitely. And this may sound completely insane, but she wants to have her people—or family, or whatever, I don’t really know—do it to me for the first time.”
“Wow,” Mike said. So what if he wasn’t very articulate, there was real sympathy in his voice.
“Yeah,” I said. “She says I’ll be totally pampered and treated well beforehand. And then I’ll be dressed up and led to this amazing black chamber where I’ll be tied down. Only—and here’s the bizarre part—I think they might kill me.”
“Fuckin’ freaky shit,” said Mike.
I nodded. My nipples were hardening—was it because of the intimacy of the moment with Mike? Or the memory of Sarah’s knife at my throat and the feeling of Sarah’s fingers in my cunt?
“This is so sick but I can’t get it out of my mind,” I said. “The thought that I might die while fucking for the first time just turns me on like nothing ever before in my life.”
Mike seemed to be brooding.
“What?” I said. “Tell me what you’re thinking!”
“You’re not the only one,” he said.
“What?”
“Everybody at school knows her. And everybody who’s still a virgin has been asked by her to do it that way. She’s got designs on a lot of us. And let me tell you—there are more virgins at school than you’d think.”
I suddenly felt totally let down! What was wrong with me? Why was I feeling disappointed when I should have felt relieved? Did I really want what had happened in the bathroom stall to have been special? I pulled myself together and said, “That’s amazing. What should we do about it?”
“I don’t know,” Mike said. “I’ve been thinking about that myself, and thinking about what she told me she’d do to me as well. God, can that bitch brain-fuck or what?”
I saw the front of Mike’s jeans bulging. I couldn’t help my reaction. I reached over and squeezed his hard-on. Mike groaned, so I squeezed some more. I was getting wet as I felt my power. We leaned our heads together and indulged in a long soul kiss.
My heart was thumping when I raised my head. Outside the moon was still glowing, the countryside was still dark, the branches were still moving…only something was different. I looked around again, my head clear. Definitely some moving shapes. Only now I knew they weren’t branches or trees or bushes.
“Lock the doors!” I said.
“What?” Mike asked. “But there’s no one around—oh my God—”
Now he saw them, too. Shadowy, tall figures in long, flowing black coats, walking purposefully down the road towards us.
Mike burst into action, scrambling around, hitting buttons.
At the head of the clan was Sarah, wearing a long black coat. Her milky skin was translucent in the moonlight, her cropped haircut proud and sinister.
“Did you really think you could do this without us?” Sarah screamed. She was still in the distance, yet her voice reverberated within the SUV.
“Shit, it’s the bitch, and she’s got her family with her!” said Mike. “We’ve got no chance. They’re going to take us off. We’ll be human sacrifice.”
“I should have figured Janine would blab! But we can get through this,” I said. “I know what we have to do.”
“You have a gun? Or what?” said Mike.
“We’ve got to fuck, and pronto.”
“Just like that?”
“It’s the only way,” I said, looking deep into his eyes. “Once we’ve lost our virginity, they’ll have no interest in us. Now get to work.”
“Easy for you to say,” said Mike. “How am I supposed to perform under these circumstances?”
In a flash, I unzipped and yanked down Mike’s pants. I set to sucking his cock and sexily squeezing his balls. It was as though I’d always known how to do this.
“Oh, Christ, Cammie, that feels so good,” gasped Mike. “Oh, Jesus, I’m getting really hard. Oh, that’s the best sensation ever. Shit!” he said suddenly. “They’re getting closer.”
“There. You’re good and hard. Now get to work. We’ve got to do it as fast as possible,” I said. “Otherwise we’ll be theirs.”
I looked out the car window. I figured Sarah and her family would be running towards us. Yet they were slowly approaching, still a good twenty yards away. Sarah smiled, strolling the way she had in that English garden I’d seen in art class. And now she was wearing that same flowing lavender dress, and the men were all in old-fashioned suits.
Mike saw it, too. “They’re playing us,” he said. “I don’t know what to do.”
I sighed impatiently. “Lie down,” I commanded.
He did as ordered. I checked outside. Sarah and the men had disappeared.
“Where are they?” Mike asked.
There was pounding on the SUV glass. They were pressed up against the window leering at us. I saw the man from the black chamber.
I shuddered, but I knew I had to remove my thong. The man ran his enormous, bright red tongue along the glass as I did. I kept on my bra.
“Better for you to close your eyes,” I instructed Mike.
“What about a condom?” Mike said. “Fuck, I didn’t bring one. I thought we’d be going to my house where I can raid my older brother’s stash.”
“This is no time to worry about unsafe sex,” I said.
I got on my knees and straddled Mike’s hips. Sarah’s family leered at us.
“Damn you,” Sarah screamed. Her face was a shrieking mask from some horrifying Biblical painting.
“This will never work,” Mike said.
“I’ll make it work,” I told him.
I took his cock in my hand. I positioned my hips, then qui
ckly tried to settle my weight onto him. Sarah and her family began to rock the SUV. Mike and I were separated as we rolled around the back of the car.
“You can’t do this without me!” Sarah screamed.
Her flock of weirdoes tilted the SUV until it was nearly on its side. She flashed her eyes and the moonlight vanished. It was completely black.
“Oh no,” I said. “She’s taken us to the chamber.”
And we were there.
“Oh yeah,” Mike said. “I can feel my ass on that cold marble slab.”
“Hold on!” I said.
I could see Sarah with her knife, coming at us. I climbed on top of Mike. He was having trouble keeping an erection. I pumped him a couple of times until he was hard. I aimed his shaft at my virgin entrance.
The tingling nerves in my pussy could sense the plush head of Mike’s circumcised cock as it pressed its way in. I gasped as my body welcomed his pulsing urgency. I felt like the most glorious angel floating on high, I felt like a devil burning in flames—and then something snapped.
“Oh, God,” I gasped.
“I’m in,” Mike said.
I could feel the heat of my blood as it began to run out of me. “Oh, it does hurt,” I said, falling onto Mike’s chest.
When I pulled my head up, I saw we were once again inside the SUV and it was no longer rocking.
Outside, Sarah stuck her tongue out. On it, pulsing red, was the blood jewel she had taken from me.
“Why aren’t they going away?!” Mike cried. “I’m inside you, but they’re still there.”
Sarah let out a banshee shriek.
“It’s you,” I said. “They want your virgin soul.”
Mike valiantly pumped his hips, thrusting his cock over and over again into me, deeper each time.
“I don’t know if I can stay hard with them out there,” he said. There was the noise of shattering glass as a fist punched through the driver’s-side window.
“Just imagine you’re tying on a cock ring,” I whispered. “Now tell me about it.”
“Oh, God, Cammie, if the guys on my team ever heard me say that—”
“Come on, Mike!”
“Okay, okay,” he whispered. “I’m tying on the…”
He couldn’t say it. I heard something sharp against the driver’s window.