Then Nydia asked the question Sam was dreading to hear, but knowing it was coming. If your God—our God—is such a just God, why is He allowing this to happen?”
I can’t answer that question, Nydia. I don’t believe any mortal could give you a satisfactory reply to that, and I’m equally certain it’s been asked ten million times a day, since the beginnings of religion.”
She looked at him, with Sam very much aware of the heat in her eyes, and the heat did not come from just her anger at what was happening somewhere in the mansion.
No, Nydia,” he said quietly.
I love you, Sam.”
And I love you. But the answer is still no.”
What am I supposed to do?”
Take a cold shower.”
I don’t want to take a cold shower. I want you. What would be the harm?”
The words roared into Sam’s head: And when woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat.”
Can’t you see what’s happening, Nydia? You’re being tempted. The Dark One is everywhere in this house; in every room, in every object. Fight it.”
Sam!” she moaned. I want you to fuck me!”
Fight it!”
She came to him, tearing off her shirt, ripping the garment from her. She tore off her bra and grabbed at his hands, placing them on her breasts, the nipples hard against his palms. She held his hands there, as she worked her loins against him. Don’t you want me, Sam? Please. Let me suck you, Sam. I want to take you in my mouth. I . . .”
He slapped her, slapped her open-handed, rocking her head back. He brought his hand back across her face, backhanding her, stunning her. A tiny drop of blood appeared on her mouth, where a lip had smashed against a tooth.
He laid her across the bed and ran to the bathroom for a wet towel. There was a strange roaring in his head, as visions so erotic they startled him began playing against the forces of good that reared up within him. Pictures of Nydia with her naked legs spread wide, her lushness open, waiting to receive him. Her hands worked at her erect nipples, pinching them, with her begging him to hurt her, bite her, fuck her.
Sam slammed a hard fist against the bathroom wall as the eroticism grew stronger, battling in his mind. A technicolor picture of him with his face pressed against her mons veneris, tonguing her into incredible wetness, while her hands wormed over his naked body. And then an invisible force slammed him against the wall, holding him immobile as the scenes of carnality grew wilder: Nydia with her long black hair fanned out over his belly, his penis in her mouth, her fingers caressing him as her tongue worked at his stiffness.
Sam!” Nydia called from the bed, and he forced his head to turn and his eyes to open at her cries. Oh, God, Sam—help me!”
She lay with her jeans wadded around one ankle, her panties ripped from her. Her fingers were busy between her legs, working in and out of the dark wetness.
Summoning all his strength, Sam pushed away from the wall and staggered into the bedroom, a wet towel in his hand. He washed Nydia with the cold, dripping towel, one hand forcing her fingers from her womanhood.
Her eyes were wild as she fought him, and she was strong in her fury, lashing out at him. When she found he was winning physically, she changed tactics, under the commands of a Master over which she had no control. She softened under him, her hands at her side, letting Sam gently bathe her nakedness with the cold, wet towel. She lifted one hand, placing the palm against his cheek.
I’m sorry, Sam. I don’t know what came over me.”
The Devil was tempting you. It’s all right, now. It’s over.”
She slipped her hand from his face to his neck, gently drawing his mouth to hers, finding no resistance as their lips touched. Slyly, she slipped her tongue between his lips, working hotly into his mouth, and finding him responding to her.
Sam’s hands found her breasts, caressing them. His hand slipped downward, to part her legs, to enter the wetness of woman ready.
Then, from the deep well within her, good burst forth, for the moment overpowering evil. She harshly pushed him away. No, Sam. Get away. It’s not over—can’t you see?”
Almost violently, he pulled away from her nakedness. She covered herself with a sheet. Read to me from the Bible, Sam,” she hissed the request through clenched teeth. Read to me.”
Fighting back passions suddenly unleashed within him, emotions so wild and hot Sam was filled with fear, he grabbed for the Bible and flung it open.
Read to me!” she screamed.
The book had opened to the General Epistle of James, and it seemed at first to be an odd place to begin. But as Sam read, a smile came to his lips as the text began unfolding on the source of temptation. Gradually, Nydia’s breathing slowed and she rose from the bed and dressed, asking Sam to reread that passage about temptation. He did, and felt the room suddenly clear of all that is dark and foul and evil.
It’s over,” Nydia said. I can feel it, can’t you?”
Yes.” Sam closed the Bible.
I suppose we can expect more of the same?”
Until Thursday night, at least.”
She looked at him.
That’s when it’ll really get rough,” he explained.
She glanced at the still ajar bedroom door. Linda didn’t wake up, and we got pretty loud.”
Sam shrugged it off. She’s probably a sound sleeper.”
Nydia chose not to reply.
The young screaming began in the dark, evil depths of the mansion.
With the lighting in the room reduced to several flickering candles, and the fireplace popping and crackling, Lana held out her glass for a refill. Her third. I’ve never tasted brandy like this. It’s so good and smooth.”
It’s rather expensive,” Falcon admitted, tilting the decanter, filling her snifter past the point a brandy connoisseur would go.
I like expensive things,” she said, licking her lips.
Oh?” Falcon arched an eyebrow expressively, the roguish gesture speaking volumes of understanding garnered through centuries of inamorata.
Yes. I think I’ll look for a rich man.”
I wish you success in your quest. You’re speaking in terms of marriage, of course?”
She shrugged. Not necessarily. I have a lot to offer the right man.”
Your beauty, of course. And your intelligence.”
And my virginity.”
Falcon chuckled unbelievingly.
You don’t believe me?”
I didn’t mean that, my dear. It’s just that in this day of sexual promiscuity, a virgin would be a priceless item.”
Well ... I am,” she said, pouting playfully.
The brandy was taking its toll on the young woman, loosening her tongue, lessening any inhibitions she may have had. I like older men,” she said flatly. Guys my own age are so dumb. All they want to talk about is how fast their stupid cars will run, or how bad they are. I think guys my own age are really gross.”
Falcon sat beside her on the leather couch. Well, I am certainly glad I am beyond that adolescent silliness of having to prove how macho I am to young ladies who really don’t care.”
Oh, lots of girls like that shit.”
Falcon winced.
Did I say something?”
He made his move. Well . . . if I am to keep you in pretty clothes, expensive automobiles, and a purse full of money, I think I’d better work on your grammar, as well.”
You’re going to do all that for me?”
Would you like that?”
What do I have to do to earn it?”
He looked at her with his unreadable eyes, dark and hooded. Only that which is usually required in any arrangement of that type.”
And that is?”
You tell me, dear.”
The gold digger in her sprang to the surface. I don’t mean to be crude, I
really don’t, but I’d want it in writing.”
Then you shall certainly have it, darling.”
Just like that?”
Oui.”
I don’t speak much French. You’ll have to teach me.”
I shall teach you many things, darling. Be assured of that.”
Why me, Falcon? You could have your choice of half the women in the world. I’m just a nineteen-year-old kid.”
You appeal to me. In many ways.”
Will I have to worship the Devil, too?”
That set him back. A grin creased his mouth, then he was roaring with laughter. He reached into his jacket pocket and removed a handkerchief made of the finest linen, wiping his eyes. So, Lana, dear, Black badly misjudged you, eh?”
Black is an idiot, and you know it.”
Only too well, my dear. I thought I had you convinced the other evening.”
You were wrong. A lot of people usually are about me. But that doesn’t answer my question.”
I was under the impression you were a devout Christian.”
I still have my virginity, Falcon, but as far as me being a Christian . . . I used to jack-off the preacher back home.”
That startled Falcon, and the warlock was not easily jarred. I beg your pardon?”
Yeah, his wife didn’t like sex, and he’d had the hots for me since I was about eleven. So we made a deal. I’d give him a hand job several times a week and he’d give me money. More money for a blow job.”
You might have difficulty doing that with me.”
Sucking you off, you mean?”
Crudely put, but correct.”
Nobody’s that big.”
His smile told her she was wrong.
May I see?”
By all means.”
She opened his trousers and hissed at the sight, wrapping her soft fingers around the organ. You’d make some of those porn stars look like babies. You really expect to stick all that into me?”
That I do, my dear.” He reached into an inside pocket and removed a medallion and gold chain. This one is a bit different from the others. Much more intricate in detail. If you’ll be so kind as to release your grip from my penis, dear, I’ll get a magnifying glass and you can see for yourself.”
She removed her hand from his penis. I’ll take your word for it, Falcon. But you still have not answered my question.”
I think you know the answer, Lana. Let’s not be coy. After this half-hour of conversation, I feel I know you rather well. I don’t believe your thoughts have been pristine and Christian for years. I don’t believe you give one whit for any Christian God; so what does that leave you?”
You’re pretty sharp, Falcon.”
More than you know, Lana. And were I you, I’d bear that in mind.”
What do I have to do to get into your church . . . whatever you call it?”
Put this medallion around your neck, renounce your God, and take the oath.”
That’s it?”
It’s a one-way trip, my pretty.”
No returns, no exchanges,” she stated.
That’s how uncomplicated it is. The Christian God is very unyielding about other gods, Lana, and quite specific about worshiping the Prince of Darkness.”
Big deal. I won’t have to attend that stupid fucking college anymore?”
No.”
I get a car of my choice, money, clothes, a place to live—a nice place?”
All those things, dear.”
But it really means nothing to you, does it. Me, I mean?”
His shrug was noncommittal.
And you’re not the only one I’ll have to screw, right?”
You’ll understand once you become one of us, Lana.”
She slipped the gold chain over her head, around her neck, the medallion gleaming dully between the mounds of her breasts. Oh, what the hell,” she said. Tell me what I have to say.”
The wailing had begun anew, with an added note of pain and horror that was increasingly difficult for Sam and Nydia to ignore.
Roma appeared at their open door, a smile on her red lips. Her name is Janet,” she said. Such a pretty little thing. And Karl is holding up quite well for a man his age. He introduced himself to her pretty little pussy at first, now he is experimenting with the back door. I don’t believe she’s enjoying it very much, do you? Pity. I always have.”
I’ll try it that way with you, Roma,” Sam said, ignoring the sudden look of fright of Nydia’s face.
Oh?” the witch’s face brightened.
Yeah. But you’re probably so wallowed out I’ll have to tie a two by four on my ass to keep from falling in.”
Pure evil hate flickered in Roma’s eyes. You’ll pay dearly for that remark, Sam.”
Yeah,” Sam said, the word coming out slow and soft. You’re probably right. But my payment will not be the way you’re thinking of it.”
Roma grinned wickedly. You see, Sam Balon King: already you are thinking about your sins against your Master and how you will be punished. Oh, Sam! Why are you fighting what you know you truly want in your heart? Sam, Sam. My Master doesn’t disapprove of a brother-sister love affair. And you two are in love; that’s evident for all to see.” She walked across the room, sitting down in a chair. What does your God offer you—either of you?” she looked at her daughter. You want me to answer for you? I can assure you both, I know the Bible far better than either of you. I can quote you book, chapter, and verse.” Without waiting for a reply, she said, Read Leviticus, Chapter eighteen. Read it ... both of you, and see what His wrath will be.”
Sam and Nydia sat quietly, listening to her.
But my Master, children, oh, he is a far more forgiving Master than your God. And so much easier to obey.
I won’t bore you or tempt you further, children. All I ask is that you both think about my words. Think about them while you two are lying in bed this night, close to each other, wanting each other, but fearful to touch. Fear, children, that’s what your Master offers you . . . and nothing else.”
She was gone, simply vanishing before their eyes.
Nydia and Sam looked at each other, the unspoken question in their minds hanging like a shroud between them.
Incredibly tight,” Falcon muttered hotly. I don’t believe I’ve ever had a woman this tight.” He seemed oblivious to the moanings of the young woman beneath him. He worked in another inch.
Lana screamed, attempting to push him away . . . anything to ease the pain. But she succeeded only in aiding the man in his onward and inward conquest. Bright spots of blood dotted the whiteness of sheet beneath her nakedness.
The medallion between her sweaty breasts glowed faintly.
Falcon bent his head to touch his lips to hers. Only a bit more, my dear, and then you will begin to enjoy our afternoon’s tête-à-tête.”
He hunched and she screamed.
There is, Falcon mused with a smile, nothing so lovely as a young lady receiving her first taste of cock ... especially if the cock is large enough to produce wails of pain.
Lana bit her lip and wept in pain.
On his knees, Falcon’s hands on her hips, he pulled her to him, savoring her pleas for mercy. With one savage hunching motion, he finally pulled her to him, impaling her to the full extent as his eyes drank in her nakedness, enjoying her pain. He allowed her to rest for a moment as he viewed her.
Her once shiny blond hair was now matted from perspiration-induced pain; a trickle of sweat ran from her pulsing throat between her breasts. And such lovely breasts, he thought. High and firm and tipped with delicate roses. Ah, youth, he mused, fleeting and fickle in its brevity. Such a pity it is wasted on the young.
He said, Did you know, my dear—of course not, how could you—that I had the largest cock in all of Paris?”
Take it out!” she screamed.
Is it hurting you?” Falcon smiled.
Yes!”
Good.” His smile widened. It has been said that pain serves to enhance pleasure.�
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That said, Falcon withdrew from her and with one brutal thrust, rammed his thick length home.
Her screams echoed about the cabin in the woods.
That done, pleasured by her pain, Falcon began making love to her, gently, allowing her cunt to adjust to him, allowing the juices within her to flow, and it was not long before pleasure overwhelmed pain, and she began to whimper under a shivering climax.
Do you love my Master?” Falcon asked.
Yes!” she hissed.
Falcon settled into the rhythm that has become the oldest introduction of the species . . . and the most pleasurable, and Lana groaned her welcome.
Any other God but mine is shit, Lana,” he said.
Yes,” was her reply. The Christian God is shit!”
At his promptings, Lana repeated more damning words, the medallion between her breasts glowing its approval as more blasphemies rolled from her mouth, the words becoming filthy in content, raw obscenities from the lips of youth, from a heart now blackened forever by the soot from the ever-smoking pits of Hell. Her hands rubbed his naked flesh, taking pleasure and comfort from the hot flesh, working their way down his flat belly, into his hairy crotch, her fingers gently touching the beginnings of his thick root, now slick from her own juices.
And as he drove into her, each thrust a hammer blow of male density, roughly caressing the silkiness of female inner heat, the words from her mouth increased in number and profane impiety, until the room filled with the radiance from the medallion.
They thrashed on the damp sheets, each seeking release, while Falcon encouraged Lana’s verbal garbage, prompting her, pushing her past the point of no return, searing her flesh and filling her heart with painless invisible burning coals from his Master’s kingdom in the netherworld.
Fuck God!” she screamed, as Falcon’s meat of the Devil, a gift from the Dark One plummeted home. All praise the Lord of Flies.”
I am his,” Falcon urged.
I am his!” she screamed.
And Falcon gently sank his teeth into her neck, painlessly sipping a few drops of her.
And she was his. Not of this world.
An event that Falcon had discreetly failed to mention would occur.
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