When no answer was forthcoming he knew wherever he was, he was alone and the only way to get out was for him to move around and find a way. Slowly, he fumbled around his arms stretched out in front of him, hoping to find a wall or something that he could follow, anything but the gloom that surrounded him completely.
Terror nipped at him with every minute that passed as he stumbled around in the dark finding nothing but openness. Several times, he had to stop and use his inhaler to calm himself - an overwhelming panic attack threatened to overtake him, at the edge of his breathing.
“Just when I thought things were going well.” He whispered bitterly.
His foot caught on something and he fell forward, crashing into the damp dirt again. He cursed loudly and moved around on his hands and knees, trying to find what had tripped him up. His hands found something hard and smooth. The more he looked the more he found all different shapes and sizes until finally his hands found something large and round almost like a ball. He picked it up; it was too light to be a rock. His fingers felt around its odd, hollow curves and found several openings into it.
“Jesus Christ!” He cried out, throwing the skull away and scurried backwards, trying to get as far away from the human remains as he could.
He could feel his lungs closing off to him again. He reached for his inhaler again but found his pockets empty. Then he remembered it had been in his hand when he had fallen. In a panic, he searched all around him praying he would find it before it was too late.
“I can help you,” an angelic voice whispered through the darkness.
Dustin stopped and listened, but nothing stirred around him. “Hello? Who’s there?” He managed to choke out.
“I can take all your weakness away.” The sweet voice offered from somewhere in the bleakness.
“”How? Please help me!” He coughed out, barely able to draw breath now - he wondered if it was already too late and the voice was merely in his head.
“All you must do is promise,” the voice said behind him, “to pay the price.”
Dustin could feel his chest tightening dangerously and felt his mind begin to blur from lack of air. “Yes I promise!” he gasped with the last of his strength before he collapsed.
Dustin vaguely felt supple lips upon his own and air filling his lungs. With each moment his strength and senses returned. His eyes slowly opened and he saw the once black room was now dimly lit with low, pitch-burning torches.
He got to his feet and looked around and was near mortified to find himself in what looked to be a dungeon. Shackles and ghastly-shaped hooks hung from the walls and roof. A large and rotting, wood-planked table on rusted gears rested in the corner of the large room. He shivered, knowing the device was for torturing prisoners by stretching their limps until they tore off or they confessed to sins they likely didn’t even commit.
He walked over to the stone slab tables that lines the far wall and felt his stomach constrict at the sight of all the rusted and tarnished instruments of torture. Chest tightening again, he instinctively reached for his inhaler before he remembered that he had lost it.
He turned around his eyes searching the floor in the low light. They stopped on a pair of slender feet clad in black, leather-stripped, ankle-high sandals. They drifted up - Alcina was standing before him, wearing a revealing, tight leather-strapped outfit, covering what he was sure was less than what he had seen her in before. She held his inhaler in her hand.
“I need it!” He said holding out his hand. “Please give it to me.”
“I promise you, you do not.”
“But I do, I have asthma,” he stopped himself as he realized his chest wasn’t burning, his vision was fine and he was not struggling for breathe as he should have been. “How is this...” he muttered and looked back to Alcina, “did you heal me as you did Josh?”
“You are not cured fully yet, but the healing process has started and you shall be freed from all weaknesses you were plagued with.” She handed him an ivory cup, full of water. “Drink this, it will help.”
Dustin remembered his desperate words. “I made a promise didn’t I?” He took the cup nervously and stared down into the clear water within. Water that he knew was somehow blessed by a god. He sipped it hesitantly.
“Fear not, gentle one,” Alcina purred stepping closer to him, “you will be freed of such crippling quandaries that have stolen so much from you.” She held up his inhaler and dropped it to the ground, then reached for his glasses.
“I can hardly see without them.”
“A thing of the past, I promise.” She lifted them from his face as tossed them aside.
He blinked several times and his eyes rapidly came into clear and perfect focus. “I have spent my whole life in glasses.” He whispered in awe. “Never before have I seen so clearly.”
“Not anymore will you be forced to succumb to them.”
“Thank you...” Dustin turned to look back at the table and its cruel instruments. “Those things look like they could cause a lot of pain.”
Alcina ran a hand down his arm. “There is a very thin line between pleasure and pain.” She cooed, her hazel eyes burning with yearning.
“You are even more beautiful now that I can see clearly.” He whispered nervously.
Alcina simpered devilishly. “You want to fuck me, do you not?”
“What... no...well… I... I mean you are...”
She placed a finger against his lips, silencing his stuttering. “The flesh of my body is yours to command, to fulfill whatever lustful desires you may have. You have no need to fear me or feel shame for what you truly desire. Those weaknesses do not need to follow you still.”
“I... I want to fuck you.” He said his nerve growing stronger as he was lost in the dominant sexuality that radiated off her.
“Then take me - my body is yours to command, your pleasures are mine.”
Dustin was overcome by a wild avidity and he grabbed her roughly and kissed her with a raw intention he never knew he had and she succumbed willingly, which only fueled him further.
He slipped between the leather of her outfit and he gripped her firm breasts, finding her pierced nipples with near boyish excitement. He grinned, pinching them hard, drawing a yearning gasp from her. He tore at the many thin leather straps that made up her provocative coverings, exposing more of her sweet flesh to feast on. His mouth ravished her - kisses and tender nips of his teeth upon bare skin driving her harder against him.
Dustin pulled the belt from his pants with a devilish grin and secured it like a collar and leash around her delicate neck. He pulled down on the belt and Alcina obeyed, going to her knees. He slipped out of his pants, freeing his fully erect cock and rested the tip upon her waiting lips.
“Do you want it?” He asked her as he rubbed the head of his cock across her scarlet smile.
Her silken lips caressed him. “Yes.”
She opened for him and he slid himself into the warmth of her mouth. He groaned as she skillfully went to work, his hips instinctively started moving with her, pushing him further into her greedy mouth. He could feel the tightness of her throat upon the head of his cock. The sensation drove him wild and he pushed further, watching his cock disappear as her lips reach the base of his shaft.
“Hold it!” He moaned - he could feel her throat tighten as she struggled for air. “Not yet.” He watched her eyes well up as she looked up at him. He pulled out, allowing her to draw in several quick breaths. “Do you want more?”
“Yes!” she gasped, “please more, choke me more!” She begged him and he pushed his way down again and again.
Dustin pulled on the leash and she rose for him as his cock dripped with her saliva. He led her to the center of the room and clasped her hands in a pair of hanging shackles. He took the belt from around her neck, helplessly awaiting his command. “You said there is a fine line between pleasure and pain.” He slapped the end of the belt against her ass, causing her to cry out in satisfaction. “Let’s see ho
w close we can get.”
“Yes master, again!” Alcina yelped as the belt licked her bare flesh again.
Dustin circled her, his eyes taking in all her perfection, the tip of his belt tasting it all as he went. With each slap of his belt, another shriek or moan of arousal escaped her, stirring his own lustful needs.
He stopped in front of her running the tip of the belt down her smooth cheek and down between her perky tits, her eyes were burning feverishly as she awaited more. He could see the extent of her arousal dripping down her thighs as soft whispers beg him for something more.
He moved behind her and placed his throbbing cock between her legs rubbing it against her, teasing her cruelly. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes!” she cried out.
He slapped the belt down on her rosy ass again. “Where?”
“My ass,” she begged him, pressing her hips back against him eagerly.
He slid the tip of his cock up and placed it upon her awaiting ass. “Here?”
She whimpered in longing. “Yes Master!”
He pushed the head of his cock slowly into her tight ass, savoring the sensation of every inch that disappeared. She moaned, desperately pushing herself back, greedily taking him all the way within her.
He slapped the belt down upon her ass again, as he began thrusting into her, he could not contain the wild groans that left him the faster he went. He reached around her, his fingers finding her pussy still dripping. He plunged them in as far as he could, her back arched and she howled in a near feral ecstasy.
He grabbed her long, fiery hair and pulled back, arching her back further as he fucked her, her cries near deafening in the confined dungeon. He felt her cum again and she clenched her ass, trapping him within her as he too came.
“Dustin?” Jessica called rounding the corner where she had left him ten minutes before, camera now in hand. “Where are you? You better be done taking a piss, cause I don’t need to see that.”
She wandered the length on the alleyway taking pictures as she went expecting him to pop around the corner at any moment to try and scare her. Something she was sure to make him regret. After several minutes, she knew that was not the case.
“Dustin!” She called out louder, exiting the other end of the alley, her eyes scanning all she could see, hoping he had just wandered off and was looking at something else of interest.
“God damn it,’ she muttered, annoyed now. “I swear Dustin if one of those bimbos caught your attention and you abandoned me to make a fool of yourself, I will be so pissed off!”
Soon, she found herself back near the garden alcove and still there was no sign of him. She walked up the alabaster terrace that they had met on that morning and sat down, frustrated. The gentle sound of flowing water caught her attention and she glanced over to the outlandish, yet somehow powerful looking fountain. From here, it didn’t look like anything more than an old, forgotten fountain in the middle of a lost world.
Jessica looked around - she was alone. Curiosity over took her. She got up and moved towards it. She stopped and took several pictures of the eccentric, glowing night flowers that had captivated her the first time she’d arrived here. She had to remind herself to come here again tonight and take pictures while they were glowing, or no one would ever believe her.
She looked around again - there was nothing but an eerie stillness all around her in the alcove. She took the final steps to the fountain and took several more pictures, then lowered the camera.
The fountain was built into the side of a moss and vine covered stone wall - she had to guess was the temple of Senhor Escuro was behind. She was surprised to see that it was taller than it seemed from the terrace . She guessed it was nearly twelve feet. A single misshaped head of a man-beast jutted out of the wall and crystal clear water poured languidly from its open, twisted mouth and into the large half circular base.
Jessica saw that the fountain’s water level was oddly low and couldn’t have been more than a few inches deep. “What’s so special about this water anyways?” She whispered, reaching her hand down.
“Do not touch the scared waters of O Sangue do Morto Dá Vida!” A loud voice boomed from behind her.
Jessica jumped with a start spinning around to see Callisto standing a mere arm’s length away. “I was just taking pictures and was curious as to what made the water so special.”
“Curiosity can be a very dangerous thing.” Callisto warned, her eyes heated.
“Why?” Jessica pushed, not liking her tone.
Callisto’s eyes softened. “For an outsider to drink from the waters of Senhor Escuro fountain without it first being blessed by a sister could result in horrible tragedy.”
Jessica looked back at the water almost fearfully. “I thought the waters were gifted for healing?”
“The divine waters that trickle from this fountain can do so much more than just heal,” Callisto informed her, “the waters offer the greatest of desires to be fulfilled.”
“How long have you and your sisters been here?”
Callisto smiled. “I have seen the passing of seasons more than a thousand times over.”
Jessica’s eyes widened. “Wait, are you saying the powers of the fountain have made you immortal?”
“And so much more than that.”
Jessica felt a wave of uneasiness settle on her. “That’s impossible.”
“Nothing is impossible for Senhor Escuro,” she dipped her fingers into the waters, “and those he wishes to bless.” Her fingers graced Jessica’s face and moved for her lips.
Jessica looked over and saw Dustin walking beneath the archway, yet he looked different, his demeanor had changed in some way. “Dustin, where did you go?” She pulled away from Callisto’s gentle touch.
Dustin chuckled lightly. “I actually fell into a hidden wall or something and ended up in the basement of an old dungeon.”
“Are you okay? What happened to your glasses, did you lose them?”
“I have never been better Jess,” he grinned. “Alcina heard me crying out for help and came to my aid. A good thing too, or I would like be stuck down there still.”
Jessica looked at him curiously. “And your glasses? You can’t see without them - where are they?”
“That was before I was cured.” He beamed, “I can see perfectly now, my asthma is gone too.”
Jessica’s eyes widened in shock. “You made a promise to them didn’t you?”
Mark stopped in front of the massive, crumbling pillars that supported the imposing archway that marked the entrance to the forgotten cliff-side temple. Fallen rocks, crumbled statues and other broken debris littered the ground all around him. The jungle had slowly started to reclaim this portion as the dense growth had begun enshrouding all that it could find.
He climbed the crooked, warped steps to the vast open doorway. A burst of cool, musky air blew out from the temple’s entrance and a void howl was quick to follow.
Mark felt the hairs on his neck stand on end and he had to chide himself like a fool. “It’s just a backdraft,” he told himself as he entered the gloom, his flashlight gripped tightly in his hand.
Inside the sister’s temple, it smelled of damp mildew and aged rot. Dust and spider webs reigned supreme, clogging up entire sections of the impressively crafted sanctuary.
The long hallway opened up into a large, high-domed foyer. Tattered and rotting tapestries hung in rags from the walls and ceiling. How they had managed to stay up through the years, Mark could only guess. Dust caked, cracked stone benches lined the room in a semi-circle around a raised podium, and behind was a hallway leading further into temple’s bowels.
A rattling noise to the side of the room drew his attention and he saw a ragged, cloaked figure shuffling aimlessly about the debris upon the floor. “Hello?” He called out surprised to see someone else here.
The figure stopped its awkward movements and slowly turned to face him. Mark shone the light upon the figure and his heart near
ly stopped in his chest. A grotesque, decaying skull stared back at him with vile and empty, dripping eye-sockets.
“What the hell?” He mumbled in disbelief.
A raucous hissed erupted from its broken jaw and the thing charged him with a crazed, unnatural speed.
Mark stepped back, not sure if what he was seeing was even real or if somehow his mind and eyes were deceiving him. His foot caught on something and he pitched backwards, crashing to the floor, losing his flashlight. A cloud of choking dust dispersed into the air, stinging his eyes and burning his lungs.
The scrapping of bone on stone and the horrid sound that came from the thing was his only savior. He rolled off to the side as the sound of the thing madly attacked the dust-cloaked spot he had just been in.
Mark’s searching hand found something long and solid, grabbing it desperately as he scrambled to his feet. The dust began to clear and the outline of the hostile creature was before him. By some unholy means, it could sense him in the dimness and turned with a grating howl. Mark lunged the heavy bronze candle-holder forward, the prongs tearing through the skeleton’s tattered robes and smashed into its bare ribcage, breaking several with a noxious crunch. If the creature felt it, it did not show as it scraped and clawed at him trying to get closer.
Mark struggled to hold the unholy thing at bay as he reached for the pouch of water at his side. Callisto had told him it would not kill the wraith but would wound it enough to finish his task. He bit the cork off and splashed the water at the thrashing fiend…and nothing happened. He cursed and dropped the sack of water and with a growl pushed forward, slamming the creature into the wall. A loud crack sounded as the creature’s skull bounced off the back of the stone and for a moment, it seemed dazed. Mark pulled the candle prongs from its ribs and flipped the shaft around, driving the solid base forward, crushing the thing’s skull to powder against the rock.
Mark staggered back, the candle-holder still clutched in his hands as the skeleton crumbled to the floor. “What the hell was that?” He muttered to himself. “This can’t be real... this can’t be happening - skeletons don’t just come back to life...”
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