The Chardon Chronicles: Season One -- The Harvest Festival

by Kevin Kimmich

  He pulled the gown over her hips. Demetria’s body had a heart shaped, firm ass. The gown fell to the floor. Demetria wiggled her ass slowly in front of Yuri’s face. The rest of the congregation watched silently. Yuri regarded her firm legs, they were in white sheer stockings up to her thighs. Her ass was bare, and her pudenda was ripe and firm.

  She turned around and tousled his hair, then kicked the dress away. She sat down on the stone altar. The feeling of the cold stone on her ass was a novelty as was every sensation.

  “Everyone needs to start fucking.” She announced and grabbed Yuri’s belt.

  Reichstaff snapped out of his reverie now that he had something to do. The rest of the congregation started to kiss and grope each other. He motioned to the burly guard. “Strip the girls and bring them up!”

  The guard pulled him aside, “One of them left... In haste.”

  “Left?” He was surprised. “The new one?”

  “Yes. She apparently knew martial arts. John is unconscious.”

  Reichstaff grimaced slightly and sighed. “Oh well. Such a waste of our time. Can you take care of it?”

  “Of course. We’ll have an ambulance come after everyone leaves.”

  “Ambulance? Oh no. You’ll need to get them outside away from the hall.”

  The guard nodded. “Alright, when it’s dark, I’ll get them out and make it look like a car accident.”

  “Good.” Reichstaff said. “Bring the girls up now. All they’re good for...”

  The guard trotted down the stairs. The purpose the girls would serve suddenly changed. Instead of being groomed and weeded out one by one down to a select group, they were tossed as a bunch onto a different path. They’d be pimped out, sold off, or traded for favors. But first, they’d be initiated into their new life by being shared among the men in the hall.

  The two business men were still waiting outside the door when the guard got down the stairs. “Well?” one of them said impatiently. He was a man in his late fifties, his forehead was bony where the years had deflated his youthful skin to a tight shiny covering on his skull. His hands were large and bony, and the nails were weirdly shiny and manicured.

  The guard stepped into the room. “Girls, in honor of the goddess Demetria, you must remove your clothing. You will be presented to her as you were when your earthly mother first gazed upon you. You will be reborn tonight, too.” He said, reciting a script he’d said several times. All of it a lie. He left the room, and stifled a sigh and hardened his eyes.

  The blonde girl was still in her bra and panties. All the girls had been put through months of training to follow odd instructions without question or hesitation. They stood up and barely glanced at each other. The business man with the bony head went in the room and helped unzip the dresses. The girls slipped out of their clothes, revealing a suite of different body styles that nature’s genius labored for a billion years to produce. Their training, and the avarice of their parents now turned them into slaves.

  The blonde girl was the queen of the group. The business man with the bony head eyed her and asked, “How old are you?”

  “I’m fifteen.”

  He smiled and sucked his teeth. “Girl, do you know that you’re a handle I can attach to the cock of any politician and make him do what I want?”

  “No, I didn’t know that.”

  “Did you know how dangerous you are?” he smiled, and stroked her cheek. She was placid and kept eye contact with him.

  “No, I don’t know.”

  He rubbed a finger over her lips. “Kiss it.” she complied. Her lips were soft and full. He motioned to the other girls, “You go on up.” They filed out of the room, moving awkwardly because they fought all the natural urge to cover themselves.

  “Are you a virgin?” he asked.

  “Yes.” she said. She kept her eyes focused on his.

  He scoffed. “Nobody ever touched you? Not a relative? A teacher?”

  “Well, yes. But never intercourse.” Her cheeks flushed red.

  “There it is…” he murmured. “Shame.” She continued looking at him. He put his hands on her hips and guided her to sit down on a couch. “Lay back.” he said.

  She leaned back against the cushions. Her feet were still on the floor and her stomach was arched. He knelt between her legs and gripped both her ankles. He rotated her legs up in the air so she was exposed.

  “I’m going to teach you something.” he said. “Shame is the most powerful weapon. Even more potent than this.” He tapped her pubic mound with a finger. He rolled her over. She looked back over her shoulder. “I own you now.” he said. He rested a hand on her back. “Do you understand?”

  “I think so.”

  “Think?!” he barked.

  “Yes.” she nodded.

  “Good. Don’t think and you can live a good life and retire when you’re 35. Thinking’s bad. Now, get dressed, we’re leaving.”

  Chapter Seven

  Keith woke up as the night air streamed through the Healey. “What….. where am I?”

  “Dad! Finally. I’m taking us to the Wells farm!” Chloe’s voice was sharp, but she was steady and in control.

  “What happened?” he sat up in the seat. “I don’t remember a thing. Just driving down to Hudson, then it’s black.”

  “They must have drugged you.” she said.

  “What?” he was startled.

  “Yeah, then they took me into a freak show.” She spit the words.

  “What happened?”

  “I went into a room, this creepy dude made one girl undress. She just stood there like a zombie. He slapped me!”

  “What?!” Keith was fully awake.

  “I kicked the shit out of two guys and ran. That was about a half hour ago.”

  “Did they follow?” he opened the glove box and took the gun out. He looked over his shoulder. The road was dark except for the pool of red from the tail lights.

  “No. I was out the door before any of those freaks knew what happened.”

  “Good! Thank god! Honey, I’m so sorry…” he rubbed his eyes. Guilt weighed on him.

  “There’s no way you could have guessed.” she said. “Anyway, it’s alright. I’m angry beyond belief at those people. I want to kill them all.”

  “There’s something big going on.” Keith said. “We really dove into the deep end.”

  The Austin rumbled down the driveway. All the lights were on in the house and the Flying Fox’s windows glowed. Chloe honked the horn repeatedly and pulled to a stop in the drive. The engine stalled. She ran around to the passenger side.

  Robbie, Dana, and Johnny trotted outside. Tracy and Morgan followed them out.

  “Help!” Chloe said, “My Dad’s been drugged.”

  Robbie opened the passenger door and knelt down by Keith. “You OK?”

  “Yeah, I think so, feels like waking up after anaesthesia.” Keith said. “Help me up.”

  Robbie took Keith’s arm and helped him stand. “Johnny, some help.” he nodded at Keith’s other side. The two men helped him stump into the house.

  Tracy hugged Chloe, who burst into tears and sobbed.

  Dana pet her arm, “What happened?”

  Keith held up a hand, “It’s all my fault.”

  Chloe backed up and wiped her eyes with her arm. “We went to this church, well, this weird temple in Hudson. They drugged Dad, and tried to rape me or sacrifice me, or god knows. But I got out of there. They messed with the wrong girl!” Her eyes flashed.

  Dana said, “They sure did!”

  Robbie asked, “You said temple?”

  Keith answered, “Yeah, this weird building, I was following a lead…” he handed over his phone to Robbie.

  Robbie flipped through the pictures, with a thoughtful look on his face. He handed the phone to Dana and she and Johnny looked at them.

  “Keith, we’ve got a lot to talk about.” Robbie said. “You want some coffee?”

  “Hopefully without rohypnol?” Keith manag
ed a smile.

  Robbie chuckled, “No, but cream? Actually, everybody into the library. Lots to discuss.”

  Chapter Eight

  Robbie turned on all the lights in the library. He even walked up to the second floor and plugged in the large wall fixture that looked like the sun. It shone against the wall and the frosted glass in the light fixture glowed yellow.

  Robbie sat at the head of the table. He put his arm squarely on its surface. Dana sat close to him on the arm of the chair. Keith sat on one side of the table near Robbie, and Johnny sat on the other so the sun lamp was just over his shoulder.

  Morgan took a seat at the other end of the table. He nervously tapped the armrests. Tracy and Chloe flanked him.

  Dana surveyed the room. “All good?” They all nodded.

  Robbie spoke, “The two of you just stumbled into our world.”

  Keith looked sideways at him. “Chloe’s mentioned a few things, but can you explain a little better?”

  Robbie said, “Let’s start with this.” He flipped his laptop open and clicked through a few files, then played a video of their raid on the Nashville Vampires. “Johnny recorded this through the window.”

  Keith leaned over, and the girls and Morgan gathered around the screen.

  Vampire Elvis knelt down, “you’re gonna kill that bunny, boy, then I’m going to wreck you. Then I’m going to take your blood.”

  The eastern european man ran into the room, “Go! Go!” he shouted, then an arrow sprang from his chest.

  The video stopped. Keith put a hand to his head. “Wow.” he muttered. Tracy and Morgan were aghast.

  Dana said, “We rescued the kids and killed those two.”

  Chloe snarled, “These people are disgusting. They were going to rape me.”

  Keith said, “But she kicked their asses.”

  Chloe said, “But they got five other girls....”

  Keith said, “Apparently sold or traded by their parents. Lovely people.”

  Robbie filled them in on the background. They talked for a couple of hours, and finally he said, “I think they’re interested in something here. The Sheriff’s been poking around. There are cameras out back.”

  “Sheriff?” Keith said.

  “Yeah, the Sheriff. These guys get their fingers into everything. National governments, state governments, crime, businesses.” Robbie said.

  “Believe it or not, the Sheriff was there tonight. Him and that Judge… I can’t think of the guy’s name. He always uses his first name...”

  “Judge Ralph?” Robbie asked.

  “Yeah… That’s it.”

  “He was here… in our house!” Tracy shouted.

  “Death star plans…” Morgan said.

  “What?” Keith asked.

  Robbie deferred to Morgan. He walked around the room and climbed up to the second floor near the sun lamp.

  “Robbie told us a few weeks ago that this room contains the plans to the Death Star.” he gestured around. They all watched him as he walked the catwalk. “Maybe they’re looking for the ‘droids.”

  Keith was flustered, “Morgan, you totally lost me. I’m not up on my Star Wars trivia.”

  “With the knowledge in this room, you could build a death star…” Morgan said.

  “Or blow one up.” Chloe said with firm resolve.

  Robbie gently thumped his fist on the table as if he were forging an idea. “We have immediate problems and longer term problems.”

  Keith nodded, “first things first?”

  “We don’t want to get Waco’ed or Ruby Ridged.” Robbie said bluntly. “With all of us here, they could trump up some reason to raid this house, come in guns blazing.”

  Keith offered, “We’ll get back to the condo. Plus, the case I’m working on leads back to the apparent murder of Marcus Rice. That’s the trail that led me to Hudson. There might be a line of attack there.”

  Johnny chimed in, “Now that we’ve got names, we can start to get after them and dig up their dirt. I already started on the Sheriff, but now with the information from Hudson, and the Judge, we can start to trace out their networks. I’m going to start squeezing.”

  Robbie asked, “Before you get to that, can you take those cameras out in a non-obvious way?”

  Johnny smiled, “Yeah. I’ll go do that, now. Then I’ll park the Fox back in the woods.” He went outside.

  Morgan asked, “What about me?”

  Robbie said, “I think we’re still relatively safe here, but it might be a good idea for you young folks to stay away from the house for a couple of days. The best thing for you to do is go back to your ‘normal’ life.”

  Tracy, looked at Chloe and Morgan. For her, normal was already a distant memory.

  Chapter Nine

  Demetria sat in the back seat of the Sheriff’s Escalade with Saul and Yuri. Ralph sat in the front and Chuck was at the wheel.

  “I will need a car. This one won’t do.” Demetria said.

  “Anything you want, we can get.” Ralph said eagerly.

  She frowned. She didn’t like him. He and Saul were overcome by her presence. At least Saul stayed quiet and just smiled like an idiot. His normal gregariousness, combined with his reverence for her just tied his mind in knots. Yuri and Chuck just treated her like another person, with only slight acknowledgement of her status.

  “Two of you are men. Fully human. Two aren’t.” she announced. “What’s the matter with you two?” she looked at Ralph and Saul with disgust.

  “I am… awestruck…” Ralph said.

  “That’s a nice thing to say. An admirable sentiment, but is it worthy of a man, or just slaves?”

  Saul cast his eyes down. She sneered at him. “I thought so. I bet your ancestors stomped bricks.” she squeezed his chin and stared into his eyes.

  She made him feel very small and insignificant. “How do you do this?” he asked.

  She shoved his face away. “Do what?”

  “I feel this way, now. But I met this girl, Stephanie was her name, before you inhabited her, and did not have this feeling.”

  “Are you a philosopher?” She laughed. “Are you probing into the nature of things?”

  Saul nodded. “I suppose I am.”

  “Did you know people used to throw their infant children into fires to talk to us and to please us?” She laughed ruefully.

  “Moloch?” Ralph asked quietly.

  “Yes, that was one they fed children to.” She nodded. “For centuries, they thought I brought the spring. It took sooooo long to instruct them in the proper way to help me cross over here. So many piles of poor dead virgins. So tedious.”

  They pulled into the driveway of a palatial house on Fairmont Road. The house was surrounded by immaculate landscaping and an entire forest had been mowed down to open up a view of the valley. The walls were illuminated by floodlights.

  “Is this mine?” she put a hand on her chest and feigned gratitude.

  “Yes.” Ralph said. “We’re at your command. Anything you need, let us know.”

  “Get me a vehicle. Something fast and dangerous and appropriate to me. I will need to assemble a household staff.” She got out of the car. “You two men, come with me, and we will discuss this plan of yours.” Yuri climbed out.

  Chuck rubbed the back of his neck. “Do you insist? I think Yuri can take care of you.”

  She knitted her brow together. “You are a man, but not a man? How can you resist this?” She gestured at her body.

  Chuck climbed out of the car. She leered, “If we had a third, I’d have one per hole.” She led them into the house.

  The foyer was two stories and a marble staircase that arced up to the second floor. Demetria took it all in quickly, then shooed them into the house. “It’s been many years since I’ve been here. Show me things.”

  They led her around the house and showed her the bathrooms and hot tub, the TV and the Internet. There was a folio with a set of credit cards, a drivers license. There were guns and knives
and a sword. She was enamored with a tablet computer and started browsing the Internet. Yuri and Chuck got bored and sat on a couch.

  “I’m going to get a car tomorrow…” she announced. “Actually, ooh… a motorcycle.”

  “That could work.” Chuck said.

  “For what?” She asked. She plopped down between them.

  “I mean, for the mission.”

  “Aha. The mission.” she intoned with mock seriousness. “Always such important business to do. Grubby deals. Money to make!” She sat between them on a couch. “Tell me about this mission.” She undid their pants and slipped her hand inside.