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But when she and her 11 year old daughter fall into the hands of a bizarre and sadistic sex cult, Cherie finds out what it means to have to offer up herself fully to protect her child. This is her story. (MFFg, ped, dom, nc, rp, bd, oral, anal, intr, inc? *** I. Cherie and Cindy Nobody ever accused Cherie Johansson of being a good mother, or a particularly nice person for that matter. But she was beautiful. Even her bitterest detractors had to give her that. To see her at a distance one might describe her as small but this is not the right word. Not quite. At 5'4'' and just over 115 lbs with exceedingly delicate bones, petite comes closer to the mark. Doll-like is closer still if one reckons this to be a word. Her 34C breasts were high and firm with just the right degree of pout to prompt even younger women and girls to take notice. Her legs and abdomen were toned almost to the point of hardness with a hint of lingering summer tan. Not bad for a single working mom of 28 years. Cherie's body was indeed inviting but her face could stop one cold. It began innocently enough with a bounty of soft natural blond tresses which when loosed snaked their way halfway down her back. The hair framed a face which, like the rest of her body, was devoid of blemishes or other such imperfections. But her jaw was maybe a little too strong, her full lips in a seemingly perpetual frown and her large pale blue eyes did not hint of mirth. Life for Cherie up until this point had been a mixed bag at best. She had hardly known her father whom her mother regularly derided as a worthless drunk and who had been shot to death back in Tennessee twenty years ago by his best drinking buddy during a discussion of who drank the last beer. Cherie's mother was an unbalanced and bitter woman who went to psychotic lengths to keep her only daughter under control. The one truly formative event in Cherie's life occurred when she was 13. Mother believed little Cherie had kissed a boy after school so she wrestled the girl to the floor and cut off her hair with a handy pair of scissors. When Monday morning came, Cherie had to show up at school looking like one of those French women during WWII who had taken German lovers and then had fallen into the hands of their liberated countrymen. What young Cherie needed was an exit strategy and, at 16, she found it in the person of an 18 year old mechanic's apprentice who in his innocent way worshipped Cherie as the most beautiful girl he ever saw. After only the second date he proposed, she accepted and the two virgins wed at the county courthouse. That night Cherie consented to have her clothing removed, albeit in the near total darkness of their motel room, and lay on the bed waiting for her new husband to mount her. Cherie was a modern American teenager and she knew full well what was about to happen to her. Still, nothing could have prepared her for the blunt trauma of his swollen phallus as it clumsily but surely shoved its way through Cherie's hymen into the very back of her shocked vagina. Cherie never actually saw her husband's erect penis but she was certain it had to be enormous. She cried out once but did not move or make another sound. The hard thrusts which followed hurt like hell but were mercifully few in number. Morning found Cherie in a bed with bloody sheets next to a sleeping boy she hardly knew. Within a few days Cherie was gone. She did not bother with the formalities of divorce, or even saying goodbye. She just threw her things into the car and left. Some weeks later Cherie learned she was pregnant. While staying with an aunt and uncle in New Mexico, Cherie gave birth to Cindy. Little Cindy was a delight from the very beginning. The burbling, fair-haired infant quickly budded into a bright and sunny little girl. Cindy was curious about everything and everyone. She relished the attention of adults and instinctively knew how to get it and hold it. In appearance she was almost an exact copy of her mother except that Cindy's features grew softer and more refined with each passing year and her eyes radiated warmth where her mother's were cold. Cindy was always smallish for her age, like her mother, but where many girls are thin and gawky in the years leading up to puberty, Cindy's body was always unmistakably feminine. This was especially true of her legs which looked as though they could have belonged to an older girl who happened to be a figure skater. Cindy's natural charm and good looks did not go unnoticed by Cherie who saw in her daughter a way to live out one of her own girlish fantasies, if only vicariously. Starting at the age of four, Cherie entered Cindy in every little girl beauty pageant in the Mid West. Money was always tight but Cherie spared no expense to see that her daughter wore the cutest handmade costumes and dresses and that she received the necessary dance and voice lessons to hone Cindy's considerable natural talents. For almost seven years Cindy worked the Little Miss Whatever circuit and accumulated a raft of trophies taller than her. Cherie's happy career as stage mom came to an abrupt end shortly after Cindy's eleventh birthday. While Cherie sat at her kitchen table one evening making travel plans for yet another pageant, Cindy nonchalantly informed her mother that beauty contests "aren't cool" and that she did not want to do them anymore. Cherie responded by slapping Cindy hard across the face. "You listen here, you ungrateful little bitch. You do what I say, when I say it. You do it good and you fucking smile while you're doing it! You got that?" "This-is-so-unfair-I-hate-you!" screamed Cindy as she bolted out the backdoor. Cherie watched without undue concern as the crying girl disappeared around the corner of the neighbor's house. She then returned to finalizing her plans. Cherie won the battle but lost the war. Just a week after the confrontation in the kitchen, mother and daughter drove three hours to a large, prestigious pageant in St. Louis. They hardly exchanged a word. The contest itself was a disaster. Cindy was uncharacteristically graceless and self-conscious. During the talent competition wherein she sang a precociously suggestive rendition of "Come on a My House," a song Cindy had performed hundreds of times; she flubbed the lyrics not once but repeatedly. When the ordeal was finally over and the smattering of polite applause subsided, the girl fixed the judge's table with her baby blues and explained sweetly, "I forgot the fucking words." Cherie was mortified. She grabbed the child by the elbow and quietly but firmly guided her outside to the back of the convention hall. There she cut a handful of bare switches from a hedgerow with a Barlow knife she had for years carried in her purse for just that purpose. She then proceeded to stripe Cindy's bare calves and thighs all the while calling her a bitch, a spoiled brat, an ingrate and a lot of other ugly- sounding nouns. The tirade did not end once they were back on the road. "I have never been so humiliated!" ranted Cherie. "I should have paid the doctors to suck you out. I should have sold you to the goddamn Gypsies!" Cherie punctuated each such statement by pounding her wrists into the steering wheel or by slapping her palm down hard upon Cindy's welted thighs. This went on for over 250 miles. When they finally got home Cherie collapsed exhausted on her bed. Cindy, feeling more free than she had at any previous time in her young life, sneaked out of the house to call on the next door neighbors: Tam and Eddie. II. Tam and Eddie Tam and Eddie were what folks in those parts would call a handsome couple. At 31 years of age, Eddie still looked like the quarterback he had been in high school and junior college. He stood 5'10'', and had a full head of black hair and hard angular features. He moved with the easy grace of an apex predator in the prime of life and everyone agreed he had a commanding presence. Tam was a statuesque woman of 29. Although she was quite slim in the waist, her hips were wide in the way the hips of Hollywood starlets were 50 years ago and her breasts were round and ripe. Light red hair fell freely across Tam's shoulders and light freckles dappled the bridge of her nose between hazel eyes. Petite Cherie on an unconscious level found Tam, who stood 5'9" and outweighed her by some 40 lbs, physically intimidating. No one seemed to know for certain what Tam and Eddie did for money but they did not seem to be hurting. They owned a late model sports car and an SUV and, although their house was small, it was expensively decorated. Cherie had been in their home many times and had an eye for such things. Tam and Eddie had no children, at least not yet as Tam liked to say, and they adored Cindy. This suited Cherie just fine since her work as a paralegal and freelance private investigator often required her to work long, irregular hours and she regarded the friendly couple as a free babysitting service. Tam and Eddie often had Cherie and Cindy over for dinner. So it was that several weeks after the St. Louis debacle Cindy informed Cherie that they were invited over to Tam and Eddie's for dinner and maybe a movie. Cherie had just gotten in from work and she did not bother to change out of her black skirt, black high heeled sandals and thin, white blouse. Cindy still wore the tiny t-shirt and shorts ensemble she had been lounging in all afternoon along with an old pair of white Keds and ankle socks. Tam met them cordially at the door and ushered mother and daughter into the front parlor. This was a room in the house that was well appointed but seldom used on account of the home entertainment center being located in the den. As the three of them passed through the parlor, something caught Cherie's eye. It was a portrait on the wall she had never noticed before. It appeared to be a greatly enlarged photograph that had been retouched to look like a painted portrait. Cherie was familiar with the technique and had always considered it a little tacky but this time she was transfixed. A regal middle aged woman stared back at her. Her hair was long and dark and her full red lips turned up ever so slightly at the corners. She wore a flowing blue gown cinched tight at the waist and a round pendant of diamonds and sapphires on a thin gold chain graced her generous décolletage. Her hands rested possessively upon the shoulders of a prepubescent girl in a white sun dress. The girl's reddish hair was braided and her eyes were downcast. But it was the woman's eyes that made Cherie freeze. Blue, cold and imperious. They were Cherie's eyes. "Who is this woman?" asked Cherie. Tam patted Cindy on the rump and gestured for her to go on into the den and say hello to Eddie. Cindy bounded out of the room. "Uncle Eddie!" she squealed. "There's my baby girl!" came a man's voice in reply. Tam stepped behind Cherie and placed her hands familiarly upon her hip and shoulder. Cherie stiffened. She hated to be touched by anyone. "That was my Aunt Etta," replied Tam. "She passed away some twelve years ago. She wasn't really my aunt but that's what she liked for me to call her. She taught me so much. I couldn't begin to tell you." "Is that you?" asked Cherie pointing to the girl in the picture. Tam nodded. "You don't look all that happy." "I was still too young to understand. I understand now." "Understand what?" Cherie wanted to ask but before she could get the words out Tam was steering her towards the den. Eddie reclined in an easy chair in front of the TV. He and Cindy were playing tickle games and the young girl was wriggling in his lap. "Hey Eddie, why don't you unhand that child long enough to fix our adult guest a drink?" Tam then smiled brightly at Cindy and invited her to come into the kitchen and help with dinner. Cherie plopped down on the sofa and exhaled a puff of air upward through her bangs. Eddie proffered her a gin and tonic. "Tough day at the office?" he asked conversationally. Cherie shrugged. Eddie leaned over and slid a couple of pills across the coffee table. "What say we get a head on before dinner?" Cherie trusted Eddie more than most men and she loved pills when they were free. Before dinner ever made it to the table, she was out. The last thing she remembered was the sensation of cool steel manacles clamping snugly upon her wrists but by then she was too far gone to have much of an opinion about that. III. The Cup Maidens Cherie came to feeling like her brain was wrapped in gauze. She was lying on a hardwood floor and golden afternoon sun filtered through strange curtains. Cherie had a vague recollection of having traveled in the back of a van or SUV far out into the country. As more of her senses came back on line, Cherie became better able to take the measure of her surroundings. She seemed to be in some sort of anteroom with no furniture, some closets and antiquated ceiling fixtures. At one end of the room was a heavy wooden door, presumably the exit, and at the other end was an arched doorway closed off only by a curtain of hanging beads. Over the doorway were the words SHED YOUR INHIBITIONS PUT ON PERFECT PEACE stenciled in blue. As best as Cherie could tell, she was alone but her hands were cuffed around an interior column. Her clothes were rumpled but still on her body except that her feet were bare. The natural reaction of most people in Cherie's situation would be confusion followed by fear, if not abject panic. Cherie was just pissed. "Hey! Hello! Somebody? Anybody? Get me out of here! NOW!" Cherie rose shakily to her feet and, pounding her handcuffs against the column, drew in a breath for more yelling. "Eddie! Goddamnit!" Cherie heard a rustling in the next room, a murmur of voices, male and female. Somebody was coming which was a damn good thing because she was about to verbally rip somebody's head off. But when the bead curtain parted, all Cherie could do for the moment was gawk in embarrassment and disbelief. Tam emerged from the archway flanked by two women Cherie did not know and they were all completely naked. To one side of Tam stood a willowy 5'7" black woman in her late teens with hair in tight ringlets spiraling thickly about her head and neck. She had narrow hips, lovely cone-shaped breasts capped by large dark nipples and there was something vaguely Asian about her features and skin tone. The other woman could not have been much older than 19 either. She stood 4'10" and might have weighed all of 90 lbs. From the look of her nude body she could easily have been mistaken for a 14 year old or even an athletic twelve year old boy except that her barely there breasts were topped by hard, quarter-sized nipples and the cleft between her legs made no effort to conceal full, succulent lips. The boy-who-is-not-a- boy effect was further accentuated by hair dyed to an unnatural shade of deep red and cut short in the elfin fashion. "Ah, our little party girl is awake at last," announced Tam as she approached. "Introductions are in order. Girls, this is Cherie and she is our very special guest. Cherie, allow me to introduce Andronica and Io. You are in Aunt Etta's house and we are her cup maidens." Questions flooded Cherie's mind; such as where was she and why was she handcuffed to a pole, but the first one she blurted out was, "Why isn't anyone wearing clothes?" Before Tam could answer, the elf-child Tam introduced as Io took Cherie's still clothed breast in her tiny hand and squeezed with surprising force causing Cherie to jump. "Because we are all going to fuck you," she hissed. The black woman called Andronica just fixed Cherie with her golden-brown eyes and nodded. "Because," Tam answered patiently, "clothing is not permitted in the inner sanctum. The rules will all be explained and then you will follow them to the letter. Do you understand?" Cherie hardly registered Tam's words. Something awful occurred to her and iced the pit of her stomach. She was going to be stripped. She was brought here to be stripped. Once when she was nine a group of neighborhood children, older boys mostly, enticed her into the pond where they were swimming and proceeded, playfully at first, to try to strip the bathing suit from her body. Little Cherie screamed long and loud enough to cause them to hesitate and she got away. Now Cherie sunk to her knees and tried to curl into a protective ball around the pole to which she was still cuffed. "NOOOooooo!!" Cherie shrieked with a volume and force that almost rent her vocal cords. Surely this could not be happening. There had to be someone she could bargain with, reason with. Where the hell was Eddie? Then another thought tore across her mind like a shard of hot metal; where is Cindy? What have they done with Cindy?! As if on cue the beads parted and Eddie came and stood over Cherie. He too was naked with his fists resting on his hips. Cherie looked up to see his fully engorged nine inch cock and scrotum hovering over her and looked away, red-faced. "Eddie, please. What have you done with Cindy?" "Cindy is fine. We're just keeping an eye on her for you. Your little beauty queen is going to be our insurance policy. Do as we say and obey the rules and no harm will come to her. She'll be safe as kittens. When our little initiation ceremony is over we will take both of you home and I can promise you will both be truly happy for the first time in your lives. Try to buck and we will make little Cindy the guest of honor. Then we will make candles out of both of you." Cherie was a smart woman and her mind was racing now. "C'mon Ed, we're all friends here. Nothing has happened that we can't all laugh about over a few beers. I may want to join your little..." she struggled to find the right word, "...group, but first let's all go back to your place. We can talk it over in the den. You and Tam can tell me all about your beliefs. I got nothing against religion. But let's keep Cindy out of it, for now anyway. Okay? " Cherie's hopes soared. Her words sounded reasonable enough and she thought they might have found their mark. She could talk her way out of anything. Eddie handed a tiny key to Tam who silently removed the handcuffs and disengaged Cherie from the pole. But before Cherie could even get to her feet or rub her aching, swollen wrists, the nude women who called themselves cup maidens seized her arms and re-cuffed them behind her back. Eddie placed his large hands on either side of Cherie's face and gently pulled her up to her knees. "The rules are quite simple really," Eddie began with the air of a schoolmaster. "You will submit to us, all of us, promptly, completely and without protest. Don't worry; you don't have to like it. But you will still remember your manners and always say 'Thank you.' If we decide to ram electrodes up your twat, you will say 'Thank you for ramming electrodes up my twat.' If we decide to brand your ass cheek with our sacred symbol, you will say 'Thank you. It is very fashionable.' Remember that any resistance, any back talk, any flash of that trademark temper of yours will be considered a breach of our little agreement and the consequences will be immediate and severe. "Do you understand everything I have told you so far? Good. We have other rules, protocols really, but you don't need to concern yourself with those right now. There is one rule that is the most important rule of all. Are you listening? Good. If one of the men, and there are many of us, should see fit to give you the gift of his seed anywhere in your unworthy body, you will hold every drop as sacred for that is your purpose and reason for being. Thus spake Etta." At these words the cup maidens bowed their heads in supplication. "Oh and one more thing, just to see if you were really listening," Eddie continued. "After we cum in you, what do you say?" "What? Um...thank you?" answered Cherie in a confused, quavering voice. "Thank you what?" "Thank you for cumming in me." "See there?" Eddie chortled, "I told everybody you were smart and nobody believed me. In a few hours you and your baby girl will be at home snug in your beds. Trust me." This is all a sick joke, Cherie told herself. An elaborate fucked up sick joke. She did not want to accept that anything truly bad was about to happen. Part of her was willing to play along with these Etta people and bide time until the opportunity arose to grab her kid and get the hell out of there. The other part which housed that trademark temper howled. Before Cherie could weigh the wisdom of her words, she fixed Eddie's eyes with her own cold blue orbs of fury and spat, "You can do what you want with me but if anybody harms my daughter I swear to God I will kill every one of you sick motherfuckers!" Stupid! Why did she have to go and say that? Cherie winced waiting for the blow she knew was about to fall. After a moment or two during which nothing untoward happened, she cautiously opened one eye and then the other. This time her eyes begged forgiveness. Eddie merely gazed down at her, his head cocked slightly to one side and a smile of mild bemusement on his lips. "Fair enough," he said. With an ease that bordered on tenderness, Eddie used just his fingertips to present Cherie's lips to the head of his cock. Her eyes closed, her lips parted, her jaw relaxed, and just that quickly the thing she swore would never happen happened. A man's penis was in her mouth. Eddie was thick but Cherie found she could open her mouth wide enough to accommodate. She could not help but notice the smoothness of the head as it pushed toward the back of her palette and her tongue registered the veins which bulged underneath. A faintly musky taste came off his skin and dissolved in her saliva. Cherie did not want to know where this dick has been. She felt her stomach getting small but she willed herself to continue, for Cindy's sake. She had not given up hope. Not yet. Yes, she was being forced to suck Eddie's dick but she had not been otherwise violated and her clothes were still on. He was the only man she had seen since her abduction and maybe if she could satisfy him he would let her go. As for these crazy women who call themselves cup maidens, they could go back to doing whatever it is they do with each other. Cherie drew in another deep breath, pressed her lips and tongue around Eddie's cock to envelop it snugly, and swallowed as much of the long, fat shaft as she could without gagging. Then she commenced to moving her head up and down the shaft to simulate intercourse. As she did this, she cut her eyes up to look into his as if to ask, "Am I doing it right?" Cherie's task might have been somewhat more bearable had she not had an audience. The cup maidens were sitting on the floor watching in rapt fascination. Tam for her part did not seem to approve of the way Cherie was sucking her husband's cock, "For God's sake Eddie, make her take it all. Your dick's still half dry." "For real," Io piped in. "if I had a cock like yours it would be halfway to her stomach by now." "I heard that," chimed Andronica. "Now ladies, let's not be too hard on our guest. This is her first taste of cock and we don't want to ruin it for her. We have the rest of her life to teach her how to go down all the way" As Eddie said this he gripped the hair on the back of Cherie's head in his hands and commenced to rhythmically probe the back of her mouth. "First taste, my ass," proffered Tam, "I bet this little slut's on her knees every morning sucking all those lawyers dry for breakfast." "Make a yummy-sound, ho," commanded Andronica as she rubbed a hand on her brown belly, "like this, ymmm!" Everyone was laughing, except Cherie obviously. She was trying to do her best. She was trying to pleasure Eddie without accidentally biting or puking. But her task kept getting more difficult. The penis in her mouth was growing longer and fatter and more insistent upon finding the entrance of her throat. Now she was being mocked by the awful cup maidens. She hated that as much as she hated having her mouth raped by Eddie. It just wasn't fair. She was starting to hate those women. "Hey look everybody! She's crying." Io snuggled in close at Cherie's side. It was true. Cherie's eyes were shut tight but a steady stream was flowing down each side of her face. Io leaned in closer and opened her mouth. Cherie felt sopping heat on her cheek and then the rake of Io's tongue piercing as she lapped up the entire tear stream and smacked her lips in Cherie's ear. The sight of this was too much for Eddie. He shoved his cock faster and deeper into Cherie's throat. She was on the verge of panic. She could not breathe. And then Eddie's dick swelled to a volume Cherie had not thought possible and commenced to pulse in her throat. "Suck it all down, little cherry!" rasped Eddie as a bitter viscous brine flooded the back of her mouth. She commanded her stomach to accept the strange liquid she was frantically trying to swallow. Still it kept coming as Eddie's grip on her hair tightened and his penis continued to throb angrily in her mouth. At long last Eddie's orgasm subsided and he visibly slumped in the shoulders. Tam, Io and Andronica each had a hand nestled between their legs. For once they were silent, even reverent. Eddie's cock was beginning to slump too and he slowly withdrew it from Cherie's mouth. As the head exited, it secreted a snail trail of semen across her lower lip. Eddie's eyes fixed upon Cherie's. He quizzed her, "What is the most important rule?" Their eyes remained locked as her small pink tongue obediently came out to gather the residue from her lip and disappeared back into her mouth. "Now say it," he commanded. "Thank you for letting me drink your cum." To Cherie those words tasted as nasty as his rancid seed. "It's best when it's fresh, ain't it?" whispered Andronica in her ear but Cherie was not listening to her. She wasn't listening to anyone. All she could think of was that she had done what she had to do and now she ought to be allowed to leave. She did not care about anything or anyone else. Cindy was probably at home waiting for her. She likely had been there all along. All Cherie wanted was to go home, throw up in the shower and burn Tam and Eddie's house to the ground, more or less in that order. But the Children of Etta had other plans. "Stand her up," commanded Eddie. Grabbing an arm, Andronica and Tam pulled Cherie roughly to her feet. Eddie placed one powerful hand around Cherie's throat. The other hand plunged beneath the waist of her skirt and panties. Cherie yelped at the sudden unexpected invasion of her person. Eddie had his fingers buried in her pubic bush and he balled them into a tight fist. He could have lifted her off her feet by her pubes. His grip was that firm. Instead, he gave her pelvis a good shake. "Ladies, you know the rules. I want this chicken plucked!" "Roger that!" chirped little Io. Eddie disappeared through the beads. The cup maidens fell upon Cherie, tearing and ripping at her clothing. Within seconds her skirt and slip were just rags on the floor. They would not risk removing her handcuffs to take off her blouse and bra. Instead they cut them off her body using her own Barlow knife. As her bra fell away in halves, all three women stopped to admire Cherie's perfect breasts. They hardly needed any support at all for they stood high and proud on her chest. In the center of each was a small red nipple that puckered demurely in the cool air. "Nice," commented Io appreciatively. "Damn." Andronica moistened her full, sensuous lips. They had stripped Cherie down to her last article of clothing. She was wearing a no-nonsense pair of blue cotton panties. When they were gone there would be nothing left to protect her. Through her sobs she pleaded with the women, "Please don't do this. Please!" They paid her no mind. Tam fell to her knees before Cherie. "I've waited a long time for this," she said, her voice thick. Cherie felt long fingernails dig into her flesh as Tam took hold of the elastic waistband and rolled the panties slowly off her hips and thighs all the way to her ankles. She then ordered Cherie to step out of the rolled up undergarment. Cherie continued to sob softly but she did as she was told. "There she is, girls," Tam said with a flourish to her cohorts. "I give you Cherie Johansson's pussy." As with most everyone, modesty was a reflex for Cherie. Her knees clamped together defensively and her ankles turned out slightly leaving her standing pigeon-toed and blushing with shame. Her chin was at her sternum and hair dampened by tears partially hid her face. "We've fucked around out here long enough," Io decided. "Let's get her into the chamber." Cherie was not the least bit curious about what lay on the other side of that beaded curtain. In her mind those cheap hippie beads marked the boundary beyond which there could be no return, the very edge of the world. Every instinct in every fiber of her being warned her not to cross that line and blind animal panic took hold. She screamed. She begged. She tried to roll up in a ball on the floor. None of that mattered. Her hands were bound securely behind her back, and besides, any one of her tormentors, even tiny Io, was more than a match for her physically right now. Then Tam offered up the inducement that would brook no delay. "C'mon C.J.," Tam said good-naturedly, "let's go see Cindy," and she gestured to some unseen point beyond the curtain. This had the desired effect. Cherie continued to sob and beg incoherently but her body gave up the struggle. Still, her legs refused to bear her weight and Tam and Andronica practically had to drag her into the inner sanctum. IV. Ties that Bind The beads parted and the room Cherie found herself in was spacious, perhaps 20' x 40', and dark. The air was cool and smelled faintly of cigarettes, sandalwood and sex. There were no windows and the walls were paneled in ancient redwood and thick redwood rafters eight feet over head held up the roof. This inner sanctum might have made a fine mead hall in medieval times but there were no roaring fires, no furniture whatsoever unless one counted the few overstuffed pillows strewn about the floor, and there was thick beige carpeting in lieu of straw. The walls were bare save for one life-sized, nude portrait (an actual painting) of Etta, her arms extended palms up in the classic come-unto-me-little- children pose. A tiny alter cluttered with candles and dried flowers stood at the portrait's base. In the wall at the far end of the room was another arched and bead- curtained entrance identical to the one through which she had just passed. Cherie's eyes scanned the dark expanse of the chamber frantically. She saw no one. More to the point, she did not see Cindy. A feeling of relief washed over her. They were bluffing! They don't have her! It was just as she suspected. But then the scanning eyes stopped to take in the room's central feature. A single 100 watt bulb hung from a conical light fixture in the center of the room. It threw a circle of light upon the floor that was twelve feet in diameter. Within that circle was a blue vinyl mat much like one might expect to see in any gymnasium. The mat was only four inches thick and approximately five feet long and two feet wide. A steel hook was imbedded in the floor about three feet beyond the long end of the mat and two steel rings were set in the floor four feet apart at the center of the mat's length. Lengths of thin rope of the kind used to tie off boats lay in three small piles near at hand to the rings along with what looked like pieces of scrap lumber. To the side of the mat were two concrete blocks beneath a three inch hook set deep into one of the redwood beams. It was to the circle of light that Tam and Andronica pulled naked Cherie while Io capered about them like a mad pixie. Cherie was thrust onto the mat and pushed back painfully upon her bounded arms. While she blinked under the bright light, Andronica went to work on her leg. Andronica took one of the lengths of rope and handed it to Tam. With the other she fashioned a small loop at one end which she slipped around Cherie's foot and pulled roughly up her leg to just above the knee. Tam did the same with the other leg. Next they took the third length of rope, which was shorter than the others, and fashioned a loop around each foot with only about six inches of slack between the loops. Then the women threaded the longer leg ropes through the rings in the floor and, using the rings for pulleys, each began tugging with all her strength. "Make a wish!" joked Tam as Cherie's knees began to part. Cherie screamed for them to stop and fought to keep her legs together. In truth, she probably had sufficient strength in her thighs and buttocks to win that contest but for the pain of the thin rope biting into the soft flesh behind her knees. As she moaned in resignation, her legs yielded to the ropes until they were spread a full 180 degrees. Cherie felt as exposed and helpless as a frog awaiting dissection. With nautical efficiency Tam and Andronica secured the leg ropes to the rings without making so much as a millimeter of slack. Tam walked to the foot of the mat to admire her handiwork and to take her first good long look at the delicate pink folds of Cherie's vaginal lips. "How are we doing down there, girlie girl?" Tam asked in mock solicitude. "If you could see yourself the way I'm seeing you....God, I would give anything to have a dick the size of my arm right now!" Cherie said nothing but instead turned her head and wept softly. Tam tapped a finger on her chin and affected a pensive expression. "I can't shake the feeling that we forgot something. Girls, help me out." Io and Andronica just shrugged. "Oh, now I remember. Andronica, Io, sit her up." Tam came around the mat and produced the cuff key she had tucked behind her ear. Without ceremony, the cuffs were again removed only to be clamped back on, only this time her arms were extended over her head with the point of the hook in the floor threaded unto the cuff's center link. Tam inspected all the bindings and found them to be tight, tight, tight. Looking over at Andronica and Io, Tam gave the order for them to "go round up the equipment. Me and Miss Johansson are going to have us a little chat, woman to woman." Tam sat down on her knees at Cherie's side. "Are you comfy? Did we get those ropes tight enough for you?" Cherie lolled her head from side to side. "My legs hurt," was all she could say. She really did not want to talk to Tam right then. Tam ran her hands along the insides of Cherie's thighs, gently kneading the taut muscles with her fingers. "Does that feel better?" Cherie did not answer. "You don't feel like talking? That's okay because I really need for you to listen right now. What I have to say concerns you, and it concerns Cindy." For emphasis Tam cupped Cherie's breast and looked into her eyes to be sure she had Cherie's attention. "Those eyes. You and Cindy are lucky to have those eyes. They are so like Etta's eyes. Everything I know and everything I am I owe to her. I owe my very life to Etta. When she found me I wasn't as old as your daughter and I was living on the street. I had just run away from my fourth foster home. Etta came to me. She called me by name. She said she had seen me in a vision and knew we would meet. Can you imagine what that must have been like for me? One minute I'm behind a bakery looking for stale donuts in the dumpster. The next I'm looking into the eyes of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and she is telling me she had seen me in a dream. Me! That's a pretty heavy trip to lay on a starving ten year old. She told me I was to come with her and she would make me her cup maiden." Io and Andronica returned with a cardboard box of the sort used to store file folders and sat down on the carpet next to Tam and Cherie. Tam continued. "Of course, I had no idea what that meant, 'cup maiden'." "What does it mean?" Cherie decided that it would be to her advantage to keep Tam talking. And besides, she was a little bit curious in spite of herself. "A cup maiden is special." Tam's eyes sparkled as she warmed to the topic. "You see, Etta knew what no prophet or holy man in history ever figured out or dared tell anyone. There lies a path open only to women whereby we might experience a vision of the Divine and become transfigured. We do not need to worship a god or submit to some doctrine created by men. We need only partake of the essence of the male from the womb of the cup maiden." Cherie forgot her pain and terror for the moment while her mind struggled to parse out the precise, practical meaning of that last statement. Tam forged on, taking no heed of her captive's consternation. "The tricky part is finding a cup maiden. We are the rarest of human creatures. Etta only had to lay eyes on a woman or girl to know with absolute certainty that, yes, here was a cup maiden. She said she could see a halo of dancing blue and white lights emanating from down here." Tam placed her hand on Cherie's lower belly just inches above her bush. This was a gift only Etta had. Until she came to the world no one had any idea, not even the cup maidens themselves. I certainly didn't. Etta used to see some dried up old woman near death who still possessed a faint glow about her frail hips and be moved to tears by the thought of what might have been." "But this was not my fate. Oh, at first I was, how shall I put this, reluctant. I had only been living in Etta's house for a month but I felt strength and joy flowing back into my body. I had already put on ten badly needed pounds and I felt secure for the first time in my kid life. I had finally found a mommy I could trust and love. Then one night Etta roused me from the bed we shared. She told me to remove my t- shirt and panties. I wanted only to please Aunt Etta, and besides, she was naked too; so I did. She led me here to the ascension chamber and had me lie down on this very mat. She told me she was about to give me something that would make me the happiest little girl in the world. I loved and trusted her so much I willingly spread-eagled myself so she could tie me up." "Then, as Etta looked on, a 200 lb grown man crawled out of the shadows and mounted me. He busted my little cherry wide open and fucked me hard just like Etta told him to while I screamed. Etta used to say she loved best the flavor of naked male lust and aggression spiced by the nectar of a new maiden's sacrificed innocence. It made for the sweetest honey, she said. And she always insisted a cup be thoroughly pounded before she would drink from her." "The man on top of me grunted and shuddered and then pulled out only to be replaced by another man and then another until my kid pussy overflowed with their juices commingled with my own. Etta nestled down on her knees and elbows in the wide space between my legs. She scooped both her hands beneath my bottom and lifted my tiny, battered cooch to her mouth." "What happened next was, in its way, more frightful than the brutal raping I had just received. Her eyes practically rolled back into her forehead and her teeth ground hard into my softest parts. Etta was a woman possessed and she growled like a she-lion while she sucked and sucked my pussy. Then I felt her tongue probing deep inside my pelvis and something dawned on me. She had just imbibed the essences of three strong men from my little cup and now she just wanted to savor me, Tammy. Through me Aunt Etta had ascended to yet a higher plane and, in her ecstasy, she sank her divine teeth into my flesh here," Tam opened her knees wide to reveal the livid scar of teeth marks on the inside of her right thigh just inches from her now sopping wet vulva, "and here," running her fingertips over a similar lividity above her left breast, "thus marking me for all time as her favorite." Andronica and Io looked sullen but said nothing. "I gotta level with you, C.J.," she went on, "After that night I was scared shitless of Aunt Etta and didn't much care for having to play cup maiden to her and her 'daughters.' You saw the portrait in my house. Not a happy kid, right? I was shut up in this house for two years being home schooled in the secrets of the Church of Etta and the finer points of being the perfect little fuck-slave. Then Aunt Etta made it up to me." "She walked into my room late one night, since we no longer shared a bed, and she was naked. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and followed her into the chamber. I had long since ceased to wear clothes around the house so there was no need for me to strip. I obediently laid down on the mat and spread my legs wide at the knees. "While I did this I could not help looking around the room so as to get an idea of how many men I was going to have to fuck before I could go back to bed. I saw only some huge black guy smoking in the corner and, I swear to God, he had the biggest unit I ever saw. It was like one of those cop flashlights, the kind that takes four D cells. Now I'm not thinking about sleep anymore. I'm thinking maybe this is the night tiny Tam's vessel gets shattered for keeps." "So I'm lying here starting to cry (so don't feel like you're the first, Cherie) when Etta comes over and lifts me to my feet saying, 'no baby, he is not for you.' Etta then takes my place on the mat and tells me to bind her arms and legs up tight. Now I'm confused but I did what she said." "Then while I'm sitting here on the floor next to her, the guy comes over and sinks that huge dick into her all the way up to his balls. All I can do is gawk as he proceeds to tear her up with that big thing. And all the while Etta's just gasping and moaning. It seemed to me she was in agony. This must have gone on for 20 minutes before the guy bucked hard into Etta's thighs about a half dozen times and collapsed on top of her. I had been a cup maiden long enough to know what had just happened. The man pulled out, waved goodbye and left." "Etta lay there panting and glistening with sweat, juices oozing from between her pussy lips. She fixed those eyes on me and said, 'quick child, drink from my cup.' This was unheard of. Nobody drank from Etta. Nobody fucked Etta. Now she was offering herself to me. Let me tell you I didn't have to be asked twice. I lay down on my belly and took a long lick from her asshole to her clit. The effect was like atomic pop rocks going off in my brain. I ground my nose and mouth into her sacred snatch and practically tried to crawl tongue- first into her womb. All the while Etta is just straining against the ropes binding her limbs and repeating over and over 'drink from me, child, drink from me'." "And so at the age of twelve I got my first glimpse of what I was truly meant to be. I wasn't going to grow up to be a mere woman, to just be somebody's wife and mother, and have some bullshit job in an office or factory. Not this chick. I had taken my first step on the path to becoming a goddess. This is what it means to be a cup maiden of Etta. In the Church of Etta, we love our men but they are just drones we milk for their essence. "It is we who are the heart and the soul. No one ascends to the higher reality except that they suck the pussy of a cup maiden. Nothing in an ordinary life could ever compare to the look of absolute devotion and gratitude I get from a woman I have just allowed to drink from my cup. I never cum so hard as when I drink from one of my sisters unless it is when one of my sisters drinks from me. This is what binds us all together." Cherie listened as attentively as she could but this was getting to be too much. She had had no idea. She began to weep softly again but these were not tears of dread or frustration. These were tears of remorse. She had to be the worst mother ever. Cindy had trusted her mommy implicitly and Cherie's self-centeredness had driven her into the hands of cunt-sucking Tam and Eddie the mouth raper with whom Cherie had blithely left her child for hours and days at a time. She had had no idea. Cherie knew she could never forgive herself, come what may. And while these thoughts churned in her tortured brain, the voice of Tam continued to buzz and rattle over her. "There are many of us in discrete sects scattered all around the country, the world even. The people you have met and will meet tonight are just a small welcoming committee of sorts, handpicked for the Rite of Ascension of the Incarnation of Etta. You really don't know how lucky you are. You see, we have a little problem. Without Aunt Etta, we have no way of bringing new cup maidens into the fold, so to speak. I drank from Etta yet I could walk past a potential brand- spanking new cup maiden on the street or playground and have no idea just as she herself would have no idea. Only Etta's eyes could 'see' them." "But before she left us, Etta confided to me that she would return incarnate in the body of another. That she would ascend and lead us again. And that I would know. When I learned who had rented the house next door and I saw those eyes, I knew!" V. Floor Show Here at last was an angle that might just set Cherie free. Tam had these people believing that Cherie somehow had the spirit of this Etta person living inside of her. All Cherie had to do was disabuse them of this notion, to convince them that someone (Tam) had made a terrible mistake and that this was all just a misunderstanding. "Is that what this is all about?" Cherie made her voice sound incredulous. "You think I'm Etta? You got the wrong woman. I can't see shit!" Her voice became more strident. "I am not Etta! This is crazy. Let me go!" Andronica told her to shush up. While Tam talked, Andronica and Io had been busy. They had removed various implements from the box and set up a work station of sorts by Cherie's side. Tam again focused her attention upon Cherie's body splayed out beneath her and commenced to rub Cherie's pubic fur between her fingers. "Maybe you have noticed we girls are as bare as the day we were born." Io and Andronica spread their thighs and lifted their arms in the air revealing sleek, hairless bodies. Tam put her thumbs and forefingers together to form the shape of a heart over her bare pubic mound; her forefingers coming together beneath the hood of her clit. "See? Not a feather on us." Cherie had in fact noticed the complete absence of pubic hair on the bodies of the cup maidens but had not given the matter much thought. She had had other things on her mind. Even now she still could not comprehend what any of this had to do with her. Cherie's bush was a feature of her intimate geography to which she had never given much thought. It was naturally quite small consisting as it did of a single swirl of reddish blond hair almost but not quite as light and fine as the hair on her scalp. It had never occurred to Cherie to shave or trim it. What would have been the point? Then she felt something hot, or at least very warm, along its fringes. Andronica was using a wooden tongue depressor to trowel a hot goo onto her bush which she then covered with a cloth strip three inches long and almost an inch wide. "You know the drill, sugar: wax on, wax off." Before Cherie could register the full import of her words, Andronica gripped the cloth strip with her thumb and forefinger and ripped it from the side of Cherie's mound. A hot spark of pain shot through her torso and she jerked against her restraints but she clenched her teeth and refused to cry out or make a sound. She was not going to give them the satisfaction. Io was delighted by this spectacle and eagerly came around to the other side to share in the fun. Together, Andronica and Io applied the wax strips to Cherie's body and then violently tore them away taking patches of her pubic fur with each one. Growing impatient, little Io would apply a cloth strip to the hot wax and, bringing her face down close to Cherie's pussy, blow gently to make the wax cool and harden faster. As the cup maidens' progress brought them closer to the sparse hairs lining her outer labia and the cleft above the clitoral hood, the pain grew more intense until Cherie screamed through gritted teeth. The women were visibly aroused by her suffering and they devised ways to draw it out as the very last follicles were ripped free. Satisfaction was something Cherie was giving them plenty of. While the cup maidens were gleefully playing with their new toy, first Eddie and then three other naked men entered the chamber and sat cross-legged on the carpet to watch the proceedings, their cocks stiffening. This was what being in a creepy sex cult was all about. They were proud of their girls. Cherie at first did not notice that she and the cup maidens had an audience of males. She was a little preoccupied. Tam squeezed some lotion into her hand and began rubbing it liberally onto Cherie's denuded pubic area. As she did this, she let her long fingernails slide between the folds of Cherie's inner labia. The sensation made Cherie shudder with dread. All this time she was just being prepped for the moment of her ultimate violation and that moment was surely at hand. What else could they now possibly do to her? Tam took hold of Cherie's chin so that she could look directly into her eyes. "We gave you a Hollywood wax job for free. We just saved you a hundred bucks. What do you say?" "Thank you," was Cherie's meek response. "Thank you for what?" Tam demanded. "Thank you for waxing me." "Now Cherie, some gentlemen have come to call on you. Won't you say hello to them?" "Hello." Cherie's voice was tiny and her face and throat were flushed deep red. The eyes of the men, and the women too, were like tongues lapping up her nakedness and she did not even have her swirl of pubic hair to shield her innermost private parts from their gaze. Never had she dreamed she could feel so utterly helpless and exposed. Why would not someone intervene and help her? Where was the humanity, or was that quality not to be found in the Temple of Etta? She began again to plead to be released but something in their eyes made her come up short. Further begging would not help her cause at all. Nothing, she knew, would delight Etta's Children more than to hear her pleas for mercy while these male beasts took turns fucking her. Cherie fought against her restraints but the effort only leached away her strength and will to resist. Resignation and a dull physical ache were settling deeply into her muscles and bones and she felt herself begin to drift. Then Tam's voice brought Cherie back into the moment. Tam stood up and addressed Eddie and the three other men who sat in an arc just outside the spotlight. "Not everyone is here yet but let's go ahead and get started. I would like to welcome you fine men to this very important ceremony. Each one of you was picked especially for this occasion by Andronica, Io and myself because we love you very, very much." The men all blushed and grinned slyly at each other. Tam wanted them to feel privileged and they did. Few pleasures in this life could compare to intercourse with a cup maiden. And now for the Rite of Ascension (except for Eddie, none of the men really knew what this meant, but no matter), this lovely little blond morsel was pinned to the floor in front of them. She was still crying and struggling which is to say she was still fresh. Everyone, or almost everyone, was in for a fine evening indeed. Tam continued. "Now allow me to formally introduce our very special guest, Miss Cherie Johansson. First, for your pleasure, we four ladies are going to put on a little floor show. After that, you will all have a chance to get better acquainted with Miss Johansson. Then the Rite of Ascension can begin!" As Tam spoke, Andronica positioned her lithe dark body between Cherie's legs and in one fluid motion lay down on top of her. Her body felt hot to Cherie who had never permitted another person to press so closely against her flesh except for the night Cindy was conceived. Cherie was no Lesbian, certainly not, and she had never liked black people particularly. Now she found herself in some twisted "floor show" as the plaything of Andronica, a young woman in whose strange brown eyes Cherie saw only cruelty and disdain. Still, having another female writhing on top of her was far preferable to what the men would surely do to her and Cherie allowed herself to relax and recoup a little. Andronica felt some of the tension go out of Cherie's body and would have none of it so she upped the ante. Cherie's eyes opened wide with alarm when she felt Andronica's long, pink tongue enter her ear and lap wetly into the back of her aural canal. She as much felt as heard a low purr emanate from deep inside Andronica's throat as she proceeded to slide her tongue slowly across Cherie's cheeks, eyelids, nose and lips. Propping her weight upon one elbow, Andronica brought her free hand down across Cherie's forehead and pinched her nose between thumb and forefinger. When the need to breathe compelled her to open up a little, Andronica pounced and thrust her tongue deeply into Cherie's mouth. Cherie realized she had little choice but to allow herself to be kissed in this manner and was even beginning to kiss Andronica back. What else could she do? But it was not Andronica's intention to make out with Cherie like horny teenagers in a church parking lot. No, she had something she wanted to tell her. Panting softly, Andronica placed her lips against Cherie's ear and in a low, husky voice said, "I got a surprise for you, sugar. I'm a squirter. Do you know what that means?" Cherie did not know but said nothing. "Your mouth still tastes like Eddie but your pussy's gonna taste like me." The black girl lifted herself off Cherie and, spreading her knees wide, lay on her back in the opposite direction so that her vagina and Cherie's eyed each other from a distance of just twelve inches. Io removed a small length of tubing from the box and handed it to Tam. The tube was of a clear polymer material some sixteen inches long and ¾ inch in diameter. Tam took one end of the tubing and jammed a full four inches of it into Cherie's vagina. The sudden intrusion caused her to squeal with discomfort which amused the onlookers greatly. Andronica used one hand to hold the other end at just the right spot by her own vaginal entrance as Tam commenced to rubbing Andronica's swollen clit in a slow circular motion. Rarely had Andronica been so aroused. She was going to bust a nut inside this stuck up white bitch. Cherie, for her part, could not grasp the point of this latest outrage against her person unless it was to deepen her already considerable humiliation. All she could do was loll her head from side to side and plead to no one in particular, "Why won't someone help me?" Within minutes Andronica was closing in on a splintering orgasm. While Tam expertly ramped up her ministrations, the black maiden gyrated her narrow hips in counterpoint to maximize the friction to her clitoris. Knowing precisely how to stimulate each other was one of the joys of cup maidenhood and Tam loved taking her sisters to the heights of sexual pleasure as much as they loved doing the same for her. Andronica was at the summit now. Her jaw went slack as every muscle in her legs and abdomen tightened to a steely coil. In a strange, thick voice she called out to Etta. She called out to Tam and to Io who was watching intently at Tam's side, "Watch me soak this bitch!" With Io's help, Andronica pressed her end of the tube tightly against the entrance of her vaginal canal even as a series of guttural rasps, more animal than human, welled up from the bottom of her throat and convulsed her entire body. Her coil was sprung at last and released thereby a hot blast of pure female ejaculate with a force no man or boy could ever hope to equal. Despite the presence of the opening of the tube at the point of eruption, the sudden spurts of clear liquid could not be constrained to flow docilely into such a narrow aperture and droplets of Andronica's juices spattered Tam and Io. Cherie too felt the hot rain down the front of her body from her chin to the insides of her thighs. This first gush was followed by another and another until the volume and pressure abated to a thin stream that trickled down Andronica's crotch and puddled the mat between her and Cherie. If truth be told, the idea of using a length of hose so that one woman could cum almost directly into another had not worked as well as the cup maidens had hoped. Very little of the essential liquid found its way from Andronica's end of the tube to Cherie's. No matter. Andronica pulled herself up and, still roiling from the aftershocks of her climax, inserted her end of the tube into her mouth and blew its entire contents deep into Cherie's cunt. Cherie had the sickening sensation of being inflated "down there" followed by a feeling she found even more strange and revolting. Her soft inner membranes had just been lubricated by the vaginal secretions of another woman. This could not be happening. She began to sob softly anew. "Cherie, what do you have to say to my girl Andronica?" queried Tam. "Thank you for...that." She honestly did not know what else to say. Io, who could never sit still for very long, had been watching these proceedings with mounting anticipation. Andronica lifted her backside off the mat by her hands and feet and backed crab-wise to the margins of the spotlight. It was now at last Io's turn to take center stage with Cherie. She stood over her with a foot on either side of Cherie's shoulders and peered down into her face with a smile that could best be described as predatory. Io wanted to afford Cherie an opportunity to take a good look at her fine, fat pussy. But she also wanted proud Cherie to know that she, little Io, was about to take her down to a whole new level of subjugation. "Guess what," said Io. "I can squirt too." With that, Io hopped into the air and kicked out her legs. Like a gymnast on a balance beam, Io came down with her legs split wide. Before Cherie could even flinch, Io landed cunt-first squarely onto Cherie's face with a wet, meaty slap and commenced to grinding her pelvis up and down upon Cherie's nose and lips. Cherie tried to cry out her surprise and disgust at what the tiniest cup maiden was doing to her but the sound was muffled. Io did not so much hear as feel Cherie's screams and the heat and vibration of them against her swollen pussy sent her into a face fucking frenzy. She snaked her fingers into Cherie's soft blond hair and held her head firmly in place as she pumped and slathered her juices liberally about Cherie's nose, lips and chin. Io's clit, of which she was especially proud, was now a ripe protuberance fully the length and width of her little finger and Io concentrated on placing it hard upon the center of Cherie's mouth so that her every breath sent little Io closer to a mind blowing and very wet orgasm. Cherie felt she was being suffocated by Io's tangy feminine bouquet filling her throat and nostrils. But Io was not ready to cum just yet. She wanted to toy with her prey first. With her head bent low to watch, the cup maiden lifted her crotch off of Cherie's face. Cherie seized this chance to inhale a deep draught of fresh air. When she did, Io sprung the trap and adroitly inserted her clit to where it would be sucked full into Cherie's mouth. Cherie tried to dislodge the invading organ with her tongue but Io's clit was insistent and it was slippery. The feeling for Io was everything she hoped it would be. "That's it," she cooed with malevolent pleasure. "Fuck me with your tongue, you tight little cunt! Eddie got to feel your tongue. Andronica got to feel your tongue. Now your face belongs to me. I'm going to spew my honey down your throat!" Enough was enough. Eddie's foul semen still roiled in her stomach. She was on display, tied up and butt naked. Her pubic hair had been ripped from her body and some black chick's pussy juice was leaking down her taint. And now this demonic little maiden's genitals were being stuffed into her mouth while people watched and laughed. Laughed! Cherie wondered what she had ever done to deserve any of this. Deep inside of her, fear soured into self-pity which festered into blind, uncaring rage. The heat of it rushed up her spine and spiked white hot into the top of her skull. Enough was enough. The time had come at last for this bitch to show her teeth. Io must have sensed something had changed. Her pliant human toy had suddenly gone rigid causing Io to remove herself from Cherie's mouth, none too soon. At precisely that moment Cherie's jaw snapped shut. Her teeth grazed the tip of Io's clit as they clicked together. She lunged again but bit nothing but air. Io was already on her feet hopping around the room. Her eyes blazed with triumph, as if she had just won some sort of bet. "Did you see that? Did you see that?" little Io's energy was manic, frightful. "Bitch tried to bite me! Everybody saw it, right? We told her the rules, didn't we Eddie? We had a deal. Now get that little skank in here. I mean right now!" Eddie stood up and pointed to Cherie. "Tam, Andronica, untie her and get her on her feet. Io honey, we are going to need for you to calm down a little, okay?" but she ignored him as she continued her mad dance around the circle of light. With a nod from Tam, Eddie exited through the archway at the far end of the chamber. Cherie was loosed from her bonds, except for the manacles on her wrists, and stood uncertainly on her feet as one of the men gripped each elbow. She did not know what was about to happen and did not care much. Nothing the Children of Etta might do could possibly be any worse than what she had already endured. At least now she was beginning to regain circulation in her lower legs and feet. But whatever feeling of victory or relief Cherie was experiencing at that moment vanished. Standing in the far archway was Eddie with a child in his arms. As he stepped forward she saw with horror and remorse that the child he carried was her own little beauty queen. VI. Discipline Cherie was crestfallen. Eddie had not been bluffing. They had had her all along. Eddie placed little Cindy upon the very mat her mother had lain not two minutes earlier. It was still warm. Cindy was naked except for white footies, the kind with the pink puffballs on the ankles, and white cotton panties Cherie had picked out for her. Cindy looked wide-eyed about the ascension chamber, more curious than fearful, and she meekly submitted to having her legs spread and bound by the cup maidens but kept her arms folded defensively in front of her nascent breasts. Tam squat down and said something low and soft to the girl and she yielded up her wrists to be held fast just as her mother's had been. Cherie called out and tried to run to the girl but she too was held fast. Cindy gave her a puzzled look. "Mom, where are we and who are all these people?" Cherie struggled for some semblance of composure. She had to be strong for her little girl. "Don't worry about a thing, baby. Uncle Eddie and Aunt Tam and their friends just want to talk to me. No one is going to hurt you. Mommy won't let them." Eddie cocked an eyebrow. "Really." He nodded to the man called Brian. Brian, who appeared to be in his early twenties, was younger than the other men. At 5'8" he was compact with a thick waist and broad shoulders. He had dirty blond hair and a clean, wholesome face except that his teeth were as wide and white as bathroom tiles. The effect of this was that even Brian's friendliest smile appeared unsettling and sinister to the beholder. In fairness to the young man, it was something that could not be helped. Neither could he help the unsettling effect his fully erect penis could have upon small women, or spread-eagled little girls for that matter. At a mere eight inches he was not quite as long as Eddie but he surpassed him in width by at least a half of an inch at the base with a bulbous flared head that would make him feel even wider to a recipient and harder to expel. Brian stepped into the space between Cindy's outstretched thighs and settled to his knees. He allowed himself to loom over the helpless girl so she could see up close the massive thing he was about to drive into her body. Cindy still did not understand. The panties Cindy was wearing had a tiny red, white and green rosebud stitched into the center of the thin elastic waistband. The man leaned down and, resting his broad forehead upon Cindy's stomach, gripped the rosebud in his teeth and tore it free. The violence of this assault upon the girl's panties caused the elastic to snap. Brian tore at the thin cotton fabric below the broken waistband like a kid on Christmas morning. Before Cindy could offer any protest, what remained of her panties was torn from her hips. The harsh spotlight seemed to focus on the region just beneath her bare, tiny mound and all the congregants leaned in for a better view. The child's pussy winked out at them as opalescent and delectably vulnerable as a mussel on the end of a fork. Still the child said nothing even as the man designated to be her first rapist gave her a wide, hungry grin and stroked his cock. She merely peered up at him quizzically. Cherie's heart was breaking. Because of her actions her daughter was but seconds away from being mortally violated. She had to do something, but what? It was this moment that Eddie chose to offer his counsel. "Personally, I would take no great pleasure in raping a child but I'm afraid some of the others here don't have my scruples." "Please don't let them hurt her, Eddie! You love Cindy. You can stop this." Cherie struggled to control herself. She was almost hysterical. "Please just let us go, Eddie." "We will let one of you go," answered Tam from the floor where she still held the girl's wrists. Tam was a little peeved. She was the High Cup Maiden and she would be damned if she was going to be excluded from the conversation. "We love little Cindy more than you ever did and want to keep her here with us. All you have to do is say the word and you can waltz your tight ass right out of here. We promise to take good care of her. Hell, before you leave we'll even let you pick out which dick gets to fuck her first, you know, for openers." Eddie took over. "If you choose for us to set Cindy loose, you will have to stay and accept discipline from us. Then the ascension ceremony will commence. But you're a strong woman. I think you'll survive." "Then will you let me go?" "You don't get it, do you?" interjected Tam. "Once you say the word and your daughter goes free, your ass belongs to Etta, to us. We'll never let you go. Now choose." Except for Io smacking her gum, the chamber was silent. What Cherie wanted was to start blasting away with a 9mm in each hand, or to scoop up her daughter and together disappear and re-materialize some place else, or just to wake up from this very bad dream. But these options were not on the table. In the long silence Brian took the massive head of his penis and pressed it hard against the inner lips of Cindy's vulva. Cindy broke the silence. "I'm scared, mommy! Please don't let them hurt me, mommy!" she pleaded in a high small voice. Cherie could delay no further. She knew what she had to do. "Let her go. You can have me." "Well, well. You're a good mother after all," sneered Eddie. "Who knew? Alright everybody, you heard the lady. Cut the kid loose." Young Brian was crushed. Just like that, the tightest pussy of his life had been snatched away from him. And he had come so close too. The bonds were duly removed from Cindy's legs and she stood and turned to leave. "Remember that momma loves you," Cherie called out. "Now get away from here. Run!" But she did not run. With more dignity than one might expect from an unclothed eleven year old girl who had just narrowly escaped a most harrowing sexual assault, Cindy walked out of that chamber of horrors with her head high and eyes straight ahead and disappeared behind the beaded curtain of the far entrance. All eyes then turned to Cherie. "Okay boys," commanded Tam. "Let's put her on the hook." Cherie was lifted by her wrists until she was hanging by her handcuffs from the hook screwed into the ceiling beam. Her feet lacked at least four inches from touching the floor and the pain in her wrists and shoulders from being suspended in this manner very quickly became unbearable. Almost by reflex, Cherie kicked out her legs until her feet found the blocks set beneath the hook. She counted it a blessing to have something on which to stand. However, from Cherie's perspective, there were three things wrong with these blocks. First, they lacked a couple of inches of being tall enough. Thus, Cherie was forced to stand on the balls of her feet. Second, the blocks were situated not directly beneath the hook but several inches back so that, in order to stay on this perch, Cherie had to make her spine curve. This, she knew, put her bare, heart-shaped bottom prominently on display to anyone who walked behind her. Finally, the blocks were set a full two feet apart. Chained to the hook, Cherie looked down to see Etta's Children gathered on the floor in front of her in a semi-circle not three feet away. During those horrible moments when she was forced to choose this fate, Cherie had not noticed four more men—two white, two black, all naked—had entered the chamber. She noticed now and she felt their eyes and the eyes of all the others on her body. She considered how she must look to them. Just as the placement of the accursed blocks forced her to spread her legs and stick out her butt, so too did they cause her to bend slightly forward at the waist and thrust her breasts practically into the upturned faces of her tormentors. The insides of her thighs were wet and glistening with horrible Andronica's cum and she still could not draw a breath without tasting Io's pussy on her face. The picture she now presented was in many ways even more revealing and humiliating than when she was splayed out on the floor and the thought made her blush scarlet down the front of her body. She was grateful she did not have to look at her reflection in a mirror. Cherie drew some small measure of strength and solace too from the knowledge that while she held everyone's rapt attention, her daughter was effecting her escape and would no doubt lead the authorities back to this very room. Io stood over Tam with her hands on her narrow, boyish hips. "Can I get started, or what?" she asked with more than a little impatience. "Yes, Io. Her ass is yours. Enjoy." Whatever feelings of hope and relief Cherie may have been nurturing in her breast were quickly forgotten to be replaced by a heart-chilling fear. She was about to receive discipline from Io. One might expect Cherie to be inwardly grateful for this. After all, Io was by far the most diminutive of the assembled Children of Etta. This is a fact from which Cherie took no comfort. She had already been made intimately acquainted with the wiry strength contained within that 4'10", 90 lb frame. But it was something more than just Io's physical strength that frightened her so. All of these people were disgusting pervert rapists who deserved to fry for what they had done to her, and God knows who all else. But none of them was in the same league as the girl they called Little Io. She was the one true psychopath of the group. And not 15 minutes ago Cherie had tried to give her a clitorectomy. Io produced a metallic object from the box and displayed it to Cherie like merchandise on the home shopping channel. The thing she held before her consisted of two tiny electrical clamps affixed to opposite ends of a thick silver chain with links the size of dimes. "These are tittie clamps. Guess where they go." Panic seized Cherie; her breasts shuddered. "Io, I'm sorry," she stammered. "Please don't...ooww! God!! Ooww!!" Io had come up from underneath and attached a clamp to the reluctant tip of one of Cherie's nipples and then the other. The clamps had strong jaws and needle sharp steel teeth that bit deep into the tender, sensitive flesh. Pain shot through her breasts and up and down the whole front of her body. What is more, the pain did not fade but instead grew more persistent. While she moaned and cried, the woman hanging from the hook tried to shake her torso in an effort to dislodge the merciless little teeth but, with the weight of the connecting chain swinging between them, her exertion only magnified her discomfort. The cruelest cup maiden then tugged on the chain to get her attention. "You need to save your voice. I want you to meet a friend," she said as she held in front of Cherie's face a stock of wood and leather about a foot long from one end of which sprouted four thongs some three feet in length. The thongs were of soft leather cut in one inch wide strips. It was apparent that here was an instrument of instruction designed less to bite than to sting. "This is the conductor, Lawrence Welt. He is going to make you sing, bitch!" hissed Io as she rubbed the butt of the stock up and down the center line of Cherie's body beneath her navel. The sight of the flail in Io's hand and the black fire in her eyes made Cherie forget for the moment the gnawing pain in her breasts and she threw her head from side to side. "No! God help me. No!" "Sssh!" Little Io placed one forefinger against Cherie's lips and, leaning in as close to her ear as she could, whispered, "Don't you worry about a thing. You're a lucky little fuck doll. I'm going to give it to you just the way I like to get it." Cherie was not mollified. Io padded slowly around to Cherie's rear. Cherie tried franticly to keep an eye on her but, alas, she could only turn her head so far. Io was now squarely behind her and out of sight. What happened next dismayed and confused Cherie into silence. She heard Io make a soft blowing sound and she felt a tendril of air slide across her exposed and protruding buttocks, then in between over her wet anus, perineum and vulva. The next thing she felt was the brush of Io's lips as they planted a kiss on the base of her spine and whispered the incongruous words, "I love you." Then, as quickly as Io could turn and take two steps back, she brought the leather flails down with terrific force upon the precise spot where her lips had been. Cherie let out a yowl and leapt from her perch. She swung from the hook as her feet churned ineffectually in air. The Children were beside themselves. The sight of the woman swinging and screaming while Io used her bare ass for target practice was just too damn funny and they were literally rolling in the floor with laughter. By the time Cherie's feet had regained the blocks, Io had landed at least a half dozen blows to each buttock. With Cherie back on her perch, she and Io settled into a rhythm. Io took aim and brought the whip down upon Cherie's body once every three seconds with metronomic precision. And with every loud clap of leather upon flesh, Cherie cried out in anguish. Her back felt like a bubbling mass from her arm pits and shoulder blades to the base of her calves. Tufts of blond hair became entangled in the thongs and fell to the floor. The red welts had risen on the front of her body too as the flails curled around Cherie's rib cage or waist to sting the sides of her breasts and belly. Sometimes, just to keep her prey "on her toes", Io would employ an underhand stroke like a softball pitch to bring the leather thongs up across Cherie's labia and clit before snapping against her enflamed mound. Then Io would jerk the whip back across that same narrow crevasse. This stroke, which Cherie thought to be especially cruel, always dislodged her from the blocks as she tried to pull in one leg in a vain and, to the onlookers, amusing attempt to shield her most private and tender parts from further outrage. Somewhere in Cherie's mind she knew she must surely either die on this hook or go insane. The insistent gnaw of the nipple clamps and never ending strokes of the lash made Cherie feel like she was dipped in a boiling pot of pain. Io had been right about one thing. Cherie could be made to sing. But her song of agony had trailed off to a thin, high shriek as her remaining strength ebbed away. Then, in spite of everything, Cherie noted something odd. Through her fog of suffering she could have swore she heard an echo of her cries each time the whip came down. No. There was no echo in the room that could account for what she heard. As her own yelps became weaker, someone else's grew louder and deeper. They were coming from behind, from Io. The tidy three second interval was abandoned as the blows fell faster and faster upon Cherie's reddened buttocks and thighs. She could cry no more but instead let her body go limp and waited for life or consciousness to depart from her. But as abruptly as the blows had started, they stopped. While Cherie hung there waiting for them to resume, she heard a thick bestial huh, huh, huhh sound coming from somewhere below and behind her. She was able to turn her head enough to see that the flail had fallen to the carpet and so had Io. She was on all fours except that one hand was buried in her crotch. "Fuck me! Why won't somebody fuck me?" Io's face had gone as red as her short, dyed hair and was streaked with sweat. "Tam, make one of them fuck me. I'm in heat bad." Tam turned to Eddie who nodded to one of the three men who had entered the room with him. Martin was his name and he appeared to be in his mid-forties but he looked like he spent a lot of time in a gym or health club for his body was lean, hard and tanned. He still had a thick head of jet black hair except for small silver wings combed back above his ears and his face bespoke intelligence, if not kindness. He was as naked as everyone else except for the Rolex watch on his wrist and his fully erect penis, which was of more or less average proportions, was uncut. Martin crawled over to little Io who rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide for him. Her face, which moments before had been a contorted mask of carnality, now had by some strange alchemy recast itself into a visage of innocence and child-like gratitude. As the older man leaned in to mount her, Io took his cock and guided it into the tumescent folds of her vagina. Then she enfolded her legs around his hips and gasped, "Oh, daddy. I've been so bad. Fuck me, daddy! Fuck your little girl." Cherie was glad the beating had stopped. Maybe now the others would take her down off this hook and remove the clamps biting into her nipples. Surely the worst of her ordeal was over. She slumped her head forward and a surfeit of unruly soft hair obscured her face. Without having to be prompted, she said in a hoarse whisper, "Thank you for correcting me. I'm sorry I tried to bite you, Io. I won't do it again." But Io was otherwise occupied and paid her no mind. Eddie whispered something into the ear of the man called Brian who gave him a big, toothy grin and stood up. This was the man who had almost violated Cindy and Cherie felt a new dread for what his participation might now entail for her. Brian casually stepped over Martin and Io lasciviously rutting on the carpet and made his way behind Cherie to the box from where he produced a spray bottled filled with a light greenish-gold liquid. He began spraying a cool, soothing mist upon Cherie's welted and throbbing backside. Her nose recognized the scent. It was olive oil. She wondered distractedly if this was meant as some sort of anointing. He then thrust the spray nozzle hard against her anus and pumped twice. "Whoa!" Cherie's head shot up and she reflexively sprang forward off the blocks. But as she swung back, Brian caught her by the hips and held her fast. Cherie could feel his engorged member nestled between the sorely mistreated twin lobes of her ass and she was powerless to dislodge it. Brian bent slightly at the knees until the head of his cock, as broad and firm as an apple, pressed menacingly against her tiny anal rim. It was impossible, Cherie knew, for something that large to penetrate so small an orifice. But Cherie's notions of what was possible were about to be rudely redefined. She groped in her mind for some stratagem that might save her. She had to connect with her rapist on a human level, make him see her as a person and bargain with him. It had to work. It was a matter of life and death. "Please don't take me from behind, Brian." Cherie struggled to modulate her voice to strike just the right note of sweet feminine reason. "It will hurt both of us. I liked that you sprayed oil on me. That felt good, Brian. I want you to know I think you're really a nice guy. If you put me on the floor you can make love to my mouth. Would you like that, Brian? I would. I would like that a lot." "Slut," jeered the young man as he thrust his pelvis violently upward, all of his penetrative power concentrated upon her tiny anal cherry. It was no contest. Cherie felt the horrible rending and tearing of her delicate sphincter muscle. The massive head bore up with authority into her anal canal. The pain of it was the worst she had ever experienced. Not even the pangs of childbirth could compare. Cherie could feel herself being sundered and split to pieces as she was impaled by her own weight upon the head and shaft of her rapist's cock. Cherie's head was thrown back and her mouth open. There issued from the bottom of her throat a raw shriek of agony and abasement. Still, inch by terrible inch, Brian's prick disappeared into Cherie and she could feel every bulging vein and ripple of the thing as it penetrated high into her rectum. Her anal muscles involuntarily contracted causing her tender inner lining to invaginate the intruder. "Ohh, Jesus! Pull out! Pull out! You're killing me, you son of a bitch!" "That's it, cunt! Keep it up. I love it when you holler. It feels good on my dick!" Brian began to pump and thrust his cock higher into the recesses of Cherie's bowels. Each thrust was so forceful it made her hair flounce and the wind was punched from her lungs. Hah. Hah. Hah. With one hand he clutched her breast while the other bore into her delta. His middle finger crushed her nether lips and clit against her pubic bone. The young man placed his lips against Cherie's ear and hissed, "You love this, don't you, you little whore! Only whores take it in the ass. You can't wait to feel me cum, can you? Whore." A curious thing happened. A fragment of Cherie's consciousness wandered outside of herself to consider these words. Could they be true? Was she a whore? Cherie had been frigid all of her adult life. She never gave much thought as to why this should be. It was just who she was. Now she found herself stripped naked and hanging from a hook while she got fucked up the ass by a stranger for the amusement of other strangers. And there was not a goddamn thing she could do about it. A whore at least had some control. She had the freedom to choose to participate in her degradation. No, Cherie was not a whore. Her station was even lower. She was meat. Meat being devoured by wolves. Cherie's moment of clarity dissolved in the thickening of her anguish. She could feel her rapist's penis begin to swell inside of her as his strokes came faster and deeper. The sensation of being stuffed to the point of bursting was sickening. With a remorseless tightening of his grip upon her tit and pussy, Brian commenced to grunting into Cherie's ear as his cock spasmed and spewed deep in her gut. With his penis still cradled high up in her colon, Cherry heard Brian's voice behind her ask, "Is there something you want to say to me, slut?" Cherie's head slumped to one side. The wind was knocked out of her and she could hardly speak at all. "Thank you," she gasped, "for almost killing me." "Wrong answer, wiseass!" countered Brian as his fist found the silver chain between Cherie's breasts and twisted it cruelly. "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry. Thank you for...for...sodomizing me." "That's more like it, Cherie." Brian seemed appeased and he unhanded the chain. Cherie was again left hanging as he uncoupled himself from her backside. Everyone gave him a standing ovation. Everyone, that is, except Martin and Io. They lay on the carpet panting and sweaty. Io had insisted they change position so that she was on top. She wanted to watch Brian skewer Cherie's ass while she feverishly milked the semen from her drone. They climaxed together just as Brian came inside Cherie. Tam turned to face the congregants. "The time has come to prepare for the Ascension," she informed everyone. "Eddie, get her down." VII. Ascension Eddie lifted Cherie by her wrists until her cuffs were free of the hook. He tried to set her down on her feet but she was too weak to stand so he poured her onto the mat. Tam and Andronica removed the clamps Io had placed upon the tips of Cherie's nipples and they massaged them gingerly to restore circulation. Then they slipped the loops back onto Cherie's legs at the knees but not at the ankles. And this time they made a point of being a little gentler as they went about it. Cherie wanted to protest but could offer no meaningful resistance. First Io and then Brian had done their work well. There was no fight left in her. Andronica excused herself so she could go over to Io and drink from her. Tam secured Cherie's manacles to the hook in the floor. "This will all be over soon," she assured her. "You're doing great." Cherie found herself back on the mat in the same obscene position as before. Her mind refused to ponder what horrors may yet lay in store for her. Her attention was focused instead on what was happening on the floor not ten feet away. Andronica was upright on her knees. The backs of little Io's thighs rested upon the black girl's shoulders. In this elevated position only Io's shoulders touched the carpet. Io's fingers caressed Andronica's scalp through her tight curls while Andronica placed one hand on the small of Io's back and the other on her belly, sandwich fashion. Her head rotated from side to side as she lapped and sucked from Io's young moist cup with audible relish. Cherie could not help but be oddly moved by the tender intimacy of the scene unfolding in the margins of one cup maiden drinking from another. But what most seized and held Cherie's heart, even through the storm of her own dread and suffering, was the look of bliss that had suffused Io's face. Pealed away was the mask of some terrifying undiagnosed psychosis. Gone also was the coquettish little girl façade she put on for the drone Martin. Io's face had been transfigured. She had put on perfect peace. Cherie's reverie was cut short by the person of Jeff. Jeff was the other of the three men who had entered the chamber with Eddie. He was a tall, reedy man in his early thirties with long, stringy brown hair and a thin beard to match. As he knelt before Cherie, the feature that most filled her with new apprehension was his cock. It was a full 14" long and was as straight and narrow as the handle on a bathroom plunger. Surely he did not expect to put something like that inside of her. He did. With one hand he rubbed the head of his cock against Cherie's clit just so she would know what he was about to do to her. Then he guided it down between the delicate innermost petals of her pussy until he was knocking upon the very Gates of Venus. Cherie flinched and gnashed her teeth as the tall man pressed forward with his hips and pried her open. But Cherie would not yield up her treasure so easily. Her vaginal muscles were fresh and strong and they contracted to bar the way. Jeff shoved hard and grunted with the effort but he only succeeded in getting most of the head inside her. It was a contest Cherie was in no position to win. One push followed another and with each push a little bit more of his cock lodged itself in the natural moistness of her vaginal well. Cherie's "girl", as she was sometimes wont to refer to her sex organ, was none too eager to juice up for Jeff's dick. Andronica's input made this irrelevant, however. The intruder withdrew until just the tip remained inside her. When it did so, it brought some of the precious female essence with it and slathered it liberally about the vaginal entrance. Thus lubricated, Jeff leaned in for another firm, steady, inexorable push. Cherie's poor "girl" did not realize the game was up and that she had been overcome. The muscles tightened and gripped the invader in a vain effort to halt its inward progress and prevent the plunder of her womb. The effect of all this exertion was to drain away whatever strength Cherie had left while pleasuring her rapist. "She's fighting my dick," Jeff reported to the other men. "It feels so good." The men, and women too, grinned and nodded with approval, their eyes and teeth glinting in the shadows. "Oh God no! NOOOooo! Aayeeeiii!" Cherie arched her spine and strained against her bonds. She could feel every inch of Jeff's long penis as it probed ever deeper into the upper reaches of her pussy. Her vaginal canal tried to elongate itself in order to accommodate the intruder but it was no use. She was just too petite. Much to Jeff's obvious gratification, his cock found Cherie's cervix, penetrated it and thrust high into the back of her uterus. He was buried in Cherie up to the hilt now and pounding with mounting fervor. Cherie was in unspeakable agony as the cock head battered against her diaphragm and sent cramps like shock waves through out her abdomen. In her mind's eye she saw herself as the captive and pregnant plaything of the Children of Etta and wailed her despair even as her long, lanky rapist pumped his seed directly into her womb. "Say it," he commanded. "Thank you for cumming in me." The man called Jeff pulled out of her. Eddie took one of the pieces of lumber, a 10"x 8"x 2" board, and shoved it beneath Cherie's backside. The board was unfinished and rough on her sore bottom. The men gathered around Cherie in a tight circle and were all standing on their knees nervously stroking their erections while each awaited his turn to rape her. Pinned to the floor, all Cherie could see in any direction was cocks and balls, hairy abs and thighs. The smell of testosterone and proglastin closed in on her. The sound of their breathing was drowned out only by her pointless sobs and the frantic beating of her heart. For all of Cherie's adult life, preserving the sexual sanctity of her body had been an overriding priority. This was no longer an issue. Obviously. The name of the game now was simple survival. All Cherie could think about was that she did not want to be fucked to death on this mat in this room. When would help arrive? Where were the police? Where was her daughter? She had to find some fragment of hope to cling to. When Cherie cast her eyes down the center of her body to the man who loomed up in the wide space between her outstretched thighs, hope eluded her grasp. She was about to make the acquaintance of the man they called L.T. L.T. was one of the black men who showed up late to Cherie's little coming out party. He had a broad, middle-aged face and bald head set on a thick neck and shoulders. He was a full foot taller than Cherie and weighed at least twice as much as she did. His cock was every bit as thick as Brian's and a full three inches longer. Addressing the other men, L.T. said, "I hate it for the rest of you boys but I'm about to tear this little pussy up." "Please don't hurt me," Cherie whimpered. The big man gazed down upon the helpless young woman and smiled. His dark eyes seemed to drink in her nakedness. "Hurt you? Little lady, I'm about to give you something you'll remember for the rest of your life. I fucked Etta good back in the day. Now I'm gonna fuck you." With that he inserted the aubergine head of his cock into the mouth and neck of Cherie's vagina and pressed his powerful loins into her. Cherie was too hoarse to scream but she screamed anyway. She figured darkness and pain were about to wash over her one last time and then this would all be over. These animals could go right on fucking her until her body hit room temperature. It would make no difference to her anymore. Her spirit would be somewhere else and she did not care where. But Cherie did not die, or even pass out. L.T. wanted her to know she was being fucked. He did not want to kill her. The big man lay down on his forearms with Cherie pinioned beneath him so that the only parts of her visible from above were her bound wrists, calves and feet. With a slow, rhythmic pumping motion, L.T. discretely introduced his formidable manhood to the satiny back wall of Cherie's bruised and battered vagina. All the while he spoke soothingly to her telling her he was not really going to hurt her and everything would be okay. He told her it was okay for her to love him and that he would take her to some safe place far away where she would be his cherished woman. No one could have been more surprised by Cherie's response to these sweet nothings than Cherie herself. Since the moment she woke up to this nightmare, she had received from the people who called themselves Etta's Children nothing but hatred, sadistic cruelty and unspeakable perversion. She desperately wanted someone, anyone to just be nice to her. Any act of simple human kindness, no matter how small or perfunctory, would be taken wholly to heart. Cherie responded to L.T.'s words by willing herself to open up and receive him, all of him. The muscles around her vagina and uterus relaxed and the vagina itself elongated and lubricated bountifully. Yes, she was going to be this nice man's woman and he would free her from her bonds and carry her away from this awful place. As he ever so gently worked more and more of his great cock up the neck of Cherie's pussy, her cervix yielded for him. L.T. knew exactly what he was doing. He told Cherie he loved her; that he would be her deliverer and salvation and all she need do is ask. While he mouthed these words into Cherie's ear, he sank the rest of his cock into her all the way to his balls and let it stay there without moving. Cherie had never felt so mastered by anyone. It was as if she had been molded body and soul around this man's organ and her body could not so much as draw a breath without first getting the permission of the big dick lodged in the center of her. She knew her dark lover could feel her every breath and heartbeat and it pleasured him. Cherie arched her back and moaned with something like fulfillment. "Cum in me, darling," murmured Cherie plaintively. "Fill me up and take me away from here." This was the kind of response L.T. had been hoping for. He had never been content to just rape a woman's body. Now he could begin fucking Cherie in earnest. He withdrew the entire shaft of his cock from Cherie's pussy. She looked at him questioningly. L.T. raised up on his massive arms and flashed Cherie an ivory grin as he plunged into the back of her cunt with all his strength. Seismic tremors of pain roiled through her body and she wailed with shock and the sharp sense of having been betrayed. The tremors piled up one on top of the other as L.T. fucked her without mercy for what seemed like forever. Cherie's womb was being ransacked and she was sure she could feel the tissues of her reproductive organs perforating under the assault. The big man roared as he began filling Cherie's raw, wounded pussy with copious jets of essence. With his swollen cock still pumping out the last sticky ribbons of semen, L.T. pulled out and, leaning forward, placed the head against Cherie's lips. "Don't forget the first rule," he growled. Cherie enclosed the cock head in her mouth and sucked as hard as she was able while L.T. pistoned the long shaft in his fist. Cherie saw and tasted only a small amount of her blood on the man's organ. With one last powerful leap, his cock plastered her palate. She swallowed as she let her head fall back on the mat and thanked him. She was learning how to be a good little fuck doll. Another board was shoved under her and a new drone commenced to reaming out her pussy. And then another. Cherie was coming to realize that getting raped was hard work. She was bone tired. The women seemed willing to go a little easier on her after her ordeal on the hook. The men had no such compunction. It was as though there was some unspoken competition between them of who could pound her the hardest. Who could fuck her the deepest was not at issue. L.T. and Jeff had already split that prize. Cherie fixed her eyes upon some vague spot beyond the ceiling beams as each man in his turn strained and raged on top of her. She barely had the strength or presence of mind to express her gratitude to each of her rapists. "Thank you for cumming in me." Profound physical discomfort ripened into screaming pain as the planks began to stack high beneath her. Only her shoulders remained on the mat as her pelvis was elevated ever higher. The thin ropes cut deep into her flesh at the knees and she felt as though her legs would be torn from her body. Then the thought occurred to her that this was not intended as simply some cruel enhancement of a cruel ritual. They meant to fill her up. But to what end? Another thought had been floating near the back of her mind like a rudderless ship adrift in fog. Now in her extremity, this vessel at last found its port. Had not Tam told Cherie her ass belongs to Etta? Her ass belongs to Etta. These words bobbed in and out of Cherie's consciousness all the while she was being beaten, sodomized and raped repeatedly. Her ass belongs to Etta. But wait. Cherie was Etta, or at least Etta's incarnation, was she not? From some yet unviolated place deep inside of her, Cherie willed up perhaps her last reserve of strength. She wanted to address her tormentors. This chick had something to say. "This is how you treat the Incarnation of Etta? No wonder your guru died. You people killed her!" Everyone froze and an uncomfortable silence fell over the room. A man who was about to enter Cherie turned to Eddie in confusion. Cherie herself was impressed at the change her words had wrought. She was so impressed, in fact, that she did not hear the rustle of beads at the far end of the room. Andronica and Io noticed first and heralded the others. Soon a murmur electric in its effect passed through the chamber. "Ascension!" each of the congregants was heard to say in excited whispers. They formed up in a double line kneeling before the one who had entered. Cherie strained to see the cause of all this sudden activity but could only make out a tiny figure standing poised in shadow. Cherie's heart sank in dismay even before her mind could acknowledge what her eyes now clearly saw. The newcomer to the rite who now drew the adoration of cup maidens and drones alike was but a child. And not just any child. It was her own little Cindy. This time Cindy was completely naked except that she wore a round diamond and sapphire pendant on a thin chain around her neck and her abundant blond hair was piled high on her head above a woven tiara of blue bells and baby's breath. She walked slowly on the balls of her feet towards the center of the chamber stopping to touch the neck and face of each of her supplicants. Cindy stepped into the circle of light and coolly surveyed the panting wreckage of her mother. Then the girl turned to Eddie who was seated nearest her and said, "We did good, didn't we, Uncle Eddie?" "We sure did, baby girl." "I want to give you your reward, right here and now." Cindy placed her hands upon Eddie's chest and pushed him lightly onto his back. She then straddled Eddie's chest and stomach on all fours with her back to him. They were so close to Cherie she could have reached out and touched them had her wrists not been bound. Eddie salivated at the sight of Cindy's delicate little girl snatch mere inches from his mouth. The child looked back at him and, smiling sweetly, lowered her tiny cunt onto Eddie's lips so that he could give it a nice long tongue kiss. Cindy sighed with evident pleasure and made tight circles on Eddie's mouth with her pelvis for a full minute; then she wrapped her fingers around the base of the man's thick nine inch penis and leaned forward. The child turned with the same sweet smile to her helpless, ravaged mother and cooed sardonically, "I'm scared, mommy. Please don't let them hurt me, mommy." With that, the little girl turned and, with a forward thrust, gobbled up a full six inches of Eddie's cock. She sucked hard molding her lips and tongue around it and pulled up slowly so that three inches of Eddie's shaft eased wetly into view. Cindy took a deep breath through her nose and the sides of her mouth before leaning forward again, all the way this time, and buried her little nose into the top of his scrotum. Eddie took hold of her ass cheeks and sank first one forefinger then the other into Cindy's pussy. Then he let his middle fingers penetrate her tiny exposed anus. With the purchase this gave him, Eddie pushed the girl forward and down upon his cock while he pumped his loins to meet each thrust. Cherie's spirit sank and died as she watched this lewd tableau. As jarring as it was to witness her eleven year old daughter being throat fucked by a grown man, the same man who had earlier raped her own throat, the thing that really left her undone was the dawning realization that her little girl had conspired and actively participated in the sexual sacrifice of her own mother, body and soul, to the cult of Etta. Indeed, Cherie was beginning to see with frightful clarity that her daughter had, for several weeks or months, planned and orchestrated every nuance of her suffering. Eddie's cock began to broaden and pulse in Cindy's throat causing the little girl to purr with delight as he tightened his grip upon her ass and pumped her mouth hard. When he sighed and let go of the girl, she slid her mouth off of his still rigid penis and thanked her Uncle Eddie for putting his milk in her tummy. Cindy rubbed her belly for emphasis. Tam then seized hold of Cindy and, enfolding the girl in her arms, gave her a long searching kiss as her tongue sought out the familiar taste of her beloved husband's essence in the recesses of little Cindy's juicy mouth. Cindy allowed herself to be kissed in this manner for only a short time before she extricated herself from Tam's embrace and went over to the mat and knelt down before Cherie's upturned and sorely abused vaginal cup. Mother and daughter's identical cold blue eyes met and Cherie frantically cast about in her mind for words to say but Cindy spoke first. "Oh mom," she said with the air of someone whose patience had been tried but not broken. "You got it all wrong. You're not the Incarnation of Etta. I am. And I have chosen you, dear mommy, to be my cup maiden." Cherie swooned from exhaustion and defeat. The last thing she felt before she slipped from consciousness was her daughter's teeth grinding into her clit as she drank greedily from Cherie's womb. THIS IS NOT OVER. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 51