The Last Incubus: Chapter 08
Note to readers: This chapter contains some light bondage.
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Chapter 8: A sexual feast, the Big Bang, and a black hole.
"For you have spent enough time in the past doing what pagans choose to do—living in debauchery, lust, drunkenness, orgies, carousing and detestable idolatry. ~ 1 Peter 4 v. 3.
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On the way to the Beta Iota Sorority House, the coeds told me they had a tradition of kidnapping unsuspecting male virgins and deflowering them through their "initiation ceremony." Up until yesterday, I would have panicked at the prospect of being kidnapped and raped by a bunch of horny girls because I had been brought up in a religious household by parents with puritanical notions about sex.
But my body was feeding on sexual energy and using it to fuel the changes I was experiencing. The longer I went without that sexual energy, the more intense the feeling of gnawing hunger grew. It was now almost 8 hours since my afternoon encounter with Theresa at the department store and I was about out of my mind to feast on the brightly glowing white auras radiating from these girls. So naturally, I didn't bother to mention that I was no longer a virgin. These girls were offering me the sexual energy my body craved, the last thing I wanted was to have it cancelled on a technicality. Certainly, the leather cuffs they slapped on my wrists were a concern, but instead of viewing this as an abduction, I saw it as more of an escort.
Once inside the house, they led me upstairs to a large bedroom which they called the "ceremony room." It was lit by a dozen candles scattered about the room and dominated by a king-sized bed. There were bedstands on either side at the head of the bed, a large chest of drawers against the wall, and two chairs and a small table near the foot of the bed next to the door. Soft ropes were attached to the four corners of the bed with trigger clips on the end of each rope.
They took off my shirt and their auras flared when they saw my toned shoulders, arms, and torso. Some of my physique was the product of hard work on my parent's farm, and the rest was from whatever sexual magic was responsible for my transformation.
Anxious to get started, I started to unbuckle my belt, but Frankie, the sorority president with the purple hair and facial piercings, put her hands over mine, stopping me.
"Get on the bed, Zucchini Boy. We do the unwrapping around here!"
There was a lot of laughter and giggling at the reference to Frankie's first impression when she felt the bulge in my pants.
I did as I was told, and two girls, one on each side, grabbed my wrists and held my arms over my head while two other girls clipped the wrist cuffs to the corners of the bed, immobilizing my arms.
Once I was secured, the sorority sisters took their places. Three girls stood on either side and four, including Frankie and the short-cropped brunette were in the middle of the semi-circle at the foot of the bed.
"Okay, Maddie, put the gag on Zucchini Boy," she directed to the cute brunette standing to my right at the end of the semi-circle.
"Yes, Mistress," Maddie replied quietly, bowing her head. She grabbed the ball gag from the nightstand on my right and placed it over my mouth, fastening it behind my head. After it was in place, she returned to her position at the side of the bed and the "ceremony" began.
The girls vocalized an erotically wordless chant as Frankie took a step forward. She looked me in the eye, although from where she was standing at the foot of the bed, she may have been staring at my crotch, and slowly started peeling off her clothes, starting with her top.
She made a ritualistic display of removing first one arm, and then the other from the sleeves of her sweatshirt. The tattoos of vipers on her muscular arms and shoulders accentuated the athletic build of her upper body. I stared at those asps as she pulled her sweatshirt over her head. The corners of her mouth upturned slightly as she emerged, discarding her sweatshirt before reaching behind her for the clasps of her bra. She had tattoos across her well-toned abdomen, the general theme was dark and demonic: snakes entwined around skulls, emerging from the eye sockets and between the teeth of open mouths. Bats, spiders and spider webs were interspersed everywhere in between. A small silver ring pierced her navel.
She held her bra in place as her breasts shuddered when the clasps were released. She slipped her arms, one at a time through the straps of her bra, her broadening smile resembled the predatory grin of the tattooed adder peeking above the top of her pants. She arched her back as she removed her bra, revealing an attractive pair of moderate-sized breasts that looked proportionally bigger on her sinewy frame. They were flanked by two tattoos of large-fanged serpents poised to strike her half-dollar sized areolas. Her nipples were erect and pierced with silver rings the size of quarters. A tattoo of a red heart stabbed with a knife and split in two nestled between her breasts.
She paused briefly, making sure I had a good look at her chest before moving her hands to the front of her jeans, taking her time unfastening the top button and slowly pulling down the zipper. Her eyes remained glued to my face—or my pants, as she teased her tight jeans over her hips and thighs, stepping out of them and kicking them behind her on the floor. She must have removed her shoes and socks while I was being gagged. Like the rest of her body, her muscular legs were covered with tattoos of spiders, snakes and skulls. Her upper thighs had a werewolf on one side and vampire on the other.
Only her black thong was left. Again, she paused, looking for my reaction, undressing me with her eyes as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her thong and pulled it down over her hips and thighs. There was a momentary stretch of the material that was deeply embedded within the cracks at the apex of her thighs before it snapped loose, enabling her to step out of it. Her mons was completely shaved, and the Greek letters "beta" and "iota" were tattooed there. Her clit was pierced with a small silver ring and ball.
I twitched beneath my tented pants at the sight. It was a movement not lost on the girls around the bed. Their suppressed giggles briefly broke their ongoing chanting.
Frankie just smiled, giving me that same viper's grin I saw earlier. Her bright white aura had a musky whiff of tuberose and jasmine, and it grew to cover her entire torso. She turned to her right and tongue-kissed the short-cropped brunette next to her.
After the brunette broke the kiss, she began to remove her top. Her boyish face was decorated with a silver ring piercing her left eyebrow and a thin gold ring piercing her right nostril. She gave Frankie an appreciative leer before her face disappeared beneath the shirt pulled over her head.
Like Frankie, she took her time undressing. Her willowy body frame was inked in a feminist theme with red lipstick impressions, two female symbols intertwined, and two naked women embraced in a kiss. Nearly flat-chested, silver rings pierced her pointy nipples. Her navel was pierced with a pink gem mounted on a gold pin. Her skinny jeans were so tight, it took a little longer for her to shimmy out of them, revealing a white thong with red lips and an outstretched tongue printed on it.
A vertical wet spot at the tip of the "tongue" on her thong made the material transparent, and the glint of a circular piece of jewelry as well as the outline of her labia could be seen through it. Her aura's unique musky wisteria and juniper odor joined Frankie's fragrance. Like Frankie, the brunette's thong hung momentarily before being wrenched down from the crevices in her crotch. She had the same beta-iota tattoo on her shaved mons and her clit was pierced by a small silver ring, but without the silver ball attachment that Frankie had.
