The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14h: Back to Egypt Part 08
Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved. All events and characters are fictitious.
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(Paul).
I looked down, blinking in the sudden light, at my jerking prick, my come shooting from the end and landing on Jenny's stomach and pubic hairs. I heard her moan and looked up at her face. She looked in pain.
"What's wrong?" I gasped, sitting back on my heels and helping her to sit up.
My come started running down her front towards her fanny.
"It got inside." She said, holding her lower abdomen as if she had a bellyache. "I think he wanted to punish me for not coming to him."
"What's going on?" Michelle asked, her voice trembling.
"Who, what was she?" "He said he send something. We thought it was you and invited it inside the circle."
Jenny started to shiver. I held her close.
"It's over now." I said, running my fingers through her hair.
"It's only just started." She said, her trembling increasing. "Oh Paul, I'm so frightened."
"I'll get the policemen in here," Michelle said holding her dress across the front of her body and heading to the door.
She turned the key and then the handle. It didn't open.
"Hey, out there," she shouted and banged on the door, "help us."
There was no sound from outside the door. Even the sounds from the street outside had died away. The room was getting darker. Shadows were moving across the floor and walls.
"Quickly, Michelle." Jenny said, holding out her hand to her. "Come into the circle."
"How do we know she's not it again?" I asked.
"Well, you're not fucking me whatever happens." Michelle said, taking Jenny's hand and stepping over the line of salt.
"Fair enough." I said.
The lights were getting dimmer and the silence was total as we stood there, our arms around each other, waiting.
(Linda).
I woke with my ass on fire and the taste of woman on my lips. I was strapped to the table again.
Since Han's had had me the first time nobody had touched me. They had threaded a chain through a manacle around my ankle fitted it to a ring in the wall so I couldn't escape, I had a chair to sit on at a small table and blankets to make a bed with. They had given me my dress to wear but no underwear. I was given a metal bucket and a roll of toilet paper to do what I had to do. Hans had wanted to stay and watch at first but Helga had insisted that I have at least that amount of privacy.
I'd had magazines to read and Helga came and talked to me apologising at every opportunity for what Hans had done. I was past caring about that. All I wanted was to be allowed to go. I told her I wouldn't tell anybody or press charges. I begged her to help me. But she refused.
Then they had come for me. The two Germans and Hans. They'd stripped me, placed the necklace around my neck and tied me to the table. Hans had put his finger inside me and I thought he was going to mount me again. Then the others had entered the room and the lights had slowly dimmed. I could hear a voice in a language I could nearly understand. Then I had felt the fingers on my tits, on both of them. Cool and gentle. I could feel my nipples responding, the lips of my pussy opening. The hands had moved down over my ribs, massaging my stomach then further down. I strained to open my legs wider. I could feel my own moisture. I lifted my hips from the tabletop searching for his touch. My mouth was pressed against another's woman's pussy. I pushed my tongue inside it. It kept going and going. I could feel a prick pushing against my ass hole. I welcomed it inside me. Then suddenly there was pain. So much pain I must have passed out.
I looked around.
Ahmed and the figure in robes stood at the foot of the table looking down between my legs. Automatically I tried to close them but I couldn't move my ankles.
The man in the robes moved towards me. Suddenly the whole room was filled with the smell of shit. His hands were on my tits. Somebody was speaking. A language I could almost understand.
(Paul).
The darkness in the room was almost total. Even the lights from the street outside seemed to make little impression. I could feel both Jenny and Michelle shivering.
"Let me get a blanket." I suggested.
"No." Jenny said through chattering teeth. "We mustn't leave the circle. We mustn't bring anything inside. We must be natural. It's our best defence."
"What about a crucifix?" Michelle asked. "I have one in my room."
"Do you?" Jenny replied.
Michelle was silent for a few seconds.
"No I don't." She finally admitted. "It just came to me that I should leave and fetch it."
"We must not leave." Jenny repeated.
"How do you know this?" Michelle asked.
I was wondering that. He'd never shown any sign of interest in the occult. She wouldn't even read one of my Denis Wheatley books.
"It's just something I know." She replied. "I can't explain. I just know it."
"How long must we stay here?" Michelle asked.