Chapter 1
Martin Tyrone Key ran his fingers through his mohawk as he looked at a picture of Elise Wilson. She was younger in the photo but not by much. Her eyes were bright and her smile broad. She looked happy. He envied her photo, his was much darker at her age caked with eyeliner and eye shadow. She looked carefree and light but the soul of a teenager was fickle and understood the power of perception. He wondered what teenage horrors the photo hid.
Key looked out over the cracked and dusty asphalt street. Iggy Pop crackled away on the car tape deck as the car's A/C struggled with the desert heat. He hadn't seen any movement yet. The decrepit building was flanked by boarded up houses but there seemed to be no life in the stale desert air. Key killed time swapping out tapes and looking over the files he had on Elise. Husker Du groaned from the speakers as he flipped through her file. Elise had disappeared two weeks ago with her boyfriend Cody Wilkes. The two had hooked with a sex cult called "Fornicatio Solemnitas" lead by a man called Hotspur. From what he could discern it was a cult but had the trappings of a run of the mill self help group. The old building was the meeting place for their congregation. It was in the middle of nowhere and had no discernible markings.
All told Key counted thirty seven people had entered as he watched and waited. Key waited until dark to get out of his car. He slipped casually to the side of the building, pulled a silver flask from his coat and took a long swig, capping the flask he took two deep breaths and headed in.
Incense billowed in a massive protean cloud over the congregation. The chamber was vast and candlelit. Despite the heated desert outside the room was cool and damp. The members of the congregation were dressed in robes and masks. Each mask was unique and represented something of the wearer. Some were plastic Halloween masks while others were expensive and ornate. Underneath the robes each celebrant was naked and flashed genitalia as they moved around the chamber. The mood of the room was jovial but there was an air of ceremony to the proceedings.
The congregation milled as Key watched in a quiet dark corner. It was easy to stay out of sight in the chamber as the activity was centered on the altar at the center of the room. Key perched on a broad windowsill that was boarded from the inside. He winced as he took a sip of the sickly sweet creme de cocoa in his flask. The liquor did nothing to warm him against the chill so he stuffed his hands under his armpits and focused his attention on the concrete altar.
A young girl, no more than eighteen, stepped into the room while at the opposite side a teenage boy mirrored her entrance. The girl's robe was red like the others but hers was shorter and only hung to her thigh, additionally it hung open to give a teasing look at what laid beneath. A hint of breast, a shock of pubic hair, and a flash of muscle along her stomach as she walked. She wore a mask made in the image of a moon. The boy dressed identically except for the sun that adorned his face. The girl was the right age and height for Elise and she had a dirty blue party tattoo of a butterfly on the top of her foot, which fully identified her. Key to surmised that the boy was Cody.
They approached the altar. As they walked members of the congregation groped each other. The action rose and became a mass of hands jerking, kneading, and probing with hedonistic abandon. Some masturbated on their own while others clustered together. Elise and Cody finished their long walk and got on top of the altar. They knelt in front of each other inches apart. Elise rubbed her hands against her robe and looked around the room at the blatant sexuality on display.
Elise's palms were sweaty, her mouth dry, and she felt dizzy. She worried that she might fall into Cody. He smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and gestured towards the room with a gesture that seemed to say, "this is crazy, right?" The priest entered the room and quickly moved to the altar. He kissed the palms of his hands and touched each of them lightly on the forehead then raised his hands to the ceiling and began chanting.
The congregation's fervor amplified when he began chanting. One woman wearing a baby doll mask straddled a man's cock while she jerked another off. Beads of cum shot at her like buckshot and she groaned ecstatically as she bucked harder against the lover below her. On the opposite side of the altar a man thrust slowly into the ass of another man, both grunting softly with each long stroke. The altar was crackling with energy as the priest continued chanting.
Elise could feel the energy rising up through the altar and pulsing fiercely through her body. She could feel heat sweeping off of Cody and wanted so badly to touch him and to feel his arms around her. It hadn't occurred to her until that moment that she was turned on but she was and it exhilarated her. Her breathing became labored and she felt her muscles spasm. Cody's head was swaying lightly and his mouth was moving. His dick, which was exposed through his robe, was rigid and tall. Elise wanted to take it, to touch it, lick it, straddle it, she wanted to feed off of his cock. The impulse was nearly irresistible and grew more feverish with each moment but her body was paralyzed by the spasms.
Key lifted himself off the windowsill and crouched behind a bundle of rusted pipes. The runes on the altar glowing around the lovers. They were arcane symbols whose origins had gone to time and tide. Key pulled a notebook from one of his many pockets and copied them down.
Elise glanced at the symbols. They glowed a putrid blue color and made her head swoon when she tried to look at them. Sweat was pouring down Cody's body. The priest was screaming and thin ribbons of blood pulsed from his eyes, nose, and ears. His tongue was swollen and splitting like a cooked sausage making the strange language he spoke come out in wet sloppy consonants. Cody was reeling, his body was shaking and his eyes were rolled back in his head. The sound of sex was reverberating off the walls and it mixed with the low snarls that were coming from Cody. The cacophony was deafening.
Elise felt her need rising, the strain of it was becoming unbearable. Cody was less than seven inches from her and was heaving and growing. His muscles were flexing and straining. Cody's raw sexuality was hitting Elise in waves. She could see the fornication around her and she was cherry picking the positions she wanted to try. An orgasm was rising in her just from looking at him, but as the cacophony reached its orgiastic crescendo it was all halted by a loud crack.
The force of Key's blow sent ripples of force through the clouds of incense. The priest fell to the ground. His face was wet and pulpy from the ritual and slid against the concrete. "Enough!" Key bellowed to the celebrants. The tribal tattoos that gilded Key's face all but glowed next to the pale blue of the altar and the yellow light of the candles. He stood over the priest with a gun drawn and pointed out in front of him.
"What have you done?" Yelled one worshiper. The group surrounded him boners pointing like spears.
Key fired a shot off into the ceiling. Elise's eyes rolled back in her head as she fainted. The crowd stood in silence as he grabbed Elise around the waist and eased her off the pedestal. The baby doll stepped forward, her breasts still heaving. "You shouldn't be here. The rectory is sanctified and there will be retribution from Hotspur."
Key put his gun in his waistband. "I don't think he'll be causing any trouble for me," he kicked the priest lightly as he hefted Elise into his arms.
"That's not Hotspur," She retorted as she pointed at the altar.
Key turned to Cody. Cody fell forward his body steaming from the moisture in the air. His musculature was impressive and preternatural. His mask fell away from his face. His eyes were crusted in blood and his lips were pulled back in a wicked snarl. His head cocked and he looked at Key leaving with his mate. Key shook his head, "shit, that's Hotspur," obvious rage erupted in Hotspur. He howled and launched himself at Key.
Key moved as quickly as he could but Hotspur was on him. Key and Elise went sprawling across the floor. Hotspur grabbed him by the ankle and pulled him back towards the altar and threw Key into the concrete block like he was weightless. Key's head cracked against the hard altar, which sent flashes of pain through his skull. Hotspur pounced on him and jammed his thumbs into Key's eyes. Key's face was throbbing in white-hot pain as his hands fumbled for his pockets. He gripped a small sack and smashed it against Hotspur's face.
