The Cabal Ch 01

April 2nd 2020

Carla's tight, puckered asshole, more pink than I ever thought was possible, felt solid, unmoving, and warm. My determined and unyielding pressure slowly forced it open, her wrinkled ring gripping my head like a tight band. I could not believe my luck as I started to push into the luscious cheeks I had pined over for the last three years of school.

She moaned lustily. More a testament to my impatience than my length, my balls soon touched her soft flesh, followed by a sharp intake of breath. All eight of my thick inches were buried in the lithe redhead's virgin asshole. The familiar voice of the intercom startled me and I grabbed the toned freckled globes of her ass hard, eliciting a high pitched cry from Carla. The intercom's disembodied voice spoke out in the bright room:

"Well done my loves! Craig, fuck her in this and one other position--anal only!--before finishing in her asshole. If you cum anywhere else the Cabal will NOT be happy. She will then squat over the provided plate facing her ass to the camera and squeeze your cum onto it, after which she must lick it up and eat it for the finale. Any deviation by either party results in punishment, as in--well, you know--what happened to Allie. And Carla, dear, it's really quite simple: be a complete, absolute and depraved anal slut and your family will be spared, their safety guaranteed!"

Carla looked back over her slender shoulder. Her straight fiery hair was pushed back away from her face and her piercing blue eyes looked into mine unblinkingly, with a mix of fear, sadness, but most of all, a deep defiance. She did not want to do this, and she knew that I knew she did not want to do this. But she had no choice. The image of the Cabal's guards power hosing what was left of Allie's families off the concrete walls of the courtyard was hard to forget.

I took a moment to admire her naked body. Her pert C cup breasts sat high and proud on her chest despite her being bent over in the doggy style position. Naturally pale and freckled, she had tanned well enough with enough oil during the summer trip to Italy. Her slender waist, she must have been 110lbs at most, gave way to a perfect bubble butt ass, and her long toned legs parted on either side of me, her dainty feet's toes wringing together in anticipation over the bright white linoleum floor. This girl, who I had lusted over for four years of university, who I had never talked to before this morning, had my cock deep in her ass--and I knew she needed to me to fuck her, hard. Or her family would die.

You will get tired of my saying this so many times as I recount my story, and it is no doubt cliche, but truly--I could simply not believe my luck.

Suddenly, her cold stare wavered and she bit her lip, turning away. We knew we were being not only watched but listened to. And she knew, no matter what her feelings were, that she must--for her sake, mine, and that of her family--act as if she wanted nothing more than for me to destroy her asshole.

Just as quickly as she looked away she turned back to look at me, a fiery resolve shining in face. "Oh daddy," her voice had dropped huskily "please, daddy...ruin my little hole. It's yours daddy. Don't hold back daddy--rape me!" She giggled daintily, the perfect airhead little coed.

I was again blown away by how believable the act she put on was--of course, I reminded myself, it was easy to sell any act when you knew that a mad cabal of the elite had kidnapped everyone you loved and had threatened to summarily execute them in front of you lest you put on a show for their entertainment.

I grinned at her little giggle and slapped my hand hard on her ass, eliciting another high pitched giggle. I pulled out, hoping for a gape like I had seen hundreds of times in porn, but her asshole, elastic and innocent, quickly snapped shut, as if I hadn't just been lodged in it for minutes. This turned me on immensely. I pumped a small dollop of lube onto the cleft above her quivering hole.

Her pussy was, I was sad to see, not showing any sort of shine or indication that she was enjoying this. Naturally that made me even hotter and I growled and arched my hips back. My thumb coaxed the dollop of lube down and it perched precariously like jelly on her ass hole. In one cartoonish, exaggerated movement I rammed my hips forward, forcing myself all the way into her reluctant rectum in an instant. She shrieked in agony and quickly caught herself, the cry dying in her throat and turning into a convincing, wanton moan. I growled, and started to fuck her, hard.

But we'll come back to this moment and many others like it. First, let's start at the beginning of this sordid tale...

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January 1, 2020

It was a day like any other, different only in that it was the first day of a new year. I woke up before my alarm, rolled over and grabbed my laptop from under the bed. I was a fifth year in college thanks to a combination of bad choices and worse luck: I had let a student athlete on the girl's basketball team copy off one of my exams junior year, resulting in my being kicked out of school for a semester, losing my scholarship funding and plunging me into a deep, weed stoked depression.

Stupid and corny as it sounds, through a mix of exercise and free on-campus therapy, I was able to get back to enrollment, but not before having lost a year to a hedonistic college partying lifestyle. I still carried some bad habits from that time, mainly the pot and an unshakeable addiction to the most hardcore porn imaginable. So bad was my addiction that despite being good looking, fit, and well-liked on campus, I still started off every day the same: grabbing my laptop to rub one out.

I booted up the school-provided laptop and clicked the internet icon. I never bothered to clear my tabs, and the hundreds of videos from last night's goon sesh populated the screen. You could say one thing about me: I wasn't picky. Hardcore throat fucking, anal sex, double penetrations, bukkake, gang bangs, tranny porn, old and young (though never children, fuck pedos!) Anal gapes, painal, insertions, incest, taboo, hentai, cuckold...if it existed, chances were, I'd shot ropes to it. But lately, I had delved into a category that combined everything I liked with enticing risqué scenarios: "consensual non-consent porn," also known as simulated rape. Of course, the traditional sites blocked any of that type of stuff, but I had rigged up my laptop to surpass all that stuff. It was amazing what the IT students would do for a few bucks and a baggie of weed or coke.

I pulled up a video of a well known pornographic actress, Sheena Shaw, doing a consensual non-consent scene (CNC). The video started with her walking down a dark street a lone, when a van screeched onto the sidewalk and masked men grabbed her, pulled her in, and drove away. Don't get me wrong, I knew I was sick, and I would never, ever actually rape someone, but once you've watched asian teens fist each other's assholes elbow-deep without batting an eye, you start to need more and more depraved shit to get hard. So goes porn addiction. Plus, the post-credit scenes showed Sheena and the male talent laughing it off and confirming everything had in fact been consensual. I reached under my bed in the pile of dirty clothes and pulled the first thing I felt, an old set of boxers--that would do for a cumrag. But when I turned my attention back to the computer, there was an odd popup, it looked like an ad, which was odd, as I had paid those IT nerds to ensure I never had these. But was even more odd was the text:

> Hello Craig (that's my name, by the way, Craig Jeannington)

> Wouldn't you rather do the fucking than just watch? We will be at your front door in ten minutes. Better hurry up ;)

My penis instantly shrank. What could this be? It felt like a regular popup, and while it was strange it had gotten my name, maybe some sort of virus or something had bypassed my VPN or accessed my cookies somehow and gotten my name that way. But what really scared me was that it may be something much worse, like the police. Nothing I had done was illegal, per se, but using VPNs to access hardcore simulated-rape porn on a school laptop would be hard to explain. As quickly as that fear came, it went. Why the fuck would the police be involved in a student watching porn on a laptop...surely they had more important things to do.

I tried to exit out of the box but it wasn't possible. In the end, I moved it to the side and quickly cranked down to Sheena Shaw shrieking as six enormously endowed black men violently raped her shit pipe. As soon as I shot my load into the crusty boxers, I heard the door knock, and my heart dropped. I pulled myself out of my stupor and quickly put on sweatpants and a hoodie, and ran down the stairs to the front door.

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There were four people standing on my snowy front step, and while it didn't look like the police, I still stood as frozen as the cold air, my eyes wide. Was this the CIA? The FBI? One tall, blonde, beautiful woman, and three men in dark suits. All of them were wearing black sunglasses. Did I mention she was beautiful?

The woman smiled as she folded the sunglasses, handing them lazily to one of the suits.

"Well Craig, I hope ten minutes was enough for you to wrap that up?" She smirked knowingly and stepped uninvited past me into the apartment. Two of the men followed her in, the third clasped his hands together and turned around to face the cold morning street. Was he standing guard? Or was he keeping me in? The door shut with finality.

"My name is Veronica Maxwell," continued the blonde. Her voice was husky and deep, yet feminine all the same. She walked down the hall into my living room. I found I let the two suits shepherd me in front of them to follow her, dumbstruck. She turned and smiled sardonically, extending her hand. I stared dumbly. She was tall.

"And I cannot for the life of me tell why they chose you," Veronica said rolling her eyes and withdrawing her hand, staring down at my ratty couch as if deciding whether to sit. She turned and smiled mockingly at me, waiting. She did not sit down.

"W-what's...who...how did--" I started to stutter not sure where to begin. Who the fuck was this woman? Who were the men in suits? What did she mean "they chose me?"

"Why don't I just cut the chase Craig, I can see this may be too much for your little brain to work out on its own." Cloying with sarcasm.

"I am a--representative, let's say--of a group known simply as The Cabal. They are the organization that has been behind every conspiracy theory or any secret organization. The illuminati, yada, yada...rest assured every elite that runs the world is a member." She turned to inspect the generic obligatory college bachelor Jimi Hendrix posters on my wall. Her lips curled down.

"Like, government? Are you CIA?" I sat on a beanbag and she glanced down at me, her gaze withering. I stood back up.

She chuckled softly. "Government? No dear. No. Much worse. We control the Government. All Governments. Everywhere. In every country."

I was getting annoyed with her attitude. What the fuck type of prank was this? Did my friends set me up? I'd had enough. "Listen lady, I don't know what game you're playing but why don't you get the fuck out of my-"

She crossed the space between us in the blink of an eye, gripping my neck in one strong hand and lifting me effortlessly off the floor. I choked and kicked.

Ignoring my sputtering attempts to reach her and deflecting my frantic flapping, she continued. What strength, I thought to myself.

"Craig, I don't give a shit about you, or if you believe me, or what you think. This is all very simple. You hear me out and agree to come with me or you and every trace of your existence will disappear. I'm talking your whole family, every student you've befriended, even your garbage man--all disappeared. And when I say disappeared dear, I do mean dead. Without a trace..."

Just as suddenly as she had grabbed me she let me go, and I dropped hard to the floor as she turned away.

"We've wasted enough time as it is. So I'll give you the highlight. The Cabal runs the world. Not figuratively, not in shadow, or behind the scenes, but blatantly and brazenly without anyone to oppose them. They are the Alpha and the Omega. Capish?"

I managed to get to my knees, coughing as she went on.

"In March of this year they will cull about 10% of the population in a global viral pandemic. Oh don't look at me like that, it's been planned for years. And during this time they will be going into lockdown. And I mean serious lockdown. The virus will only kill one in ten, but may have lasting effects on those infected. Anyway, the Cabal has every power imaginable and their every whim is a reality. But even the elite tire of streaming Netflix, and the virus they are unleashing is no laughing matter."

She looked back at the couch, but remained standing. Her posture was immaculate. In fact, she was as perfectly put together as a woman could be. I started to notice more and more of her body, but she went on, my attention snapping back to her words.

"They are aware of your--proclivities--with the porn you watch. They have organized a sort of, well, let's say it's a reality TV show...solely for their entertainment during the pandemic. And they've chosen you," she made no effort to soften the disdain "to be its host."

She stared at me unblinkingly. I realized she was waiting for me to speak.

"This is crazy. Why me? What type of show? Pandemic? Virus? I need to call the pol--" I made for my pocket to grab my phone, but suddenly I was on the ground again. One of the suited men had moved, impossibly faster than Veronica. Where had he come from? He took my phone and just as quickly retreated.

Veronica said nothing. I stood up, scared.

"Ok." I began, deciding I had to bargain. Did these men have guns? What the fuck was happening!?

"What type of program is this? This is my last semester and I really, really cannot afford to take any longer to graduate. And I'm sure lots of people like porn."

"Craig, it's not just porn, but the type," she said the word as if I knew what she meant. "And they are aware you are not completely lacking in the bulge, which differentiates you from every other candidate they reviewed. Believe it or not most people of your size end up actually fucking girls, not beating their dicks to a pulp."

I didn't know what to say to that.

"So, if you agree to do this, not only will you graduate, the Cabal will erase all your demerits...that little issue with the honor court? Heck, if you want we can make it to look like you graduated in three years. But you won't even need the degree. You'll be set for life, financially and in any other way you want."

Erasing my embarrassing failure to not graduate on time because of that stupid cheating athlete? How did she know about this? How did she know the size of my dick?!

"What's the catch?"

Veronica smirked, her eyes predatory.

"The catch is...well, the catch is you agree or you die--here, today, with a bullet between those pretty eyes. But should you agree, you will get to live out every single, filthy, disgusting fantasy you have ever had. They have created a facility where you will get to fuck any girl you choose, however and whenever you want. And Craig dear, when I say any, I mean any."

She pulled a thin tablet from her blazer pocket. It was outrageously thin, definitely not any model Craig had seen, almost just a single sheet of glass the size of a cellphone. She started to tap on it.

"How about...Carla Greystar?" She turned the pad toward me and my eyes widened. Sure enough, that was Carla, the junior in my language studies class, but unlike I'd ever seen her before. The petite redhead with a pert ass and long legs, was pacing in a small white cell, absolutely naked. I had screenshotted every single one of her Instagram swimsuit pics, and there she was, hands wringing nervously as she looked around the cell. What the fuck was this? This was criminal. How did she know I liked Carla? Where the fuck was she??

"Or maybe...hmmm" she tapped on the pad. Did she have a list? "How about...Allie?" That name took my aback. Last summer's competitive internship at a national investments firm had been one of the crowning achievements of my education. Myself and Allie, a short blonde with nice tits, had started the internship together, vying for the one open spot upon graduation. But her gold hair and adorably crooked teeth distracted me from the hateful, calculating plot she sprang, telling our boss she thought I was a spy for a competing firm. The gullible fool, of course, listened to the intern with the nice ass, and I got fired. I had trusted Allie and she betrayed me to get ahead. How many times had I daydreamed of hatefucking that backstabbing little slut?

Veronica turned the pad, and sure enough there was Allie, completely naked in a similar white cell to Carla's. Her hands were handcuffed together and tied by a chain to a hook on the wall over her head. She was blindfolded. A figure in what looked like a total body gimp suit, covering even their face, came into view and kicked her hard in the stomach. Allie let out a scream and slumped over. She was covered in bruises. What the fuck was this? How had they gotten Allie? I knew from her IG posts that she had gone back to Boston for the holidays.

"I can see the hook is set Craig. All the Cabal asks, is that they can film your little escapades playing with these girls so they can be entertained during the pandemic. And by asks, I do mean demands. What do you say?"

I stood there dumbstruck and processed everything she was saying. On the one hand, I was scared out of my mind. Shadowy international group that can make entire families disappear? Didn't sound like my idea of trustworthy or fun. Could it be true?

Yet...if she was telling the truth, wasn't this my dream? But Carla didn't even know I existed and Allie, well let's say she wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole. That proud cunt relished in taking my position from me.

"Isn't this...criminal? Kidnapping? Those two girls have families."

"Craig, like I said, the Cabal does what it wants. It's above morality, reproach, and certainly the law...either you come with us and agree to this proposal or you die. And so does your family. So does Allie. So does Carla, and every single other girl you've ever thought about. Which, by the way, we've got," she said waggling the pad and smiling.

"How? No, I can't be part of this. Allie and Carla...and...listen they don't deserve to--" she cut me off.

"If the Cabal can do this," she pushed the pad into my hands, "what makes you think they can't do anything?" Her voice was softer now, almost sad. She tapped on the pad, my eyes widened as she went on.

"Craig, I know it seems like I'm asking, but honestly dear, you really don't have a choice. But my employers would really rather you be a happy and willing participant in this. For example...how many times have you taken her classes?" She tapped on the pad.

In a white cell, just like Allie and Carla, sitting crosslegged on the ground, looking almost bored, but still totally naked, was Kendall Toole, the Peloton instructor.

"Wha...how? How did you know?" I went to the gym almost exclusively to ride the bikes and take her classes. I was ashamed to hear a hint of excitement in my voice. Veronica smiled knowingly.

"I told you dear. They want you to want to come with me. This has been in motion for years. This past weekend our--operatives, let's say--began to round up your, um, list." She reached back over to the pad.

Tap. Mary Helen, the buxom brunette from my film class, asleep against a white wall. Tap. Alexandra Peterson, from marketing, whom I'd always thought looked like a 90s heroin chic model, was chained to the wall, a bar between cuffs on her ankles, tears rolling down her face. Tap. Anna Clark, from the gym classes I sometimes took. Tap. Madeline Hope, the instagram influencer. Tap. Sophia Diamond, another influencer. Tap. Was that Sydney Sweeney?! Tap. Adriana Chechik, Jennifer White and Lana Rhoades, the porn stars, all shared a cell together. Tap. Kate Clownie, from high school. Tap. Jenna Ortega--huh, those tits were bigger than I would've guessed. Tap. My cousin Alain. Tap. Hunter Schafer, the transgender Euphoria actress, her tiny cock swinging between her legs as she paced (wait, hadn't she had the surgery?). Tap. Sky Bri, the OnlyFans model. Tap. Sophia Gomez, busty cosplayer. Tap. Sheena Shaw, the very porn star I had shot a load to that morning.