When he came to again, he noticed that they were no longer in the box, but this time in some kind of dusty room of some building. He looked around and quickly noted that he lay on the blanket again, and there was a single candle lit, about three feet away from where he lay, showing him that beneath the blanket was a concrete floor. To his right, a few large wooden crates were visible, stacked one on top of the other. He also noticed that the woman was sitting on top of his crotch, his cock, which was painfully swollen and erect again and deep inside her warm cunt as she rode him, fucking herself against him even while he'd been passed out. But this time, something was different.
Though he wasn't a linguistics major by any stretch, he could tell that she was speaking some other language now, almost more of a chant. She was also wearing some kind of a small charm around her neck and her eyes were closed, her arms reaching upwards and gesturing wildly as she fucked him, rocking back and forth rhythmically above him. The pace of her movements began to really pick up and soon enough her eyes began to glow bluish-white and her arms stretched straight-up, her fingers lightly spread and she cried out a single syllable.
The effect was immediate. The candle flame turned red and the concrete floor beneath the candle rumbled and then split as a large, bluish-white stream of what looked like smoke emerged from the ground beneath and slowly coiled upwards. The bag lady, still atop him with his cock inside of her, began to laugh, though this time it was a horrible sounding laugh, that shook her entire body. He tried to push her off him, but she just leaned forward and pinned his arms back on the blanket, using her weight to her advantage. Due to their coitus position, he couldn't even use his legs as they were trapped beneath her ass, while her cunt seemed to grip his cock, holding it within her.
He turned away from her horribly laughing face and glowing eyes and watched as the "smoke" congealed slowly into the form of a skull. When it was fully formed, it stared at him for a moment before it's jaws opened and it flew into his body, wracking him with shooting pain as it seemed to burn its way through his body, finally traveling into his brain and causing him to go limp and pass out.
He seemed to be in a dream then, and saw himself floating in a sea of gray liquid, thick like oatmeal. Surprisingly, he could breathe in the liquid without any trouble.
"So, you survive." a deep, feminine voice said.
"What? Where am I?" he asked, trying to turn around in the thick, amorphous liquid.
"You are in my power, and that is all you need to know. You are mine now and you will repay the debt."
Suddenly he felt like his whole body was on fire and he writhed in agony for awhile before the pain stopped and he found himself watching a horrific scene.
He saw bearded men in what looked to him like conquistador armor and dress storming into a large, stone-block building, high in a mountainous area. As they entered the building they stabbed the men and women inside, killing all who were there save for one woman. This woman they dragged outside the building by her long, black hair and dropped her in the dirt as more men arrived, dressed just as they were. These new men entered the building and began looting it and burning it. Billy just watched, apparently not physically there as several of the men moved right through him, seemingly oblivious to his presence.
Finally, an importantly dressed man with a stylized goatee arrived with another man who looked like a monk. The woman sat up on the dirt and Billy felt his breath catch. She was beautiful, her dark skin free of any blemishes or marks, her build alluring and powerful and her gaze steady and level. She wore a headdress of some kind and little else, save for a small charm around her neck. She stared defiantly at the men as the monk began shouting at her in what Billy guessed was Spanish. The monk gestured wildly, making the sign of the cross over and over and shaking his fist at the woman. He said something to her and waited, apparently for response. She said nothing and he repeated himself twice more, each time she said nothing. After the third time, the monk shook his head and gestured dismissively to the other man he had arrived with.
The importantly dressed man, smiled a savage grin, and barked something in Spanish. In no time three of the armor-clad soldiers grabbed the woman and dragged her off to the side, behind a small pile of rubble. One of the men held her down while the others took off their armor and clothes and they gang raped her, over and over.
When they had finally finished, they tied her to a large, old wood pole that had been part of the ransacked building, and dousing her body with oil, they set her on fire, burning her body as they monk chanted and made the sign of the cross. The woman screamed in agony as she burned to death, but she seemed to be screaming words in her language, rather than just meaningless noises... Billy recoiled in disgust and horror at what he'd seen and instantly he was back in the thick, gray liquid.
"You have seen my last priestess die. She died by the hands of your ancestor, 15 generations previous. And with her last breath, she called on me for vengeance. Now the time has arrived for our return, and you will repay the blood-debt of your ancestors." The same deep, feminine voice said.
"What?! Me?! But I'm not even Spanish, I'm not related to them!" Billy retorted to the voice.
"Your blood and your seed do not lie!" The voice hissed to him menacingly. "It matters not whether you are aware of your ancestry, your blood is that of the conquistador who destroyed my people and as the time for our return draws nigh, you will now plant the seeds bring about my return."
