Chapter 3: The Altar.
This story is a continuation from "The Mud" and "The Chamber of Lust".
Hannah woke suddenly gasping for air as she coughed and spluttered back to consciousness. After spitting up several lung full's of gluggy musty smelling white and green liquid, she drew deep desperate life giving breaths. There was no awareness at first. Just primeval survival instinct. Breath.
Then she began to remember. The mud. The mud had pulled her under. deeper and deeper she'd sunk, both physically and spiritually in a way. She'd given in. Her pleasure was too great. She'd turned her back on family. On her responsibilities. On her beliefs. She'd given in willingly to the pleasures of the flesh as the mud had ravished her body and soul. And now like a new born baby she lay curled up in the foetal position gasping as if taking her first breaths of air.
Air! Where was she? Hannah remembered the chamber, full of muddy water where the mud had taken her. Feeding her life through a member in her throat stopping her from drowning, while another had helped it's self to her womanhood over and over and over. Hours. Days? Weeks maybe? She couldn't tell. All Hannah knew was that now she was breathing air. No longer submersed. No longer fed. No longer ravished.
Eyes still shut tightly she realised her right hand was between her legs. Stroking. Playing? No. Searching! Feeling around for the demon member that had given her untold pleasures for so long. It was gone. No pulsing. No pushing. Just an emptyness. She felt a longing, but also a regret.
Her memory began to search further and further back. She'd been walking in the woods. She'd been trying to relax. Trying to get away from the pressures of life. She remembered her home. Her family. Her job at the church. They'd all be looking for her wondering where she had got to. Maybe they assumed she was dead. Maybe they'd been searching for days and had given up hope. Maybe they'd had a funeral for her. Buried an empty coffin. Or maybe... Maybe she was dead.
"I MUST get back!" Hannah whispered out loud as the reality of what she'd left behind became clear in her thinking.
Hannah's ears cleared next. She could make out the sound of running water making her aware that the liquid she'd been consumed by was now seeping away into the ground around her. As this sound softened to a rhythmic dripping echo she realised she was still in the chamber. And with that realisation came another sound. Moaning. Soft at first and then the volume increased more and more. Echoing around the chamber the sound of people stirring all around her. Moaning. Panting. Gasping out in pleasure. Hundreds of voices announcing a relentless orgy of foreplay as the entire chamber came back to life with almost defining volume as the liquid no longer hindered the sounds.
A grin crept across Hannah's mouth and she realised that now the hand between her legs was rubbing her inner thighs in anticipation. Her hand crept upwards, caressing the soft wet skin until at last it electrified her whole being with nothing more than a glance of her vaginal lips. While the sounds of a thousand orgasms echoed around her, her figures glided upward, through her slippery valley, and began a soft rubbing of her clitoris. Her other hand moved also as if it had a mind of it's own and before she knew it, Hannah was also kneading her own breasts and pinching her nipples.
And then she stopped.
Her position in the church as worship leader had led Hannah to try and lead a holy life. Of course he'd touched herself before but not often. She saw this as sin. Self pleasure. And on the very few occasions she'd touched herself like this it was always stopped before she had gone too far. And it was always followed by guilt.
"I MUST get back!" she said clearly this time.
The moaning of pleasure continued around the chamber and every now and again, would erupt in orgasm. The dripping of the cavern also continued but it also was quieter at times, and then louder suddenly before reducing again. Wave after wave. The same pattern to both sounds. Overlapping.
Hannah's senses still returning she became aware that she was laying on a hard stone floor that was still wet with an inch or two of thick liquid. Another sensation over her body felt like soft rain most of the time. Then heavier. Then softer in time with the dripping. But it didn't feel like water. Or snow. Or hail. It felt more like the liquid covering the floor. Again the chamber cried out in orgasm. Again the drips fell. Hannah's face was splattered gently and her survival instincts sent her tongue out slowly in search of a drink to keep her alive. Scooping up as much of the thick sticky liquid from the sides of her lips as it could carry, her tongue retreated back into her mouth and she drank and swallowed. Again her tongue darted out, scooped more, and retreated. More and more until feeling fed and refreshed a little, she felt her strength returning.
Slowly Hannah sat up, wiped some of the musty slime from her eyes and face, and licking her hands and fingers clean she opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry at first but soon cleared. She continued to consume the sustenance provided by the raining liquid as she continued to wipe her face clean and then drink the liquid off of her hands. Licking it up in earnest. Sucking. Tasting Swallowing.
As she continued this cat like cleaning routine her vision began to clear and she looked around to survey her situation.
Sure enough Hannah found herself still in the chamber but now all the muddy water was gone. She knew it was the same chamber as the walls were still writhing. Still moaning. Still lined top to bottom with human bodies, all held in place, naked, by a thousand arms and tendrils. Caressing. Teasing. Fucking.
The walls orgasmed again and the shower followed, refreshing Hannah's face as it showered her again. And then, as she stood there with her mouth open catching huge globs of stick rain, she observed. The "rain" was dripping not from an opening. There was none. It was dripping from the legs and bodies of the people forming the walls and ceiling of this cavern. Both men and women were being forced to cum over and over by their demonic captors and this was falling like rain onto the floor. Onto Hannah. Onto her face. Into her mouth. Hannah was horrified for a moment. her eyes darted around the seen abhorrent to her. She saw the redhead she'd tried to free days before. Still there. Still in ecstasy.
Hannah swallowed her mouth full.
She then spied the blond that had pulled her into the wall of bodies and made her feel as one with lust.
Hannah licked her lips clean. Circling them to gather as much male and female cum as she could, and swallowed again. And then grinned.
