Maxine Neville - Niece in bondage

"I don't want your knowledge." There was more fight in her now that the drug had lifted her spirits. "I want to be free."

"Ahhhh, free. We all want to be free. That is what the Church of Earthly Desire is all about."

"Please, I just want to go home."

"Home. You have no home any more. Your mother is dead. You have no one." His cold voice chilled her. "I want to go back to…"

"You want to go back to innocence. But that of course is impossible. Experience cannot be erased. You know who you are now. You did not know that when you came here."

"That's ridiculous." She spat out her words now. "You drugged me and chained me to the bed, clamped me to the chair, lied to me, and created all sorts of horrible illusions to terrify me…"

"Ahhhh… this is all true. But you and only you are responsible for the feelings of desire, for the ecstasy which you experience here. This is unquestionable truth."

"No!"

"Ahhh, yes. You must face this."

"No!"

He ran his hand along her thigh. "What you feel you feel. You must understand that." Oh God! she thought. It is true. She was no better than any of them. Perhaps she really belonged there. Perhaps she would never be able to return to the normal world.

"Get dressed now Vanessa. You will find a special gown in that closet – the red velvet one. Put it on."

"I-I can't… what I've done I've done, but I don't want anymore."

He riveted her with his eyes, which were so intense that she froze. There was something hypnotic in his stare. She found she could not move. "You have no will of your own when I don't want you to," he said. And then his voice grew impassioned. "This is what I will teach you, you little fool. Some day you will have as much power as I do!" And once again Vanessa could feel that she had no command over her body.

"Put the dress on." She walked to the closet and found the dark red gown. Then she put it on. To her horror she discovered that it was cut just beneath her breasts and then over them, so that her entire chest was bare. Yet she could not move her hands to cover herself. The dress was slit both front and back all the way up to the crotch. It was obscene! Yet there was nothing she could do about it. He had hypnotized her. She was in his power.

Aleister pulled the velvet cord, and a moment later, Billy Butter appeared. "She is ready," said Aleister. "Bring her to her place."

Vanessa felt as if she were sleepwalking as Billy, dressed in a dark blue satin robe, led her down a back staircase she had never known existed. She could hear the murmur of many voices downstairs and wondered where he was leading her.

She found herself in something that seemed like a stage with the curtain down. And in the center of the stage was another platform about six inches off the ground. It was padded with foam rubber and covered with black velvet. Behind the platform was a large ebony throne. Tall thick candles burned on either side of it. Billy held her off to one side. "We must wait now. The time is near," he whispered. His hand was hot and sweaty.

The smell of incense permeated the air, and from somewhere not far off, someone began to play a flute. Somehow, the music made her think of snakes. The voices on the other side of the curtain grew hushed. The stage lights went on suddenly. They had a red cast to them. Then Vanessa looked at the throne and saw something that astonished her. Perched on the seat was the statue! The African statue! With its glowing green eyes and red erect cock. What devilish insanity was this!

Suddenly, the curtain rose. Lily looked out at the people staring up at the stage, filling the living room which was lit only by the stage lights. But there was enough light so that Lily could see that every guest wore a cape – and was stark naked beneath.

Aleister stepped to the center of the stage and pressed his palms together, bowing at the guests. He began to mumble something in a strange tongue, and the guests chanted back at him. Then he turned to the statue and bowed to it, muttering again in that strange language.

Turning back to his guests, he raised his hands up, palms facing outward. And Vanessa saw that on his palm was the same symbol she had seen on the palm of the beast in the tarot card called The Devil. He began to speak.

"Tonight, under the powerful light of the full moon, we have a special ceremony. For this is no ordinary initiate. For many years now, I have prayed for a female blood relation to carry on the priesthood of our temple. As you know, the line must pass always from male to female to male again. And, as our holy books dictate, she will bear me a son, who will continue in the name of the great God Ludedout." And here he paused and bowed once again to the statue. "As prescribed in the holy texts, the son will be conceived tonight, the night of the full moon, with the help of two worshippers." Then he clapped his hands.

Billy whispered in her ear, "Go out there now." Obediently, she walked out and stood beside Aleister. In her mind, her nakedly exposed tits shamed her deeply, but she was in his power now and she could do nothing about it.

"Now Vanessa," he said to her, "you will walk among the guests and find the two men who will assist us."

Obediently she stepped from the stage, not knowing how she was to look or what she was to find. Yet, she was oddly aware of a kind of sensitivity to everyone's vibration. As if governed by some larger power, she found her way to a tall and handsome man with golden hair. He knew his role and stepped up to the stage. Her other choice was a fat man of middle age. She knew not why she chose him, but the feeling was very strong.

"Very good, my dear," said Aleister. "Now you will lay your body down on the platform." And she did. Though Aleister's hypnotic powers made her unable to physically escape her predicament, her feelings about it were not stilled. She felt more humiliated than she had ever felt in her life. She was ashamed to be lying there with naked breasts before so many strange and staring eyes. And she knew that what she had experienced before had only been a prelude for this thing they called "the ceremony".

The two men and Aleister stared down at her naked body now. "Is she not beautiful?" said Aleister. "Look at the way her dark nipples stand out against her perfect white breasts." The men had removed their capes and now stood stark naked on the stage. The blond man's prick was rising quickly.

Aleister looked at him. "You take her first," he said. "And you," he indicated the fat man, "worship those tits that will feed our future priest." The fat man reverently cupped Vanessa's soft resilient tits in his hands. He squeezed and massaged her firmly rounded tits twisting and kneading the flesh with a growing lust.

She lay hypnotically unresisting before him, slim and voluptuous in her red velvet dress. The front had parted at her crotch and her dark patch of pubic hair lay exposed to everyone's view. Despite her horrified brain, she heard herself let out a low moan. She fell prey to the erotic pleasure her body was anticipating.

"Turn over, my dear," she heard Aleister command. And she obeyed, feeling her ass now exposed to view. Her brain was screaming in terror, but she could not move. He completely controlled her will. She was powerless before him. She knew she was going to suffer another hideous sexual assault, yet she lay there, still and waiting.

Suddenly, she felt someone's hands coursing over her ass, and she quivered involuntarily. She wanted to turn around and see who it was, but at first she could not. "Look at him," said Aleister.

She turned her head at his command, and her eyes showed terror as she stared in horror at the long thick cock jutting out from between the blond man's long and muscular thighs. His prick was huge – almost as big as the black man's had been – and he had obviously worked himself into a powerful state of lust.