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CHAPTER NINE

Charles called his uncle every other day, from Christmas on, to see if they could move back into the store. But it was a full week after the first of the year before his Uncle Art finally told him the store was empty. Their big plans for a wild New Year's Eve party fizzled out with the disappointment of not having the store in time.

More discouragement met them when they returned to the store for the first time. The place was a mess from front to back. Pine needles, twigs and sap were ground into the floors of every room. The black paint on the windows had been scraped off. The bathroom resembled a restroom in a dirty gas station, even to the point that the bowl was clogged with tissue and overflowing.

"If we fix this place up again," Tom questioned Charles, "how long will it be before your uncle needs it?"

"He rents it out from Easter through Mother's Day," Charles answered. "The same guys sells plans and flowers at that time."

"The fucks really know how to wreck a place," Tom said as he walked slowly through the rooms, viewing the situation and deciding how much effort to put into cleaning it up.

"It smells like a pine forest in here," Jay said, taking a deep breath and enjoying the aroma.

"It's going to take a crash program to get this place in order," Tom said. "So let's get on the STICK! We'll go back to Ridgewood and round up as many people as we can for tomorrow night. The girls can clean the floors, kitchen and bathroom, while the guys give this joint a coat of paint."

"We only have two nights to paint this whole place?" Charles said doubtfully.

"Six guys should be able to get most of it done," Tom said. "And what we don't finish Friday night we can come back Saturday morning."

"Just bring on the beer," Jay said optimistically, "and we'll do it in one night."

As it turned out they did manage to finish painting by late Friday night. The girls scrubbed the floors, the appliances and the bathroom fixtures in one night and joined in with the painting on Friday. Everyone worked with feverish determination, not wanting to wait a minute more than necessary to get back to their sex games. For most, the five weeks had been void of physical contact completely. Only exhaustion, and the fact that it was too late to bring in the mattresses Friday night, prevented them from beginning a night earlier. But by Saturday afternoon everything was back to the way it was before Christmas and Tom was working himself into the proper state of mind to lead them through the rituals.

As the hour he had waited so patiently for finally neared, Tom Dunn began to experience nervous anxiety. Not since theft last meeting had he given any thought to that mysterious, spooky glow on the wall. Now it was all he could think about. Was the answer to eliminating it as simple as just not mentioning Satan's name? Then why? That would only confirm the fact that it was supernatural. What else had they done about Satan? He wrestled with the decision a little longer and finally decided to go along with the latter.

By turning over the services to Cynthia, he would lose control of the group and never get a chance to release some of his sadistic ideas, he reasoned. And Cynthia didn't put on enough showmanship when she was leading them. His decision began to make more sense as he caught the bus to Maspeth, arriving before the others to set the scene for the meeting.

The four trays that held the burning incense hung from wall brackets in each corner of the room, almost above his reach. His last chore before ringing the bell to summon the congregation was to light the sticks of incense, reaching up and dropping them one by one into the trays. Then he opened the skylight enough to allow just a slight venting of the room, so they wouldn't be uncomfortable.

The congregation filed in, beaming with broad smiles and nervous anticipation of the delights they were about to witness. They took their places, kneeling on the pillows and looking around the room to see if Tom was considering any surprises tonight. They all liked it better since he began putting the colored spotlights on right from the start, giving them enough light to check the room for the presence of any large items they might have to contend with.

"Brothers and sisters," Tom began, "we are gathered here once again to enjoy the fruits of life that we have found in each other."

"It has occurred to me that our real devotion is to one another, rather than an outside force, so we have eliminated the other services, making this ritual a sign of our dedication to ourselves, to each other. Nothing else has changed. Only now when we drink from the cup of wine, we drink to the group. And when we make our sacrifices, we are sacrificing for the benefit of this close-knit family we have developed."

He lifted the chalice and took a sip, then went out and served each member. All the excitement and pleasure of the first meeting flooded back into his head as he watched each member reach out to take the cup, their robes opening to expose naked flesh to his devouring eyes.

"Tonight," he announced, "our sacrifice to the group will be the very lovely… very beautiful Sister."

Sighs of relief went through all the girls who weren't chosen and big grins of approval spread on the faces of the men as Ann got up and walked to the center of the stage area. They all watched with wide eyes as Tom turned Ann to face the group, turned on the white spotlight and removed her robe. They liked the way Ann always acted with a cool confidence when she was chosen to participate. Not brazen – just reined, with her chin up and a faint smile curling up the corners of her lips.

Tom made a show of putting Ann in the position he wanted, his hands never missing an opportunity to touch her body in some sensual way for all to see and enjoy. He placed his hands between her legs, the tips of his thumbs probing the nest of hair that rapidly dampened, then slowly spread her legs so she was standing with her feet wide apart, smiling at her wide-eyed audience.

"This dildo," he said, holding up an object that was shaped like a cock, with a little stretching of the imagination, "represents the group. All of us. Take it and place it between your legs… thereby making love to the entire group and accepting us all into your body."

Ann took the object, noticed a little switch, which she flipped on and off quickly to see what it was she was going to insert inside herself. It was a battery-operated vibrator. How nice, she said to herself, waiting for Tom's instructions.

Tom stood behind her, reached under her arms to cup her breasts, then whispered in her ear to insert the prick slowly. As Ann lovingly inserted the vibrator into her cunt, Tom milked her tits, his hard-on sliding up and down the crack of her ass. Ann gave a good performance, stopping just before the end of the vibrator entered, leaving the switch on the outside.

Now Tom turned her sideways and had her bend at the waist. He produced an object that everyone recognized as an electric toothbrush, without the bristles.

"Now, Sister Ann, insert this replica of our sex into the other opening."

Ann took the toothbrush and began inserting it into her anus, having trouble maneuvering from the awkward position. However, the audience was if entranced by the performance, staring wide-eyed with jaws dropping as they watched her struggle. Finally Tom had to complete the insertion for her. He walked around her, then, for the sake of the audience, inspecting his handiwork. Then he removed his robe and pressed his cock against her lips.

"Now, Sister Ann, reach down and turn on the switches," Tom said, waiting for her to obey before inserting his cock into her mouth.

Ann looked like a bit of a contortionist as she turned on the battery-operated dildoes and had to hold them in place to keep them from falling out. Sensations ran through her body as the vibrators tingled the walls of her cunt and asshole. She almost immediately had an orgasm, her mouth filling with saliva and dribbling out the corners, around Tom's penetrating cock. She reached another climax moments later, losing her strength as she felt the third building up almost as soon as the second orgasm was over. Tom had to grab her head to keep her from slipping to her knees, forcing his throbbing meat deeper into her drooling mouth, almost choking her with a sudden plunge forward as his balls exploded a charge of cream into her throat. They both felt strangely lightheaded as the dual climax ended.

Ann slid to her knees when Tom backed away. She turned off the vibrators and slowly withdrew the spikes from her insides – a slow, agonizing withdrawal of the objects from very sensitive openings.

The chalice was passed around the circle. And Tom began to sense that the group was beginning to act a little strange. Perhaps a little drunk, he thought. He felt a little drunk himself.

Then without warning, Margaret Leche stepped to the center of the circle and said, "Jay Schmidtline, come up here."

Jay sauntered up to her. She ordered him to kneel. He obeyed. Then she pulled his robe up to expose his fat buttocks, straddled his waist as though to ride a horse backward, and began paddling his rump with a ping-pong paddle she had hidden under her robe.

Tom just watched, amused and feeling slightly helpless. With each sound of the paddle smacking on flabby ass-flesh, Jay gave out a howl of laughter. Soon they were all laughing with the exception of Margaret, who seemed to get more serious with each smack, gritting her teeth and frowning with a determination to do or accomplish something. And Jay laughed louder with each stinging blow to his reddening posterior.

Suddenly Tom gulped so loud and his expression changed so quickly that even Margaret halted her gratifying exercise and stared at him. For a moment Tom thought he was going to faint. There on the wall, larger than before, and definitely the outline of a man, was the red glow, smiling at him with devilish eyes!

Everyone turned to witness the phenomenon on the back wall, but no one made a sound. For some strange reason, they all felt odd, lightheaded perhaps, but terribly aware of their surroundings. They just stared at the waving image. Its mouth was moving, as if it were trying to talk, but nothing came out. The congregation stood motionless, with only Tom visibly trembling.

"Tommm… Dunnnn," the image whispered in a spooky voice. "You have… done a fine job… and you will be rewarded."

Tom felt for sure he was going to pass out now. His knees were beginning to buckle and he was having difficulty breathing.

"Have… no… fear… my children," the voice continued. "No harm will come to you… if you do as I say." Then it laughed in a sinister, blood-curdling tone.

Tom recovered slightly and tried desperately to focus his attention on the voice, to distinguish any flaws in the sound that may give him a clue to who or how it was being done. But his mind just didn't seem to be his own. He listened, straining for the smallest inkling of who the prankster might be.

"There is no need to be afraid," the voice said. "Your parties shall continue as before… only I will visit you from time to time to collect on my investment in you, since I have made all the pleasures possible. So listen carefully and do as I say: Katherine Krauss, go to the end of the table and stand with your legs spread apart." Kay did as the voice said, moving quickly and not taking a minute to think about the order.

"Now I want the two Schmidtline brothers to tie her legs to the legs of the table."

Hans and Jay too jumped to obey the command. "Now strap her arms to the legs at the other end."

They pulled Kay face dawn on the table and strapped her by the wrists to the far end of the table.

"Blindfold her… and everyone leave the room. Go to the kitchen and don't return until I ring the bell three times."

Jay blindfolded Kay as the others quickly left the room. Only Tom waited until Jay was finished and left with him, contemplating a scheme to leave the door open a crack and peek in.

"Tommm…" the voice spoke, just as Tom was going through the door… "disobeying Satan means certain death and it's not a pleasant death… I assure you."

Tom closed the door and almost ran through the next room to the kitchen and closed that door too.

"What are we going to do?" Charles was saying, almost in tears.

"What can we do?" Margaret Leche said. "He'll punish us if we disobey him."

Stella started whimpering and some of the other girls joined her, putting their arms around each other and crying openly. For the most part the men stood with blank, frightened expressions and said nothing. Only Tom moved, pacing the room, trying to figure out what to do.

In the store, Kay Krauss felt a cold draft blow over her naked body and she began to cry. Her head was groggy, but not enough to let her forget she was in some kind of danger. Then without warning something locked over her mouth and she was gagged so tightly it hurt. Her screams were just muffled little sounds.

An ice-cold hand touched her ass and chills ran through her body. Mother cold hand on her warm ass-flesh, spreading the globes apart. She strained at the straps that held her down, but they only bit her flesh without giving an inch.

She felt something touch the entrance of her cunt and she instinctively tried to pull away from it, but couldn't. It slid slowly between the lips of her vagina, up into her exposed, unprotected cunt. A warm, familiar object. Even in her state of fear and unclear head she recognized the feel and shape of a man's cock entering her tight pleasure cove. It sank into her until she felt the hairs around it tickle her ass before pressing tight against her buttocks.

Kay had a hundred thoughts flash through her mind, but the most satisfying was one that told her it was a practical joke Tom had concocted and was now playing on her. She relaxed a little and felt the throbbing meat pump in and out, gaining momentum in that familiar way just before the discharge of gratifying juice on the walls of her insides. She moved to meet the thrusts of the penetrating lance and felt the cream shooting into her, firing its venom in spurts, then the two hands squeezed her buttocks tight together and the spear slowly withdrew, still hard, leaving her in a state of building excitement, but unsatisfied.

The hands disappeared. There wasn't a sound in the room. Then that cold blast of air swept over her again. Moments later she heard the little brass bell ring three times, a door opened and people were rushing into the room.

"Are you all right?" Tom Dunn was saying as he removed the gag and blindfold. Someone else was untying her arms and legs and she was quickly free. Tom helped her to a sitting position and asked again if she was all right.

"Yeh. I guess so," she answered, smiling at him with a knowing look, hoping he'd give away the joke. But one look at the tears in her brother's eyes and she realized it must be more serious than she thought.

"What happened?" Tom asked. "I want to know everything that happened… every little detail."

She went over the facts quickly at first, then again with the little details about the cold blasts of air, cold hands, and how his cock felt as it entered her body. She was given a glass of wine and asked to go over the facts again. The girls were shooting questions at her about how it felt. They wanted to know if he was brutal, mean or cruel, while Tom was trying to get a clue as to how it was accomplished. But Kay didn't have a mind for the kind of details he was looking far and he gave up when the group began drinking to relieve the tension. And they were soon back to the spirit of having a party.

As Tom sat on one of the mattresses drinking a bottle of beer, with Stella's arms draped around his neck and her mouth over his ear, blowing and kissing it, he began to think that maybe he was capable of divining up spirits. Kay certainly didn't seem any the worse for the ordeal. She seemed to be delighted with all the attention she was getting, telling her tale over and over to each and every member, who listened attentively to every word she said. She was suddenly a very important person. The only one present who'd been fucked by the Devil himself, she thought.

But Tom wasn't very pleased. He just couldn't accept the supernatural aspect of the whole thing. He couldn't explain how it was done, but he felt sure someone was responsible for this little game, who was just as human as the rest of them. But he knew one thing: whoever it was – it wasn't one of the other members. They were all in the kitchen with him. And Kay couldn't have put that gag on herself… so it had to be an outsider.

As the others drifted into their sex games, forgetting the fright of the evening and remembering their long weeks of going without sex, Tom sat on the mattress talking to Charles, while Stella went about her own playful acts on his hardening cock.

"Maybe you're right," Charles said, with a very serious face, "but just the same, I wouldn't take any chances."

"Oh, don't worry! I don't intend to do anything to bring down the fires of hell, until I'm sure I know what it is. But I'm going to check out every possible clue to this thing."