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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Excitement was at a peak as the members gathered in the kitchen for the next meeting. The girls all seemed to be thrilled with the prospect of another visit from the "Devil". The men weren't the least bit thrilled and showed their concern openly. But both sides found their hearts beating faster, palms clammy and nerves tingling.

For the first time since he began these rituals, Tom Dunn was nervous. Tonight he experienced the fear of the unknown, which he had diligently perpetrated on the other members all these weeks, getting a great deal of pleasure from their discomfort. He had been the master. Their fate was in his hands during these ceremonies, governed only by his conscience and the restraint he exercised over his sadistic desires. There had never been a moment of discomfort for him; he was never the object of a "sacrifice", never had his ass paddled, or the slightest fear that he ever would. Tom Dunn only participated in the enjoyable aspects of the ritual – the others suffered at his hands.

Suddenly everything was changed. Now someone else – or SOMETHING else – had taken away his power. He was only an instrument now, to carry out another's orders. And he didn't like his new role one bit. Only the challenge of his conviction that it was all a hoax and that he would solve the mystery forced him to continue. Otherwise he would have put an end to the club after the last meeting.

Stella and Cynthia took their places beside him as he prepared to summon the congregation into the hall. He gave a last look around the room: the colored lights were lit, the black candles and the trays of incense were lit – everything exactly as it was the week before. He'd play along with the villain just to prove that he was intelligent enough to solve the mystery. And when he found the culprit he'd have his revenge.

The bell sounded and the audience filed into the room. Everyone entered with their eyes searching the wall for a sign of their visitor.

Tom opened the services with a brief statement about how their loyalty to one another should come before anything else. He avoided any reference to Satan. Then he lifted the chalice to his lips, as he had always done, but tonight he only pretended to drink the wine. He was determined to keep a clear head at all costs. Then the chalice was passed to the others. Charles also pretended to take a drink and didn't, having decided to conduct an investigation of his own – secretly. Since Tom was his prime suspect he hadn't mentioned his plan to anyone.

After the chalice went around the group, Tom turned the meeting over to Cynthia, who surprised him by chanting a string of vows to Satan. Tom suddenly realized that Cynthia wanted to believe the visitor was Satan.

"Sister Ann," Cynthia finally said. "Please come forward."

At Cynthia's request, Tom and Jay had constructed a simple device for her to tie a subject to in any desired position. It was a frame made out of two-by-fours, with ropes hanging trough holes at various intervals.

Stella led Ann to the frame, turned her to face the audience, while Cynthia turned on the bright spotlight. Then Ann's wrists were tied with ropes from either side of the frame. Stella got on one side, Cynthia on the other, and they pulled on the ropes, stretching Ann's arms up and out over her head. Then they opened her legs and secured her ankles in that position. The girl was now naked and fully vulnerable to whatever they decided to do to her.

"We offer Sister Ann to our beloved Satan," Cynthia chanted. "Prepare her body."

Stella went to the task with enthusiasm. First she applied dusting powder, with a large, soft puff, to the entire front and back of Ann's body. Then she took a small jar of rouge and applied it artistically with her slender index finger to Ann's nipples that fizzed straight out at the first touch; then dots were placed on each of the smooth balls of ass-flesh, and finally a dot on the inside of each leg just below her cunt hairs.

"Beginning with the High Priest," Cynthia announced, "we will each kiss the cove we pray our beloved Satan will enter tonight with his burning penis."

As Tom stood to carry out the assignment he noticed his head beginning to play tricks on him again. He shook off the feeling, went to Ann, knelt before her and planted a kiss at the junction of her spread legs.

"Mmmmm…" Ann cooed with delight. And as each member dutifully kissed her the fire grew hotter and hotter in the Devil's Cove. She groaned and prayed that one of them would tongue it, but no one did. She was burning with anticipation as the last member kissed her.

"You… have… chosen… well," a voice broke the silence, and all heads turned to see the image on the wall. "You… shall… all… be rewarded."

Tom fought with the strange feeling in his head to get a bearing on the voice. He didn't listen to the words, as the voice gave instruction to blindfold Ann and leave the room, but concentrated with all his might on the background noise. There had to be a clue there someplace. But all he could detect was an empty, wide-open atmosphere. Then he found himself shuffling out of the room with the others.

As they passed through the room they used for getting undressed, Tom grabbed his pants and coat. Even though his head was like oatmeal, he managed to instinctively carry out the motions of his preconceived plan. With much difficulty he pulled on his pants and lunged for the back door, getting into his coat on the way. The others watched with wide, curious eyes as Tom fumbled with the door, puffing on it, playing with the lock, but not accomplishing a thing. Then he staggered to a chair and dropped limply into it.

The only sound Ann could distinguish was her pounding heart as she waited nervously for something to happen. The thrill of danger overpowered the scared feeling she had, but her head was too high in the clouds to distinguish one from the other.

Then she felt the cold blast of air Kay had mentioned. She held her breath and shivered uncontrollably.

What Ann didn't know was that Arthur Klein was just as scared as she was at this moment as he tiptoed across the room and bolted the door so no one could slip back in. His eyes devoured the body strapped to the frame before him as he slipped off his coat. This was the first really exciting girl-flesh be had touched since he was a young man himself. Kay was too fat and his wife had always been what they refer to as "big-boned" in the neighborhood. But this morsel of flesh was exquisite.

Now, over the pounding of his heart, he put on the air of authority and gripped the shoulders of his victim, sending gooseflesh all over her body from his cold hands. She whimpered but he didn't gag her. His hands slowly pressed her smooth, firm flesh from the shoulders down to the soft, heaving mounds of her breasts. He fondled the firm, hard nippled tits with sheer enjoyment. He ran his open hand down her flat stomach and marveled at the firm, tight feeling this girl's body had. Just feeling her this way could satisfy him for a long time, he thought, bending to run his hands up and down her silky smooth legs.

This was too good to fuck, he told himself, feeling the firm balls of ass-flesh. Table pussy! Reserved for eating only!

To satisfy his urge, he knelt and kissed the aperture that he would soon sink his cock into. But the smell of cunt-juice kept him there and forced him to make one quick plunge with his tongue, against his instinct to do what he came to do and get out as fast as possible.

"Oowww, how nice…" Ann sighed.

That was all the encouragement Art needed. He drove his tongue deep into the soft cavern and licked the walls clean, stopping only when he ran out of breath.

"Ohhh, don't stop now… I'm coming…" she gasped.

He stood, dropped his pants and drove his cock up the panting tunnel, reaching around her to grab chunks of ass in his hands and pulled her tight against his heaving cock. He covered her mouth with his own and chased her tongue in a furious attack. It was a good thing he had brought her to the peak before fucking her, he thought, because he was already shooting his come and she was reaching a climax with him, biting his lips savagely in the process.

Every muscle in his body seemed to flex as he held his cock inside her until his fear of being caught forced him to stop. Even then he slipped out a still-firm cock, thinking to himself that he could last forever with this exciting body. But he was getting worried about the time it was taking him and pulled up his pants. But before leaving he took time to feel every inch of her again, promising himself to come back to this girl again.

The cold blast of air brought Ann out of her exhausted state of near slumber, creating an alertness in her mind again as she listened for any sounds. The bell rang, startling her, and she heard the group rushing through the room toward her.

"Well?" Tom said, even before she was completely untied.

"Mmmmm… it was delicious," she sighed.

"Fuck the personal comments! Just tell me what happened!"

"It was just like Kay said it happened… only better," Ann replied with a dreamy look in her eyes.

Kay beamed at the mention of her name, looking at the other girls to see their envy.

Tom learned nothing new from Ann's debriefing. He examined the room, found nothing and slumped against a wall, sliding down to a sitting position on one of the mattresses. Stella brought him a beer, without being asked, and joined him on the mattress.

Chatter filled the room, with only Tom apparently unhappy with the circumstances.

Couples were pairing off as though nothing had happened, while laughter and wise-cracks came from the group around Ann.

"Let's see if I'm as good as Satan," Jay propositioned Ann. But she turned him down as though she were sacred now and untouchable.

When the calamity died down and the novelty wore off, Ann joined Tom and Stella.

"I can tell you one thing," Ann said casually, "he wasn't completely naked."

"What do you mean?" Tom perked up.

"Well, he was wearing something with buttons down the front, because I felt them pressing into me."

"Are you sure it wasn't beads?" Stella asked, not realizing she too was defending the Satan theory.

"I don't think so. But I definitely felt material down to about his waist and on his arms."

"Ah-ha!" Tom came alive with interest. "That could mean he was wearing a shirt. And the Devil wouldn't have to wear a shirt – unless he was cold – which spirits don't feel."

"Maybe he's taking the form of a regular man," Stella said. "I saw that in a movie once."

"Cold hands… warm cock… a shirt…" Tom ignored her. "Very interesting."

"What difference does it make, Tom?" Ann whispered seriously. "Everyone is getting a big kick out of it. Who cares if it's the real thing or not?"

"I care! This is my club and I don't want some fuck taking it over with phony magic," he fired back in a loud voice.

Cynthia heard his remark and came over to join him the conversation. Ann filled her in on what had been said.

"Don't feel that way, Tom," Cynthia said. Her eyes widened with enthusiasm as she continued, "This could be the greatest thing in the world for us. Our own cult! We could double the membership tomorrow if we spread the word that we really made contact with Satan – or even just a spirit."

"Who needs more members? The more people in our game the greater risk of having the law down on us."

"Sure, but just think of all the money we could take in." Cynthia's eyes were sparkling and dancing as she spoke. "This could make us all rich!"

Tom sat in silence weighing Cynthia's loge. The club already had a few hundred dollars in the treasury, and with so little expense it would multiply with more members.

"I read about cults in California where they take in thousands of dollars a week," Cynthia pressed on. "And if we really have something supernatural we'll make millions."

"Well, I can tell you right now, we don't," Tom said with a vengeance. "He's clever, and it's going to be hard catching him, but I tell you it's someone as human as you and me."

"If you're so sure, why don't you just confront him? Why don't you stand up to him next week and tell him to bug-off?"

Tom sulked over that. He lowered his eyes as Cynthia, Ann and Stella stared at him for an answer. Then he finally said, "Because I don't know what this hut is capable of doing to us. He already has a way of slipping hallucinating gas or drugs to us to weaken our minds. Who knows what else he might have?"

"Okay, but while we're checking it out, I'm starting to line up new members. You'd be surprised how many people are interested in Satanism."

Tom liked the idea, remembering now that when he first told the others about his plan for a club he said it was part of his "pyramid theory" to increase the membership. The only thing that had blocked his way was the intrusion of the mystery guest. His ego wouldn't allow him to step down as the leader of the group. Especially now, when it was a success.

"Just remember, Tom," Cynthia added as the discussion ended, "I got Laura to come to our meeting without even trying… I could fill this place with gorgeous girls. They really go for the excitement of Satanism."