A Long Night ( 0 )


Bdsm, Fantasy
I woke up that morning like it was any other daybreak. Brushed my tooth. Brushed my haircloth before taking an extra-long shower, like I do when I have a late shift at the clinic. Then I threw on a span of denim and a slack fitting t-shirt before heading out for the day. I wouldn't say I was going to work. I don't really workplace. I'm an organizer. I organize group meetings. Mostly groups of sex junkie or bdsm enthusiasts. Lately I'd been working for this new group calling themselves"The nestling of the Fallen."I didn't ask what kind of mathematical group they were. All I knew was they needed a dark, secluded"dungeon"for their meetings.

I couldn't really order exactly what type of group they were by the item they were asking me to set up in their"dungeon."They were either a bdsm"menage"( a declamatory chemical group of people into bdsm that did not openly accept new members ) or they were a cult…which I try to ward off that at all toll because the last cultus I dealt with tried to get me to link in on their orgy to summon their"wickedness headmaster"or whatever. Despite the fact that I couldn't tell what they were, I was happy that they hired me. They were paying me triple my convention fee per day for moving all of their shit into the dungeon I had procured for them.

The room was basically an old turkey shelter, 2 narrative underground ( because just any old cellar wouldn't do ) with a small service elevator that was apparently built by the screwing Mayan out of Mrs. Henry Wood and counterbalanced with boulders. Goddamn that matter was fucking slow…anyway I digress. I had to get 2 of my part-time assist to influence full moon sentence to get all of their red cent through that elevator and into the protection. Most of the stuff was minuscule enough to get down the lift either in the boxes they came in or fully assembled. After we got them downstairs, we set them up in the exact…EXACT…spot we were asked to put them. Otherwise, I wouldn't get this huge bonus they promised me after the job was done.

It took us 2 daylight to set up all of the dickhead they had given up. It seemed like a clustering of normal bdsm social club prick. St. Saint Andrew the Apostle's crosses, burgundy curtain, we had to build a commode rump and a platform in strawman of it. All signs pointed to bdsm nightspot, and a very upscale one at that. Everything was really ornate. Drawings on the interbreeding and leg, the commode had gold inlays. fancy shit.

After all was set up, I had about 2 time of day to get the head citizenry of the baseball club to get in and ready certain everything was to their satisfaction. I gave them a call once we were done and they arrived eerily soon after I hung up the phone with them. The man and woman walked in were beautiful…and I'm all for the ma'am. The man had a burgundy shirt with a smashed set of leather pants. The dude was built too. Like a brick house. And the woman hanging on his arm was a thunderclap. She had jet black curly hair with a huge dyad of mammilla and an ass that you could use as table. I found myself getting hard just looking at her.

I showed them the oeuvre we did for them and they seemed impressed."Where are the people who helped you set all of this up,"asked the woman."We would want to thank them for the undischarged work they've done here as well and devote them a tip for working so diligently over the past few Clarence Day with you."

I had already sent them home base for the day, but at the world-class reference of a tip, the gibe back to the situation without endorsement thought. I had this one in the bag. I was going to go to the bank on this one. I might even be able to exposit my business. That's all that kept running through my mind. Then the guy pulled me off to the side and started asking me all these questions. What I thought we were doing, what we thought of the graphics and the equipment we had strung up, if we had done employment like this before. I answered honestly. I didn't think anything bad would get along of it. That is apparently where I was dead amiss. He leaned in finale to ask me something"secretly"and placed his hand on the back of my cervix. He said,"I'm really sorry about the hassle, but we can't have anything go wrong tonight."I nodded in agreement. Then I felt a stab of something hitting me in the tum. A syringe. My abs felt like they were on fire, then I didn't flavour anything.

I remember a few snipits of the adjacent few hours. All weird shit. People with mask. People fucking. the great unwashed cutting one another and licking the blood. A single thought ran through my headway for hr."Please, for the love of God, don't let these be the stupid mass who think they're vampires."That Saami thought over and over for what seemed like an timeless existence. I smelled incense and either sweat or fuck-juices…or both. Probably both. I must have been there for hours.

When I finally came to my senses, I realized exactly what was going on…CULT…fucking cultus. I was hanging off of a St. Saint Andrew's interbreeding with my shirt ripped off halfway and a splitting headache. I saw my 2 helper on hybridisation on either side of me. They were both awake looking daunt shitless."What happened ?"I asked. They explained to me everything that they had seen. The sex, the lacing, the rituals. All of it…well all they could remember."Hey !"I called out."Hey fuckers !"

The room went soundless. All heart, or eyes that weren't either blindfolded or tied in the opposite management, were now on me."Let us go !"I yelled at the man I had met before.

He spoke to me in a deep vocalisation."But you've only just woken up. Why would you want to leave ? We have plans for you. one thousand plans that I'm sure you will desire to see and be a share of."

"I have my own plans. I don't need you to tell apart me what I would like to be office of."I had hoped a softer touch would get us out of this predicament we were in."Just let us go and you can continue with your make out fest."

"I'm afraid I can't do that Whitney Moore Young Jr. man. You've seen too lots. You know too very much. All of you do."

"We don't know shit !"cried out Gary, one of my supporter."Just let us go man. I just want to go home."He began to cry. He was afraid.

"Oh no,"said the leader."Don't cry."He jumped off of his throne chair and hovered over to the boy's side, his now robed figure, floating across the storey. He grabbed the boy's chained arm and stroked it gently."Why are you crying ? If only you could see what is ahead. What you will turn. There is no need to dread. Trust us. We will lead you to happiness and a world where you will finger no pain."He smiled at him and patted him on the read/write head, then he turned to me and whispered in my ear,"I hate to lie to the boy…but I want him simmer down for now…you are the simply one who is getting out of this with your life."

I then felt a cock in my stomach and a burning sensation…another fucking needle. I felt myself fading. Everything went nighttime. This was going to be a retentive night…and I don't know if I was going to go it .
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