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I knew something was wrong the minute I opened my front door. My consternation were on and all ignitor were super acid, but someone was already inside. The little soft-ball cat toy was n't up against the door like it should have been as I opened the threshold. Maybe you have to be a little paranoid to always drop a cat toy just behind the door whenever you leave and then reckon for it against the door after you have slightly opened it, but just because you are paranoid does n't mean that there are n't people out there trying to get you.

I am a LOT paranoiac, and I do n't possess a cat, but the cat toy had been pushed all the way into the room and I knew absolutely that someone besides me had already opened this door.

I cursed myself for not having taken a weapon with me, but I had been at a neighborhood consortium company at the local fittingness club and it is pretty hard to hide a important artillery when you are dressed in just a pair of sweats over a swimsuit.

I kept my backrest to the wall and continued slowly into the room, my mitt moving along the wall to the painting of the breakers off the coast of ME. I noiselessly slid my handwriting beneath the house painting and into the concealment located behind it. I should have retrieved my Beretta 92FS 9mm pistol, one of four weapons I keep stashed around the post, but instead my hand closed on aught. The concealment was empty.

I was debating between retreating out the doorway and charging into the keep way when a voice called pleasantly from the early elbow room, `` You have an impressive array of weaponry, but I assure you we come in peace. Please join us. ``

With that the lightness came on in the following way. As the saying goes, `` If they wanted me dead I would be dead already, '' so I walked into my animation way to conjoin whoever it was that had defeated my warning device system and removed at least one of my defensive artillery from its hiding spot. I have to allow I was taken aback by what I saw as I came around the quoin. I have n't seen everything, but I have seen quite a bit and it takes a lot to surprise me. This surprised me.

Sitting on my couch were two mortal dressed like they had just finished filming the up-to-the-minute sequel to `` Men in inkiness. '' The one who had been speaking even looked quite a bit like Will John Smith. I knew he had been the one who was speaking because the other Man in Black was a woman. The black suit and sunglasses accented her wan pelt and shining blond hair, and the obviously tailored suit highlighted her well constitute boob, even as she sat stiffly on the couch. If it was possible to sit at tending, that is what both of them were doing.

Will said, `` I hope you enjoyed your party, '' and gestured for me to learn a derriere in the chair opposite them.

I prefer to pick my own seating transcription, so I instead slowly lowered myself into my recliner and pulled the lever to lean back as I asked, `` What do you ... agents want of me ? ``

As I moved the recliner back I wobbled the lever slightly side to side and pressed back twice with my heels against the leg financial support. The apparent motion were intended to search like the rule motility of a male person settling into his favorite hot seat, but the succession actually activated a special program on the certificate computer. The TV set mounted on the wall behind the two agent came on at a low light level and began to display the feed from the thermal imaging television camera mounted in the vent above me. Neither Agent in black noticed the image starting to form behind them. When the word picture slowly brightened, I would be able-bodied to see the heat signature tune of their bodies, and more importantly I would be able-bodied to see what weaponry they had concealed in their clothing.

'' I assume you are agents of some sort ? ``

As I spoke, my script slipped into the pocket-sized slot just above the lever on the side of the chairperson. I was hoping to recover my babe Browning. The 25 gauge is n't much of a weapon, but it beats throwing pillows at someone. I like it as a last resort because it is pocket-size enough to look out over in a nimble search, but at close range the seven shot clipping allows for a double two-one heart-head tap with one round left in the pistol.

volition smiled and held up the Elizabeth Barrett Browning. As he placed it on the table, he said softly, `` As I said, you have an telling array of weaponry for a passive man. ``

I did n't answer. Instead I pushed the two button located at the stern of the area that should cause held the Robert Browning. Will winced as the precipitous prongs of a taser mechanism punched through the cushion on which he was sitting. blonde in Black screamed and jumped to a standing position.

He smiled wryly and spoke softly, `` I guess I should have said that you have a VERY telling array of weaponry for a peaceful man. I thought that we had neutralized the ability author for that, but evidently there was still plenty power in the capacitance to trigger off the plungers. Lucky for me, there was n't decent charge for the power surge. May we now discuss why we are here ? ``

blond in Black, however, was more fix to curse than discuss. `` You son of a bitch, '' she screamed at volition. `` You said that thing was completely waste. Those prongs hit me right between the legs and the shock mechanism was fighting. It damn near burned my clit off ! ``

He smiled back at her. It was not a reassuring smile. The last man I saw smile like that put three bullets into my chest at end range. If I had n't been wearing a vest, I would have been dead. But I was, and so he was ... all in that is.

The warm smiling and cold eyes had their intended gist, however, and blonde in Negro suddenly regained her composure and sat back down on the lounge. Will coldly replied to her, `` If the shock system had been active you would be unconscious right now. ''

looking over at me, he added, `` chasten ? '' Then, as if we had not been interrupted at all, he repeated, `` May we NOW discuss why we are here ? ``

'' Sure, why the netherworld not, '' I replied. Actually I was starting to respect whoever this was. He was well trained, well prepared and not easily shaken. Obviously, he was one grievous son of a bitch.

'' We need your avail to puzzle out a mystery story, '' began volition. `` ... an old mystery from ancient Emerald Isle. '' With that he handed me various plane of paper. `` Do you have it away what these are ? ``

'' They are rubbing, '' I replied as I set them on the deep brown table between us, `` ... like you would cook from a tombstone. ``

'' Correct, but they are not from a tombstone. They are from the Negro Room at Douglas Moore 's Abby. ``

'' Never heard of it, '' I replied.

'' Very few multitude have, '' Will responded. `` And those who know of the Abby know zippo of the Black Room. The Black Room is n't actually in the Abby, but is sealed in an secret cavern on the grounds. The Franciscan who built the Abby thought it was a portal vein to hell, so they sealed it off. Through the centuries, everyone who has tried to unravel the secret of the Black Room has died or disappeared or been driven totally insane. The topical anesthetic Ithiel Town is called Galbally. The name means, 'The Town of the alien .'I have always found that name amusing. ``

He laughed. It was not a assure auditory sensation. Then he continued. As he spoke, he placed paper on the coffee tabular array in front of me. The outset detrition looked like ancient writings and as the spate grew the penning moved through various renditions of ancient Gaelic, into Old English people, and finally into advanced side. The top written matter read :
On the darkest of the morose nights
With blue flame of purest light
Within the circle of the morning star topology
Bound and subject from afar
Sun joins moon and earth joins sky
Until comes thunder from on gamey
If the ritual is true and taste
The solid threshold will spread out wide
But if you do not metre it well
You will see the depths of hell

I picked up the paper and held it up as if to record it. What I was actually doing was examining a little more closely the heat signatures displayed behind my visitant. I leaned back and again levered the recliner into the relaxed stance as if I was settling back to examine the papers. As I did so, I once again slither my handwriting into the pocket on the face of the chair. This meter I did not campaign both buttons, but instead pressed the top release rapidly three times and sat back up. I pretended to examine the paper while I waited for the backup system of rules to cycle.

Mentally I began counting down, `` Three, two, one ... .. ''

'' EEEIIIAAHH ! ''

Blond in Black screamed loudly and slumped over against Will as the taser charge surged against her nether region. This time there was an extra needle that contained a rather herculean tranquilizing. She would be out for some time. I noted that the mechanism had evidently once again plunged between her wooden leg. The backing had restored it to full power. She would be very sore for quite a while. Will labour her back over onto the couch and began to reach for the weapon I could n't identify, but now knew was in an inside pouch of his black suit.

'' Not necessary, '' I said quietly. `` I could consume triggered both sides, but I thought we needed to talk ... privately. ``

volition continued to move his hand slowly toward the weapon, so I got up from the chairman and stood alongside it with my workforce held slightly out from my sides and my digit spread. `` Look behind you, '' I said as I slowly raised my arm and pointed toward the heat camera display. `` I do n't bed what you are or where you are from, but you are definitely not from around here, are you ? ``

volition looked over his berm at the TV screen which displayed a rather denotative hotness image of the cleaning woman in black. She had rather large labia, a piercing in each nipple and apparently another piercing through the hood of her clit. If the taser hit that metal, she would definitely have burns. His own equally expressed image showed not a human heat pattern, but instead an almost reptilian- shaped heat persona.

He smiled. This time it was a real smile. `` They told me you were good. Over the years, I have always gone to the effective. Maybe you are the one who can help me at last. '' He gestured for me to refund to my seat. `` number 1 you tell me what you think is going on, and then I will tell you the existent story. ``

I was much to a greater extent unbend now. This could still go south, but it did n't appear to be a weapon situation connected to my primary line of work, it was more in bloodline with my `` Falco subbuteo '' of supplying technical support to exclusive clients concern in special forms of sexual pleasure.

'' Well, '' I began, `` for one matter you enjoyed watching your lad factor get shocked. Assuming that is your sexual equipment between your legs, there was a significant hotness growth when she squealed and jumped up that first off time. I assume you are n't screwing her regularly because you are bragging than any man I have ever seen and I do n't call back she could handle the equipment on a unconstipated basis, if you know what I mean. No womanhood could, so you probably have to get your jolly boat by inflicting nuisance, power or control. ``

'' Even if I tried your normal pairing practices, '' testament replied, `` there would be a great spate of pain involved. Some adult female actually enjoy the mixed bag of pleasure and botheration, but yes, I find that over the years I have begun to enjoy watching a homo woman in bother .... or pleasure ... or both. ''

He shrugged his shoulder. `` You take what you can get, and it has been a LONG time since I have been with one of my own kind. ``

'' I 'd say at least 2000 years, judgment by the Celtic runic letter. The oldest stuff looks Babylonian, so somehow this stone or stones or whatever it is got from Babylonia to Ireland. I would say that somehow one day a Celtic shaman or witch or fag or whatever either figured out how to afford the portal or accidentally opened it while doing some other ritual and you got caught on this side of the door when it closed. You 've been trying to get back, but you really do n't know how it works, do you ? ``

volition 's eyes were almost boring through me as he answered, `` Close. You are very, very safe. The only thing you got wrong is that it was still in Babylon when I fell through the portal site. I arranged for it to be taken to Egypt when the Hittites sacked the city. From there it went to Spain with the Phoenician intrusion. When the Celts were raiding the coastal town of Spain, I saw an chance to take it to a place of safety on that relatively low island. I hoped to be able to recreate the consequence that opened the portal in Babylon, but I have never been successful. I know that it was n't supposed to open like that, but I do n't sleep with for surely what triggered it. I 've come close several multiplication, but ... ``

He again shrugged in what was almost a Mediterranean gesture of surrender. `` I know it takes sex - mickle of sex. It has to be a fair-skinned woman with red hair. '' Looking at his unconscious better half he added, `` or blond haircloth. '' He smiled again - this time the cold smile - and continued, `` It has to be sex with a special kind of woman, and she has to be bound. It does n't have to be rape, but it has to be rough so that there is a mixture of pain and pleasure ... but it ca n't be unwilling. The fair sex has to be that exceptional type who needs both the pain and the pleasure to truly get sexually exited by what is happening to her. '' Another shrug. `` And the moment of climax has to be exactly at midnight on what you call Halloween. ``

He took off his shades and reached up to his eye. He removed what appeared to be two rather large contact lens and then looked back up at me with yellow, slitted eyes. His human face contorted slightly and for a second I thought that he was going to set on, but then he started to sob, `` But it does n't act upon. I ca n't get it right. I thought it had something to do with a 19 twelvemonth hertz or a 53 year rhythm, but regardless of how I try to set it up, it just does n't work. And sometimes when it almost works, the multitude in the circle are sometimes pulled through to the other side or they die or they lose their creative thinker but the portal site still does n't open. I 've tried everything through the centuries, but the damn room access just wo n't give ! ``

As he was crying, the black courting slowly dissolved away and so did the outward Will Smith appearing. He stood there naked, his down reptilian skin glistening softly in the brightness. The lounge lizard face smiled, if that is what you can call off it when there are no lips. `` Do you make how much mental energy it takes to hold such a strong mental jut for foresightful periods of time ? ''

He shuddered slightly as if he were loosening his muscles after a great feat. `` It helps if I choose a aspect that is somewhat familiar to the mass around me. Then their minds tend to fill in the details and I do n't let to be so exact. ``

Will sat back down and gave me another lizard smiling. `` I used to do a great Elvis ... '' He laughed remembering something about those Day, `` but I really do favour to project a dark skinned person. If I have to go for really light pelt, it can be very backbreaking to preserve for hanker point of time unless I am wearing some sort of true clothing that conceals my bodily conformation. Whenever I can, I try to outride in cultures that accept wearing robes. Then I only have to contrive the cheek and handwriting. I have projected a lot of mitt and faces through the centuries. ``

volition paused and again started laughing but now it was almost in an hysterical way. I thought he was going to fall back it, but he quickly composed himself and continued. `` The intent of the portal was to obtain ... I think you call them 'slaves ,'but that is n't quite the right word. They are willing slaves ... sexual slaves. They actually seek the pain of mating with us. I was told that you understand women who are like this. That is one of the grounds I came to you. ``

I nodded partly in agreement with his program line and partly to show him I was actually listening to him. He was now totally matter of fact, almost like a college prof giving a lecture. `` Somehow the portal knows their affection and minds, and if they are truly willing sexual slave - Male or female - the portal brings them back to our property. It is n't just for our pleasure, though that it role of it. Our species has no .... '' He paused as if trying to think of the decline Book and then continued with `` ... uterus bearers. It is potential for us to exchange genetic stuff between ourselves, but the murias - I think 'embryo'would be your closest tantamount word - must be implanted in a willing womb. If the uterus is not volition, the embryo will not ... attach. ``

'' You have no women ? '' I asked.

'' Male and female as you know them do not exist for us. In our metal money, as we approach maturity, we seek out a suitable collaborator or partners and rally hereditary sequences. '' He gestured toward an area on his side that looked more like a healed wound more than a opening night. I decided that I really did n't require to recognise the contingent of how they accomplished exchanging transmissible sequences.

'' That is only done once in our lifetime. The early 's genetic material is stored within us for future combination. We can moderate when such combining happens, but after the combination occurs, as the murias spring up within us, we are driven to find oneself suitable wombs in which to deposit the murias. Somehow, at some time, it was discovered that human females make the best uterus toter. That is why we seek homo female person - that and the fact that the human female person 's consistence seems to most greatly spark our desire to deposit a muria in their womb. Our attraction to man females is so substantial we find that it is often quite pleasurable to publish the fluid that carries the muria into a willing womb even if a muria is not demonstrate. ``

He looked slightly embarrassed. It was almost like talking to one of the local anaesthetic high school Kyd about sex. ... ... No, it was exactly like that.

Click ! ! ! I was beginning to get the picture. Either time moves very differently wherever Will was from or his species has an unbelievably long life span. In either case, I now understood exactly what was going on. volition was basically a horny adolescent who had gone to a peek appearance, fallen through the glassful and could n't get back into the consultation. Now he was asking me to figure out was what caused him to fall through the window and somehow get him back.

'' Tell me exactly what happened when you fell through the portal, '' I asked. His high temperature theme song flushed. Whatever happened was definitely embarrassing to him.

'' It was G of your years ago in what you call Babylon. The people there worshiped Marduk as god of the sun and Nanna-seun as goddess of the moonshine. The portal site were created in the temples so that we could get uterus during the fertility fete that celebrated the starting of the new solar succession. Each year at what you call the spring equinox, there would be one or two participants who were chosen by the portal to be womb holder. Occasionally there would be a manlike slave or two who were brought through purely for work and delight. ``

I must have looked displease because will added, `` I told you the portal will only ask those who truly desire deeply in their centre to be a sexual slave. I think you call such people submissives or pain sluts. ``

volition looked up at the ceiling as if he were envisioning something and then continued with his tale. `` Then there came a year in which one of the their priests came up with a new festivity. It was n't at the equal igniter and dismal clock time in the bound, but at what you call the autumnal or surrender equinox - or it was supposed to be. We can watch and listen through the portal, and we heard what the non-Christian priest told his mass, but he messed up his calculations. '' Another shrug. Will must have spent a lot of prison term in Spain or Italia. I expected him to start talking with his hands at any minute. `` Maybe the non-Christian priest did n't bring in a misunderstanding. Maybe he knew what would happen and intentionally moved the engagement. In any vitrine, the fete was several daytime late. ``

'' I do n't have it away what the function of the festival was supposed to be, but he somehow convinced them re-enact their conception myth where Marduk shoots an arrow down Tiamat 's throat and splits her trunk to organize the heavens and the earth. Eight char were brought into the temple. They were totally au naturel. Henna had been used to brighten the hair on their read/write head and all former hair had been removed from their bodies. Each woman was led into the room and made to bear within a wooden frame. Her arms were spread high above her caput and tied to the soma. Her stage were also widely spread and tied to the base of the frame. ``

I noticed that Will 's not jejune penis had swollen slightly. I really hoped this teenage reptilian did n't pop a woody remembering the intimate excessiveness of that night.

'' After the fair sex were securely tied, eight other naked women, the hair of their top dog removed, their bodies totally shaved and glistening with grease or oils, came into the temple and began painting the torso of the bound women with symbolization of the stars and satellite. After they were finished with that, they began rubbing oils into the women 's womb openings and back openings. They also began inserting carved wooden phalluses into both curtain raising. ``

'' While they were doing this, respective of the Male priests - who were also naked and hairless - began whipping the women with soft lash of some sorting. The eight women were soon crying out in pain and pleasure. The whipstitch and the friction continued until each char had reached orgasm multiple sentence. After the womanhood were hanging limp in their chemical bond from their ordeal, they were released from the frames and led over to berth directly in front of the portal. There were eight wooden inning lying on the ground. Each frame was encircled by small lamps that somehow burned with a very blue fire. It was very bright to our eyes and with the bright blue sky light source, we could easily see everything through the hepatic portal vein. various naked males entered. One lay down on his vertebral column in the pith of each of the frames. The slave womanhood used their mouth to stimulate the male person totally erect and then each impaled themselves on the males. The raw cleaning lady who had earlier painted the bodies of the Tiamats, now bound the adult female 's helping hand and fundament somewhat loosely to the frame. ``

'' The priests began to again trounce the cover and seat of the limit adult female as they ground themselves against the male person. This went on for several minutes until the priest who had organized everything shouted, 'It is prison term .'''

'' With that more naked male person entered. Their organic structure had been painted so that half of them were superb yellowed like the sun and half were a more subdued white like the moon. The suns took a position in front of each charwoman while the moons began to push the womanhood down and lay across the them from behind. From the pant of the womanhood, it was obvious that the lunar month men were penetrating their gage openings. The man, the cleaning lady, and the man underneath the cleaning lady all began moving and thrusting against each other. The women were soon moaning and calling out in pain and passion. ``

'' The non-Christian priest in charge then yelled out 'Now Baal Merodach, sprout your pointer down Tiamat 's pharynx ,'and each of the males standing in social movement of the cleaning woman put their very hard and tumid penises in the charwoman 's mouths. ``

'' 'Hold back .... Hold back ...'the non-Christian priest kept repeating as the men and woman stab and thrashed together. ``

'' 'Hold back ... custody back .... control back ...'It seemed to go on forever and then suddenly the non-Christian priest yelled, 'NOW !'''

'' The 24 men and 8 womanhood all climaxed at the same meter. By then there were many of us leaning against the portal watching everything and hoping that at least some of these womb would be drawn over to us. That 's when it happened. I was suddenly falling, and just as suddenly I found myself lying on the ground. When I got back to my metrical unit, I realized that I was on the awry position of the portal. ``

'' Everyone began screaming. Three of the womanhood had disappeared at the same moment that I had suddenly appeared and was now standing among them. A few of the priest bowed down facing me, but most seize artillery and began trying to force me out of the temple. Some high priest case who had been watching everything from a platform that we had not been able to see through the portal vein suddenly began shouting, 'He has summoned Asmodeus. Slay him !'''

'' Everyone turned to where the priest who had organized the festival had been standing, but he, too, had vanished leaving his robes piled in a heap where he had been standing. While everyone was shouting and looking for the non-Christian priest, I ran from the synagogue. I hid in the city for a while until I learned how to properly disguise myself. Thus I began my odyssey to discover my way family. ``

will looked at me with pleading eyes and asked, `` So, can you help me get home ? ``

`` Did you write the inscription on the Harlan Stone ? ``

'' No, '' he replied. `` I just translated it. I keep translating it into the current lyric in hopes that someone can double whatever it was that opened the portal. ``

I chuckled. Will did not like that and responded with what almost sounded like a fizzle.

'' Calm down, Will. I 'm not laughing at you. I am just remembering all the legends of blue devil devils that have come out of Irish Republic. Maybe they were n't legend after all. People must experience seen you a couple of sentence over the long time. I believe you, and I think I can assist you. You have come to the right man, but we do n't hold much time and it will be very expensive. ``

'' I have accumulated a great sight of wealth through the one C, '' replied volition. `` What do you want. ``

'' We need memory access to the Black person elbow room. ``

'' No trouble. A cave that I have expanded and tunneled out running underground from my demesne to the room. That is why I bought the estate. ``

'' I need a charter airplane to fly about fifty of my friends to Ireland. ``

'' No problem. ``

'' I need your assurance that neither I nor any of my booster will be harmed or taken through the portal vein unless they want to do go. ``

'' We will make a truce hope. It is binding on all my people. ``

'' And we need a willing uterus to be your sex slave during this ritual and probably to go with you back through the hepatic portal vein. ``

'' That would be me. '' came a somewhat sleepy vox from the couch. Evidently the Blond in Black person was arouse and had been listening to us. She turned to Will and continued, `` I have always been able sense your power. I have always been able to see your power through your disguise even though I have never before seen your admittedly form. The power excites me. The peril is what drew me to you. I want you to use me. I want you to rule me. I want you to offend me for your own delight. ``

'' show it, '' I barked out rather loudly.

'' What ... ? How ... ? '' she sputtered.

'' strip show ! Now ! Everything ! '' I commanded, and to my surprise she immediately began to polish off her black suit.

My succeeding input were directed at will. `` She needs to be your slave. Tell her what to do. Tell her what you want ! ``

Will responded by fully unleashing one of the largest penis - if that is what it was - I had ever seen.

'' Use your sassing, '' he commanded the blonde.

Naked and on her knees she crept over to him and began to work out and suck on his colossal penis. rear it was as almost as recollective as her arm and at least that declamatory. Blondie worked to rive at least the tip into her mouth. Like a typical stripling, it did n't ask volition long to cum. plentiful amount of money of thick grayish material flowed out of her mouth and onto her face and down her chest.

'' Put it inside me, '' she panted. `` Please, before I lose my spunk. ``

testament did n't need much more further. He pushed her over onto her spinal column and thrust into her. From her squeals and shriek I could distinguish that he bottomed out with about one-third of it inside her. Then he began pumping. If there was any doubt that she was a totally slavish pain slut those question were blasted away as his massive fellow member stretched her cunt almost as if she were giving birth. She orgasmed with a richly, hanker wailing scream.

She lay beneath him softly moaning a uninterrupted `` Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ... '' Will eventually recovered himself and, looking somewhat humiliated, re-established his clothing disguise. After he had put his physical contact back in, I spoke. `` We only have a few sidereal day. This has to happen following Thursday nighttime. ``

'' But that is n't Halloween, '' interjected will. The inscription says that the timing has to be exactly right. ``

'' Correct, '' I replied, `` and I think that is the one matter that you have gotten wrong all these old age. Obviously you figured out what the timing had to be on this portal site or whatever it is after the roman conquests. ``

He looked startled. `` Yes, but what does that let to do with it ? ``

'' Since then, Halloween is n't Halloween. Samhain, the true Halloween is supposed to be on the Nox of the dark of the Sun Myung Moon following the Autumnal Equinox. The Romans screwed up the escort when they combined it with a Roman pagan harvest festival. They moved a lunar issue to a solar calendar. The Babylonians had a solar-lunar calendar. The Roman calendar was purely solar. That Babylonian priest did n't get the appointment wrong. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was probably also one of your species trying to get plate. He must get figured out that .... testament, your sun is much bluer that our sun, is n't it ? ''

'' Yes it is, but what does that get to do with it ? ``

'' Red light hurt your eyes, does n't it ? And you really ca n't see all that well in direct light from our sun ? That 's why the dark sunglass and the touch. ``

Will hesitated to reveal a weakness, but finally nodded his question and said, `` Yes. I try to forfend the strong light of your sun. ``

'' That explains it all, '' I continued. On the wickedness of the moon after the Autumnal Equinox there is no sunlight, not even the reflected sunshine from the lunation. It is the darkest of the darkness nights. Maybe any former wickedness of the moon would work, but there might be something with the alinement of the planet or whatever at that sentence that affects something in the hepatic portal vein, so that is when it works. ``

will nodded as what I was explaining began to go under in.

'' I think the blue brightness is just to get your attention with something bright that you can easily see. When you burn alcohol rather than oil in a lamp you get a blue flaming. If it is half-alcohol and one-half body of water, the flame is the truest ... and bluest. For Brandy, that is 100 proof. A pure blue flame. You folks must see that true sorry inebriant flame serious of all. A circle of juicy fire around a bare sex show on a disconsolate nighttime was sure to attract watchers to the portal. ``

'' The Babylonian priest - whoever he was - was relying on such a big crew that when the forces - whatever they are - that hold the portal closed were weakest, the push of the crowd would force the barrier undefendable and he could slide back into your macrocosm. It worked. He did that. He got home. But you fell out. Maybe it takes the absence of any red Christ Within to leave the roadblock to open or maybe he just needed the aright number of horny young whatever-you-ares leaning against the portal. In any case, if we duplicate those weather condition on the darkest of dark nights, we should get you home. ``

testament was evidently processing all that I had just told him because his human face flickered in and out with the blue reptile visage occasionally showing through.

'' Can you write in your home language ? ``

'' What ? '' answered Will.

'' Can you write in your plate spoken language. Can you draw a sign that the great unwashed on the other face of the hepatic portal vein can say ? ``

'' I can etch a message on the hepatic portal vein itself. What do I need to say ? ``

'' Put it on something in front of the portal site so you do n't stimulate to drop a line backwards. They are looking from the early position. Get some UV blacklilghts and light up your message so that they all can scan it. Tell them to stand back from the portal until it is time to push. They will get laid when that prison term is right hand. Have them tether themselves to something to make for sure that none of them fall through when the windowpane opens. Make certain you tell them of our cease-fire promise. And so that we can be sure there will be enough of them on the other side of the portal, differentiate them get set for one Hades of a show that will be at least as good as the one they watched 4000 years ago. ``

Will smiled at me, his reptilian face slightly visible through his human mug. I could severalise it was a well-chosen grin, but I would still hate to see that smile on a gloomy night.

Two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later a charter 787 set down at Cork aerodrome in Hibernia. I told Will that a plane that could carry 300 citizenry was a bit of overkill for our lowly group, but he explained to me that the plane was being delivered to Aer Lingus and according to its manifest was carrying only a crew and flight test technicians. He added `` We needed to get everyone into the county with no questions asked, so I bought the plane for Aer Lingus to repay a party favor I owe to one of the major shareowner. ''

Evidently he could see the look of concern on my face, because he continued, `` You have sodding documentation and tickets for a return trip. My solicitor will use up care of everything once I am gone. If I have the wealth to buy one of Boeing 's ripe just to get you into the commonwealth, I have the wealthiness to see that you all leave the country very well rewarded if things go well. ``

He smiled - not the friendly smile - `` And if things go awry, none of you were ever here. ''

seeing my obvious discomfort at that comment, he chuckled and added, `` I have learned a lot about humans in 4000 eld. I always hold back my Word, but I also always, as you say, cover my ass. You have zilch to fear from me. But if your plan goes wrong and you all die or disappear, I do n't have got to explain things to the sanction. '' This time the smile was almost reassuring.

By nightfall we were all at testament 's estate and ready to get setting up everything in the total darkness Room. Goddess Deanna had arranged everything. We had all the people and props and those who needed to know, love what they had to do.

I had called Goddess Deanna while volition was still with me that first Nox. She knew everybody in a twelve State Department area who was into any human body of ABC's sex for fun or profit. I told her what we needed beginning with the fact that we needed seven pure pain sluts who would get off being the snapper of an antediluvian Babylonian sex ritual that inflicted a great mixture of pain and pleasure and carried the risk of exposure of being transported into another proportion where they would have lizard shaver for the rest of their liveliness.

A recollective muteness from her was followed by a single word ..., `` Pricey. ''

I told her everything that Will had explained to me. I had expected her to be unbelieving when I warned her that some of the pain slut might be taken through a portal site in a rock and roll wall, but instead, after I had completed the narrative, she just answered, `` That explains the faces. ``

When I responded with a storm `` What ? '' she continued. `` Every Allhallows Eve I used to have a big view in an old mausoleum at this mansion I own upstate. No one had ever been buried there, so there should n't have been any ghostwriter, but every class someone would say that they saw faces staring at us from inside the contraband granite walls. ``

'' A couple of years ago two of the slaves went missing overnight. The succeeding good morning, one slave 's possessor claimed she disappeared on him while they were having sex. He had her rigged with a TENS unit to ball over her titmouse while he pumped her ass. He said that just as they were reaching that trick here and now, she suddenly yelled out, `` Yes, I am unforced ! '' and she was gone and he was face down on the footing. ``

'' I told everyone that I stopped holding the event because sooner or later there was going to be police involvement and that would be very bad for line of work, but the accuracy is that same night I saw one of the faces myself. It looked like it was half man and half lizard. Seeing him reflected or whatever in the black gemstone, his skin looked almost blue. ``

'' It is dismal, '' I answered, `` and you are going to help his cousin get home. ``

Deanna gave one of her deep, throaty laughs and said, `` Wicked. '' That was her signature comment, so I knew she was unforced and able to do what we needed. She then added, `` I will let everything in place by tomorrow night. Mary Leontyne Price tag is a million five, John Cash in advance ... plus an news report for additional disbursal that may go as richly as another mil. ``

All will said in response to that was `` Bank routing identification number ? '' I handed the phone to him and Goddess Deanna gave him the info. He pulled a planet phone from somewhere - maybe he has a built in sack - again, I really do n't want to sleep together. He punched the cay for a few minutes until there was a tacky bleep. Then volition told Deanna, `` Its in your chronicle. ``

volition had everything set up when we entered the Black elbow room through his `` tunneled out cave. '' It was a long carpeted hallway with hold in lighting and quality air handling. It was like walking between building in a major city. The first thing that I saw as we entered the Black Room were eight polished stones sitting beneath a bank building of black sparkle, They were covered with what looked like ancient writing and were sitting in movement of a massive contraband granite slab which covered one bulwark of the room.

I assumed that this must be the portal. That premise was confirmed when I saw the inscriptions that Will has shown me that commencement dark. They took up a low corner of the paries, but did n't immobilize the view for the audience behind the portal.

A circle of sorts, dressed apparently as Babylonian temple player, was playing an odd assortment of ship's bell, chime and harp-looking things. It would n't ever pull in the top ten on anybody 's favorites, but it had an eerily intimate partial tone to it as if it were calling to lusts buried deep within.

A hooded figure dressed in a cryptical blue angel robe stood in a amobarbital sodium tinged spotlight in the kernel of the total darkness way. The figure cried out, `` It 's sentence, '' and I knew that it was Goddess Deanna under the robe. 16 nude Male hard worker, their bodies totally free of hair, processed into the way carrying eight wooden frame. They kept perfective tense step in sentence to the odd medicine. Their oiled bodies glistened in the blue luminosity as they set the triangular shaped frames in seat upright along one of the side paries of the room.

They walked out silently, and returned a few moments later carrying an equalise number of wooden form that looked like boastfully eight-pointed wooden stars. These they placed on the story directly in battlefront of the highly polish up portal paries. octad naked female slaves walked behind each frame. Their body were also totally hairless and glistening with oil. The females were each carrying a large hoop which they placed on the ground next to the star frames. The baskets contained small oil lamps which the female slaves began to place around the stars. The slaves knelt side by side to the baskets with their articulatio genus wide apart and as they took each lamp from the basket, they rubbed the dead body of the lamp against their sex until it was glistening with their succus. By the clock time all eight lamps were in place at the point of the stars, the female slaves were moaning loudly with arousal.

Goddess Deanna 's interpreter broke the silence with a acute command. `` We are cook. Bring in the sacrifices. ``

The hairless Male and distaff slaves scampered silently from the room. The band changed strain and began playing something that sounded more armed forces - at least it had a regular beatnik of a drum and sounded like something that an ancient U. S. Army might march to. octet men, dressed in white tunics of some form with pen up headdress that looked like something I once saw in a painting in a museum, entered in unmarried filing cabinet. They had all-embracing leather belts around their waistline and leather coverings on their forearms. Each held a lace leather tether, and at the end of that lead was a naked female.

The females were hairless except for their supercilium and the longsighted blond or red fuzz on their heads. I recognized the showtime female as the Blond in Black who had been in my place with Will that first night. Two of the others looked fellow. I had probably seen them at some upshot or another hosted by Goddess Deanna. One of the younger ace was trembling and seemed unsure of proceeding. An extra male person, dressed like the others except in total black, stepped forward and struck her suddenly with a expectant whip. The crack of the whip reverberated in the I. F. Stone room. The female stood still, almost rigid. I was thinking that if we did n't have willing sacrifice this might not mould. For an case I was upset that Deanna would feature fluffed such an important detail, but then the female person who had been struck shuddered, moaned loudly, and grabbed herself between the legs. The procession paused momentarily as she shook and cried out in an intense orgasm. If her mind had doubts, her body did not. She was a very willing part of this ritual.

The nude female person were led to the frames which stood upright along the side wall. The human body were triangular in figure. In unison, the slaves lifted their munition high above their promontory and the escort tied them firmly to short Sir Ernst Boris Chain which were secured to the top of the Triangle. The date then pulled the female'legs wide apart and secured them to the bottom corners of the triangles.

The escorts left, and the female slaves who had carried in the hoop of lamps returned carrying trays on which were several small grass of what looked comparable paint. They rubbed a blacken powdery substance over the secure female 's soundbox so that the skin of each was darkened to a grayish blue-black. Then they began painting shining blue, red and yellow stars on the female person 's skin. I do n't know what kind of paint they were using, but it appeared to dry instantly and did n't sully as the hairless females began to rub vegetable oil over the peel they had just painted.

One of the belittled pots that I thought was paint was not. It was some variety of grime or heavy oil. The slaves scooped up handfuls of that and began rubbing it into the plug forfeiture'cunt and ass. While they were doing this, the xvi hairless male slaves returned. Each held what looked like a soft, leather, multi-stranded whip. They began flogging the bound slaves. One stood on each side of meat of the Triangulum frames so that one was whipping the forfeit'back and one was whipping her front. The whip were sonant and probably did not inflict much in the way of pain, but from the sound of the leather hitting figure, they were apparently wet from having been soaked in something and snapped loudly with each strike.

The hairless females then took two dildos from the trays and began pumping them into the trollop slaves puss and ass. Deanna had shown me the dildos earlier. One was bright yellow and had the image of the sun embossed on the tip. The former slightly small-scale and was a flaccid white with the image of the moon on the tip. As the slaves plunged the dildos into the sluts, I could n't help but thinking that it gave a whole new significance to the word, `` mooning. ``

The combination of pain and delight had an contiguous effect on the trollop striver. Within moments they were thrashing in their bond. The whipping and the dildo action continued until each slut hard worker had climaxed multiple times. They were now dripping with their own sweat and sex juices and hanging limply in their bonds.

'' Enough, '' cried Goddess Deanna, and the hairless male and female slaves stepped away from the frames. The female walked over to the hotshot underframe, knelt and - after again rubbing the body of each lamp against their sex until it was glistening - lit the oil lamps. They must have been filled with 100 test copy alcoholic drink because there was now a bright roundabout of blasphemous light surrounding each star frame.

Goddess Deanna loudly clapped her hands and the escorts returned. They were followed by a product line of robed and hooded figure. A immediate tally told me there were sixteen dressed in whiten and eight dressed in black. Two white and one black figure went to each of the star frames.

The men robed in whiteness removed their robes. One lay on his back in the center of the ace build. The other stood at the base of the material body. Meanwhile, the bodyguard released the fornicatress slave from the triangle systema skeletale and led them over to the stars. The jade knelt succeeding to the Male and using their mouths quickly brought them to full erect. None of the men were of porn star proportionality, but all were significantly above average in distance and girth.

The sluts then turned their care to the standing male and also sucked him to full erection. Then they straddled the male on the undercoat and impaled themselves on his member. The man lying beneath her then pulled her tightly to him while the figure in total darkness secured her arms and articulatio talocruralis to the points of the whizz. After she was completely secured, the hairless male striver again began whipping her backbone as she thrust herself onto the SOB buried in her cunt.

The blue-hooded figure loudly clapped her men and the whippings stopped. The standing male person then stepped between the pain fornicatress 's peg and rammed himself into her ass. There is no other way to describe it. If the sluts had not been thoroughly stretched out by the dildos, the pain and tearing would have been overwhelming. Even with that, however, the sudden impalement by the well endowed men caused gasps and screams.

'' Slowly, slowly, '' instructed Goddess Deanna, and the men began to pump into the sluts.

'' Whips, '' barked Dianna and the hairless slaves again began to rack up the slovenly woman. The hussy were now totally lost in a blur of nuisance and pleasure. They had orgasmed so many times that the bound between pain and pleasure had long ago merged.

'' It is prison term for Baal Merodach to dissipate his arrow. ``

The image in total darkness threw off their gown. Five of them were men of stupendous natural endowment, but even they were dwarfed by the other three. One of the other three was will. I knew it was him because he was standing in front of the Blond in Black. The other two were evidently cousin-german of his that were also trapped on this side of the vena portae. I hoped there were no former surprises that will had neglected to observe to me.

Goddess Deanna was repeating in almost a chant, `` Hold back ... Hold back ... Hold back ...'

'' Hold back ... Hold back .... halt back ... '' Just as Will had described, it did seem to go on forever until Goddess Deanna screamed out, `` NOW ! ``

There was a blast of drear light and a daze wave that pushed me back against the wall as the 21 men, 8 women, and three whatevers climaxed together in massive orgasmic efflorescence.

Suddenly it was very quiet except for the diffused moaning of a mates of the slut slaves. will and his two cousins were gone. So was the Blond in blackness. I had expected that. Also gone were three of the former jade striver, two of the hairless women and one of the hairless men. I hope they find what they truly desired. If Will was truthful, they only took those who deep within themselves wanted to go.

Goddess Deanna folded back her cowl and turned to face me. `` I would say that was successful, '' she said. Then she continued, `` Sorry about not telling you about the other two. Will said that when he realized that this might play, he did a general advertizing blitz using his native language in the background. Basically he told anyone who could understand, 'If you are trapped here, I have a way to get home. touch me .'So we had three to send dwelling instead of just one. ``

A soft male spokesperson spoke from the shadows at the sharpness of the room, `` Mr W ? ``

'' I 'm W, '' I replied, and a very well dressed man carrying a briefcase stepped out of the darkness.

'' I am Mr Lithio 's solicitor. He instructed me concerning payment and reward if this was successful. ``

'' All participant will obtain that a suitable amount of money has been deposited in their checking or rescue accounts. All paperwork has been filed so there are no tax implications to this transaction. For you and for ... uhhh ... young woman Deanna, that amount is one million clam plus your expense. '' Facing Deanna, `` For you Goddess, that is in addition to the original agreed upon fee. For all other participants the measure is $ 250,000. Mr Lithio also instructed me to commit you this letter. ``

He handed me a missive which began, `` I apologize for deceiving you regarding how many of my variety would be here tonight. I truly did not jazz until today that there would be two Sir Thomas More of us to send base. I did deceive you in one early way, though More by omission that deceit. I have learned over the years, that, except for its size of it, there is nothing special about the portal site in the Black elbow room. Any highly polished stone will suffice. Shirley Temple Black stone works best. Large Oliver Stone give a heavy window but apparently have the risk of exposure of the portal opening under the right circumstances. ``

'' I have established a trust which will asseverate the lightlessness room as a sacred web site. Under current Torah that will protect it and for many old age to come. There is a clause which allows for 'certain desirable rituals deemed necessary by the trustees .'The trustees know who and what I am but are very well paid to observe secrets and to involve necessary step so that others keep the secret. There may be others of my variety who have somehow been trapped in your world. If anyone else responds to the notices that we have set up worldwide, the legal guardian will adjoin you and I trust that you or Deanna will arrange for a suitable rite. ``

The letter continued with typical effectual mumbo jumbo describing exactly how all of the transport were to come and how to run additional funds in case another `` ritual '' was needed.

The final paragraph was handwritten, possibly by Will himself. `` I have also legally established a trust for the lonesome purpose of fully funding an annual Halloween Party at Goddess Deanna 's New York estate. I am for certain that everyone nowadays on either side of the polished granite will greatly bask the eve 's celebration. I hope to see you there each year. ``

Deanna had been reading over my shoulder and when we finished the letter gave one of her throaty joke and said, `` Good. Now I do n't deliver to recollect to receive you. You have a lasting invitation. ``

'' I do n't know, '' I replied, hoping that she would see the twinkle in my eye as I spoke. `` I do n't bang if I want to try to execute in front line of an consultation of puritanic lizard with heavyweight pricks who might steal the young woman right out from under me. ``

She laughed again. `` It never bothered you when we were together that night in the grave accent thou under the full moon. ``

I looked somewhat puzzled and she added, `` I told you, I can see the faces. I have always been able to see the faces. They are always there watching from the polished gem ... any polished Isidor Feinstein Stone, commend ? ``

I had n't thought of that. Polished stones are everywhere, especially in necropolis. Sex in the graveyard will never be the same again.

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