The Ceremony

I started to scream, but it would do no good. Dumas nodded, seeming to appreciate not having to get rough. I looked at Valerie pleadingly. A wicked smile was on her face. She was going to watch, and probably get off on it. The chanting got louder. It was rhythmic and slow, Latin and Arabic mixed together. Both men's and women's voices. I felt my eyes want to close. Heavy incense drifted over me. Valerie lifted the bowl of grapes and circled me three times, chanting as she walked.

The lights seemed to flicker on the candles. A wind was rising. I started to breath deeply, praying the incense was drugged, hoping against hope that if I breathed enough of it, it would knock me out. No such luck. Dumas stood and threw the hood of his robe up over his head. He deftly untied the knot at the waist. His powerful body glowed with sweat as he chanted, his member pulsing with blood, lengthening.

Valerie smirked as she picked up the first grape. Quietly, she whispered to me "Maybe this will teach you to keep your legs shut around my men." I wanted to spit in her face. Instead, I closed my eyes, and felt her push the first grape against my hole. She leaned over and flicked my clit with her tongue and grinned wickedly. "I'm sure you'll enjoy this." she said, slipping the next grape in and flicking my clit. I shuddered involuntarily. I noticed that the chants were swirling around me. They were in a circle, rotating. Another grape, her warm tongue, another shudder. I was getting wet.

"Oh God, you can't be serious!" I thought to myself. More chanting. Dumas' painfully erect cock hovering over me, a drop of cum forming at the head. The chanting getting louder and louder. Another grape inside me, my pussy dripping, shvering. Her smooth tongue on my clit. I heard someone moaning lowly. It was me.

The chants were almost shouts now. Dumas was frantically tracing symbols in the air, his cock twitching spastically as incantations roared from his mouth. Valerie picked up the last grape, and pressed it into me. Dumas threw his arms wide and shouted "IO INCUBI!" and a thick drop of cum fell, as if it were in slow motion, from his cock, and landed in the center of my forehead.

The wind roared thru the chamber. I felt the impossibly hot semen on my skin, tingling wildly. I shook my head, but it wouldn't move. I struggled, pulling against the ropes, shivers and waves of pleasure radiating from my pussy. It was then that I realized that whatever it was they were using, it was in the grapes, not the smoke.

I realized that they had all retreated to the walls of the chamber. I smelled it before I saw it. It smelled like warm cum, sweat, and soaking wet panties. Its long, thin hand came into view first. The tips swelled like each one was a big toe, and something oozed out of them from under the thin fingernails. Its forearms were long, mottled gray, and full of wiry muscle. I braced myself to see its face. It was a gasmask, only made of flesh with gills and a snout meant for sucking the juices out. Its cold, impersonal eyes gleamed like wet billiard balls in the candlelight.

Then I saw its phallus, and I screamed.