The Black Room

I noticed that Will's not insubstantial member had swollen slightly. I really hoped this teenaged reptilian didn't pop a woody remembering the sexual excesses of that night.

"After the women were securely tied, eight other naked women, the hair of their heads removed, their bodies totally shaved and glistening with grease or oils, came into the temple and began painting the bodies of the bound women with symbols of the stars and planets. 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 openings."

"While they were doing this, several of the male priests - who were also naked and hairless - began whipping the women with soft whips of some sort. The eight women were soon crying out in pain and pleasure. The whippings and the rubbings continued until each woman had reached orgasm multiple times. After the women were hanging limp in their bonds from their ordeal, they were released from the frames and led over to spots directly in front of the portal. There were eight wooden frames lying on the ground. Each frame was encircled by small lamps that somehow burned with a very blue flame. It was very bright to our eyes and with the bright blue light, we could easily see everything through the portal. Several naked males entered. One lay down on his back in the center of each of the frames. The slave women used their mouths to make the males totally erect and then each impaled themselves on the males. The naked women who had earlier painted the bodies of the Tiamats, now bound the women's hands and feet somewhat loosely to the frame."

"The priests began to again whip the backs and buttocks of the bound women as they ground themselves against the males. This went on for several minutes until the priest who had organized everything shouted, 'It is time.'"

"With that more naked males entered. Their bodies had been painted so that half of them were brilliant yellow like the sun and half were a more subdued white like the moon. The suns took a position in front of each woman while the moons began to push the women down and lay across the them from behind. From the gasps of the women, it was obvious that the moon men were penetrating their back openings. The man, the woman, and the man underneath the woman all began moving and thrusting against each other. The women were soon moaning and calling out in pain and passion."

"The priest in charge then yelled out 'Now Marduk, shoot your arrow down Tiamat's throat,' and each of the males standing in front of the women put their very hard and erect penises in the women's mouths."

"'Hold back.... Hold back...' the priest kept repeating as the men and women thrust and thrashed together."

"'Hold back... Hold back.... Hold back...' It seemed to go on forever and then suddenly the priest yelled, 'NOW!'"

"The 24 men and 8 women all climaxed at the same time. By then there were many of us leaning against the portal watching everything and hoping that at least some of these wombs 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 feet, I realized that I was on the wrong side of the portal."

"Everyone began screaming. Three of the women had disappeared at the same moment that I had suddenly appeared and was now standing among them. A few of the priests bowed down facing me, but most grabbed weapons and began trying to force me out of the temple. Some high priest types who had been watching everything from a platform that we had not been able to see through the portal 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 priest, I ran from the temple. I hid in the city for a while until I learned how to properly disguise myself. Thus I began my odyssey to find my way home."

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

"Did you write the inscription on the stone?"

"No," he replied. "I just translated it. I keep translating it into the current language in hopes that someone can duplicate whatever it was that opened the portal."

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

"Calm down, Will. I'm not laughing at you. I am just remembering all the legends of blue devils that have come out of Ireland. Maybe they weren't legends after all. People must have seen you a couple of times over the ages. I believe you, and I think I can help you. You have come to the right man, but we don't have much time and it will be very expensive."

"I have accumulated a great deal of wealth through the centuries," replied Will. "What do you need."

"We need access to the Black Room."

"No problem. A cave that I have expanded and tunneled out runs underground from my estate 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 friends will be harmed or taken through the portal unless they want to do go."

"We will make a truce promise. It is binding on all my people."

"And we need a willing womb to be your sex slave during this ritual and probably to go with you back through the portal."

"That would be me." came a somewhat sleepy voice from the couch. Evidently the Blond in Black was awake and had been listening to us. She turned to Will and continued, "I have always been able feel your power. I have always been able to see your power through your disguise even though I have never before seen your true form. The power excites me. The danger is what drew me to you. I want you to use me. I want you to dominate me. I want you to hurt me for your own pleasure."

"Prove it," I barked out rather loudly.

"What...? How...?" she sputtered.

"Strip! Now! Everything!" I commanded, and to my surprise she immediately began to remove her black suit.

My next comments 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 penises - if that is what it was - I had ever seen.

"Use your mouth," he commanded the blonde.

Naked and on her knees she crept over to him and began to lick and suck on his prodigious member. Erect it was as almost as long as her arm and at least that large. Blondie worked to pull at least the tip into her mouth. Like a typical teenager, it didn't take Will long to cum. Copious amounts of thick grey 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 nerve."

Will didn't need much more encouraging. He pushed her over onto her back and thrust into her. From her squeals and screams I could tell 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 submissive pain slut those doubts were blasted away as his massive member stretched her cunt almost as if she were giving birth. She orgasmed with a high, long wailing scream.

She lay beneath him softly moaning a continuous "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh..." Will eventually recovered himself and, looking somewhat embarrassed, re-established his clothing disguise. After he had put his contacts back in, I spoke. "We only have a few days. This has to happen next Thursday night."

"But that isn'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 thing that you have gotten wrong all these years. Obviously you figured out what the timing had to be on this portal or whatever it is after the Roman conquests."

He looked startled. "Yes, but what does that have to do with it?"

"Since then, Halloween isn't Halloween. Samhain, the true Halloween is supposed to be on the night of the dark of the moon following the Autumnal Equinox. The Romans screwed up the date when they combined it with a Roman pagan harvest festival. They moved a lunar event to a solar calendar. The Babylonians had a solar-lunar calendar. The Roman calendar was purely solar. That Babylonian priest didn't get the date wrong. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was probably also one of your species trying to get home. He must have figured out that.... Will, your sun is much bluer that our sun, isn't it?"

"Yes it is, but what does that have to do with it?"

"Red light hurts your eyes, doesn't it? And you really can't see all that well in direct light from our sun? That's why the dark sunglasses and the contacts."

Will hesitated to reveal a weakness, but finally nodded his head and said, "Yes. I try to avoid the strong light of your sun."

"That explains it all," I continued. On the dark of the moon after the Autumnal Equinox there is no sunlight, not even the reflected sunlight from the moon. It is the darkest of the dark nights. Maybe any other dark of the moon would work, but there might be something with the alignments of the planets or whatever at that time that affects something in the portal, so that is when it works."

Will nodded as what I was explaining began to sink in.

"I think the blue light 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 flame. If it is half-alcohol and half water, the flame is the truest... and bluest. For Brandy, that is 100 proof. A pure blue flame. You folks must see that true blue alcohol flame best of all. A circle of blue flame around a naked sex show on a dark night was sure to attract watchers to the portal."

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

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

"Can you write in your home language?"

"What?" answered Will.

"Can you write in your home language. Can you make a sign that people on the other side of the portal can read? "

"I can etch a message on the portal itself. What do I need to say?"

"Put it on something in front of the portal so you don't have to write backwards. They are looking from the other side. Get some UV blacklilghts and light up your message so that they all can read it. Tell them to stand back from the portal until it is time to push. They will know when that time is right. Have them tether themselves to something to make sure that none of them fall through when the window opens. Make sure you tell them of our truce promise. And so that we can be sure there will be enough of them on the other side of the portal, tell them get ready for one hell 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 visage. I could tell it was a happy smile, but I would still hate to see that smile on a dark night.

Two days later a charter 787 set down at Cork airport in Ireland. I told Will that a plane that could carry 300 people was a bit of overkill for our small 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 favor I owe to one of the major shareholders."

Evidently he could see the look of concern on my face, because he continued, "You have complete documentation and tickets for a return trip. My solicitors will take care of everything once I am gone. If I have the wealth to buy one of Boeing's best just to get you into the country, I have the wealth 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 wrong, none of you were ever here."

Seeing my obvious discomfort at that comment, he chuckled and added, "I have learned a lot about humanity in 4000 years. I always keep my word, but I also always, as you say, cover my ass. You have nothing to fear from me. But if your plan goes wrong and you all die or disappear, I don't have to explain things to the authorities." This time the smile was almost reassuring.

By nightfall we were all at Will's estate and ready to begin setting up everything in the Black Room. Goddess Deanna had arranged everything. We had all the people and props and those who needed to know, knew what they had to do.

I had called Goddess Deanna while Will was still with me that first night. She knew everybody in a twelve state area who was into any form of alphabet 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 center of an ancient Babylonian sex ritual that inflicted a heavy mixture of pain and pleasure and carried the risk of being transported into another dimension where they would bear lizard children for the rest of their lives.

A long silence 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 skeptical when I warned her that some of the pain sluts might be taken through a portal in a rock wall, but instead, after I had completed the story, she just answered, "That explains the faces."

When I responded with a surprised "What?" she continued. "Every Halloween I used to have a big scene in an old mausoleum at this mansion I own upstate. No one had ever been buried there, so there shouldn't have been any ghosts, but every year someone would say that they saw faces staring at us from inside the black granite walls."

"A couple of years ago two of the slaves went missing overnight. The next morning, one slave's owner claimed she disappeared on him while they were having sex. He had her rigged with a TENS unit to shock her tits while he pumped her ass. He said that just as they were reaching that magic moment, she suddenly yelled out, "Yes, I am willing!" and she was gone and he was face down on the ground."

"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 business, but the truth 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 stone, his skin looked almost blue."

"It is blue," 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 willing and able to do what we needed. She then added, "I will have everything in place by tomorrow night. Price tag is a million five, cash in advance... plus an account for additional expenses that may go as high as another mil."

All Will said in response to that was "Bank routing number?" I handed the phone to him and Goddess Deanna gave him the information. He pulled a satellite phone from somewhere - maybe he has a built in pouch - again, I really don't want to know. He punched the keys for a few minutes until there was a loud beep. Then Will told Deanna, "Its in your account."

Will had everything ready when we entered the Black Room through his "tunneled out cave." It was a long carpeted hallway with concealed lighting and quality air handling. It was like walking between buildings in a major city. The first thing that I saw as we entered the Black Room were eight polished stones sitting beneath a bank of black lights, They were covered with what looked like ancient writing and were sitting in front of a massive black granite slab which covered one wall of the room.

I assumed that this must be the portal. That assumption was confirmed when I saw the inscriptions that Will has shown me that first night. They took up a small corner of the wall, but didn't block the view for the audience behind the portal.

A band of sorts, dressed apparently as Babylonian temple musicians, was playing an odd assortment of bells, chimes and harp-looking things. It wouldn't ever make the top ten on anybody's favorites, but it had an eerily sexual overtone to it as if it were calling to lusts buried deep within.

A hooded figure dressed in a deep blue robe stood in a blue tinged spotlight in the center of the Black Room. The figure cried out, "It's time," and I knew that it was Goddess Deanna under the robes. Sixteen naked male slaves, their bodies totally devoid of hair, processed into the room carrying eight wooden frames. They kept perfect step in time to the odd music. Their oiled bodies glistened in the blue lights as they set the triangular shaped frames in place upright along one of the side walls of the room.

They walked out silently, and returned a few moments later carrying an equal number of wooden frames that looked like large eight-pointed wooden stars. These they placed on the floor directly in front of the highly polished portal wall. Eight naked female slaves walked behind each frame. Their bodies were also totally hairless and glistening with oil. The females were each carrying a large basket 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 next to the baskets with their knees wide apart and as they took each lamp from the basket, they rubbed the body of the lamp against their sex until it was glistening with their juices. By the time all eight lamps were in place at the points of the stars, the female slaves were moaning loudly with arousal.

Goddess Deanna's voice broke the silence with a sharp command. "We are prepared. Bring in the sacrifices."

The hairless male and female slaves scampered silently from the room. The band changed tunes and began playing something that sounded more military - at least it had a regular beat of a drum and sounded like something that an ancient army might march to. Eight men, dressed in white tunics of some sort with folded headdresses that looked like something I once saw in a painting in a museum, entered in single file. They had wide leather belts around their waists and leather coverings on their forearms. Each held a braided leather leash, and at the end of that leash was a naked female.

The females were hairless except for their eyebrows and the long blond or red hair on their heads. I recognized the first female as the Blond in Black who had been in my place with Will that first night. Two of the others looked familiar. I had probably seen them at some event or another hosted by Goddess Deanna. One of the younger ones was trembling and seemed unsure of proceeding. An additional male, dressed like the others except in total black, stepped forward and struck her suddenly with a large whip. The crack of the whip reverberated in the stone room. The female stood still, almost rigid. I was thinking that if we didn't have willing sacrifices this might not work. For an instance I was upset that Deanna would have fluffed such an important detail, but then the female 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.