Beetlesmith's Ch. 26

Think about the things that we should have done before.

The way things are going the end is about to fall.

We took the wrong step years ago...

Look around and see the warning close at hand.

Already weeds are writing their scriptures in the sand.

We took the wrong step years ago...

--We took the wrong step years agoby Hawkwind

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The first voice I heard when I came back to consciousness was Jackie's. "This goddamned video is going to make us a fucking fortune. Jerry, please tell me you got it all."

It was then I noticed Jerry, one of the roving cameramen, just behind me with a hand-held. I guess at some point Jackie decided she needed two cameras.

Jerry smiled while giving her a thumbs up.

I was still flat in my back with Lydia on top of me, her sated--for now--pussy still dripped arousal and her own ejaculate onto my chin.

I heard Karen command, "Jackie, I have a pronouncement. Pipe this throughout Wilderness and be sure our satellite clubs can hear it as well."

Jackie ran over to the side of the room and flipped a couple of switches and turned a few dials on a counsel and then pointed at Karen.

Karen's voice reverberated loudly from the speakers and echoed throughout the club in commanding fashion, "This is Vipsania of House Tiberius. To all good citizens of Roman Wilderness and to all our loyal patrons of our clubs from around the world, from this moment forward I now proclaim that Lydia Warren is a newly adopted ward of Tiberius the Great and shall forever be addressed as Domina by one and all. All rights and privileges granted to the upper echelon of the court shall be afforded to her without exception and without compromise.

"Now, everyone, please welcome Domina Lydia as your new mistress."

The whole club erupted in cheering, and a great mingled roar of revelry and acclaim could be heard from every quarter of Wilderness.

By now Lydia had gotten off me and was sitting on her heels at the edge of the bed watching Karen. Cum still covered her face as she openly wept listening to Karen's words and the cheering that accompanied them. Her tears, mingling with my leavings, produced a thick, milky mess that haphazardly fell onto her massive breasts and puddled on the bed at her knees.

Karen said laughingly, "You are such a big, beautiful mess my sweet Sunshine. Someone give Domina a towel."

Before any could be offered, a large assortment of men and women rushed up to Lydia and licked and kissed her face and breasts clean of semen, saliva, mascara, and tears.

Karen placed her hands on both of Lydia's cheeks, and pulling her up to stand with her, she sweetly kissed my new ward on the lips. Karen then removed her purple stola and wrapped Lydia in it, and said, "My gift to you. Purple is the color of royalty, and from now on you shall always wear it. Those of us who love you, welcome you to House Tiberius."

Lydia was crying again.

Karen continued, "I think this demands a procession. Lydia, walk through the club wearing your new stola and show all the citizens Tiberius' newly born ward. Everyone, follow your new Mistress. See to her every whim and pleasure. Make this procession a long remembered one in the annals of Roman Wilderness."

Jackie broke in, excitedly but with obvious disappointment, "Wait! What about your special production? We've got the cameras all set up and everything."

"I've changed my mind," Karen responded, and then said as she patted Jackie's cheek to calm her, "Could you be a dear and leave us for a while. Denise, I'm sorry but could you go with Jackie, too? You too, Slut, but stand outside the door and be ready if I call."

Denise wrapped an arm around Jackie's waist, and said, "Come on Jackie. It seems four's a crowd. Let's take a dip in the pool together. There should be lots of slaves there at this time. I'm in the mood for something young, hard, and refreshing, and definitely more than one."

When she heard the door click closed, Karen sat back down next to Gloria on the settee, and said, "I'm glad to have the Lydia-thorn out of my side."

"You saw it then?" I asked.

She nodded her head, and then added, "I felt a little sad when it happened."

Picking up a towel, I dried my face and hair of Lydia's ejaculate, and said as I nodded in agreement, "I also feel the need to take a shower. Dirty business in more ways than one."

Gloria had learned long ago to ignore Karen and I when we talked in our special code--seeing that we rarely explain ourselves, and if we try to, she doesn't understand, anyway.

"How much do you think mentioning Gregor's change affected her decision?" Karen asked after a long silence.

"Hard to tell; however, added with all the other things that played through her mind when I guilted her without mercy, it probably tipped the balance in our favor." Looking directly at Gloria, I added, "I find it more than coincidental that Gregor didn't see any color tonight, which put everything in motion."

Gloria knew what I meant and reacted quickly to my accusing words, "I didn't do that on purpose!"

"Yes you did, whether you want to admit it or not. You felt like causing havoc tonight and it worked."

Gloria was going to defend her actions, but I continued, "Don't get me wrong. I don't think you were targeting Gregor, specifically. It could have been De Vries or a wandering club member that fell for the bait. And believe me, without color, your lovely ass is most enticing for a randy male when you're hanging from the ceiling. I'm just saying I find it interesting it was Gregor, Lydia's favorite 'swordsman' that fell into your trap."

Gloria didn't say anything at first, and then point an accusing finger of her own, "What did you and Karen have against her? I liked Lydia..."

"So do I," I said quickly, "I didn't treat her the way I did because I disliked her. I had other reasons that I can't explain."

"What about you, Karen?" Gloria asked, "What did you have against her?"

"Like Will, I love Lydia. What I did, I did to help Will. That's all. Besides, you're making it sound like we did something bad."

"I know you and Will too well. There was something more going on than turning Lydia into a Wilderness cock slut. I don't know if the results are bad or your reasons are bad, as you say, but there's something that doesn't seem right between her and you two."

"You're right about that," I confirmed, "There was always something not quite right about her."

Gloria gave me that 'what the fuck does that mean,' look.

I tried to explain, "I don't know why there was something wrong with her. I just had this feeling. So, let's just say I needed her with me... with us... an ally, for want of a better word. I wanted her loyalty to us, body and soul." I looked at Gloria long and hard before ending my thought, "Let it be, now."

Karen asked, "How do you know it really worked? I mean besides that thing... that light, or whatever it was that went bye-bye."

"What light?" Gloria asked, perplexed.

"Never mind," Karen answered, sorry now that she had brought it up by ignoring my request to leave the subject of Lydia alone.

I answered Karen, anyway, "Because that nattering nabob that was in my head is finally gone." Then turning to Gloria, I said quickly and with some irritation, "And if you ask what nabob I'm..."

She threw up her hands, stopping me. She knew it was no use asking further. All she said thereafter was a forlorn, "I really liked her," as if we'd never see Lydia again.

The three of us sat in quiet contemplation for some time. Each of us coming to our own realization of what this past year meant. After a while I added, almost as an afterthought, "Maybe there's an object lesson in Lydia."

Karen's interest spiked, "Such as?"

"That no matter how morally decrepit and debauched we may get, there is still hope for redemption."

"Here we go again," Gloria said quietly and with exasperation.

"You've got to quit doing this. You're scaring us with this... this redemption talk lately," Karen added.

"I don't mean to. I'm just thinking nonsense out loud."

"But that's what worries us. You're thinking these things, and then you spout off at odd times like this. And speaking of oddities, don't get me started on those trances of yours. How long are those going to continue?"

I didn't answer, and I didn't continue explaining the idea of redemption with them, mostly because I thought it only concerned me. However, it was an idea that had been occupying my mind for almost as long as Lydia herself had occupied it.

For a year, I watched Lydia preform every deviant sex act imaginable. She sucked more cock and swallowed more cum than just about anyone at the club. Her love for cock and raunchy sex was insatiable, but through all the multiple orgies, night after lust-filled night, her internal light never dimmed. It was always present, a low burning ember just waiting, I suspect, for the right metaphorical wind to catch it and send it blazing again. I took it to mean that given all her sins--sins committed with a free will--that she could still have been redeemed and used for good by whatever powers could control her.

Could that be my fate, as well? For all that I have done, could I still turn things around and change my 'inevitable' fate and destination if the right wind came along?

It gave me hope.

I said to Karen, "Let's forget about Lydia for now. What's done is done, and we can't change that. Before we get to what's really on your mind, which is the reason you had Gloria stayed behind, why don't you tell me what happened to your special production? I was looking forward to it."

Her face went flush with embarrassment, as she let out a small laugh. "I was thinking about it ever since I asked you in the pleasure grotto, but I couldn't think of anything original, or even good. I figured, how in the fuck could I exhibition for a man who's already seen and done everything? Then, to put the cherry on top of the raunchy sundae, I just saw that everything played out in front of me in real time between you and Lydia. So, what's the use? How could anything come close to matching what I just saw, and you just did? So, let's not worry about that, either."

I nodded, thoughtfully, "Okay. Let's put it out of our minds. Now, tell me the real reason why you and Gloria wanted me to stay behind?"

A serious look descended across her face before she spoke. "I need you to answer this for me, and if the answer goes against me, I will respect it because I love you."

The tone of her voice had me befuddled and surprised. Normally, my sixth sense would have tipped me off about things like this, but no longer. Both Karen and Gloria were, indeed, becoming complete blanks to me. I interrupted her, not trying to hide my surprise, "Goes against you? What do you mean? How could I go against you for fuck's sake?"

"Please, Will, just let me get it out first before you ask questions." She paused for a moment, as if mustering all her strength, and then asked, "Which of us do you love? Gloria and I have talked about this, and we need to know. If you love Gloria more than me, I will understand and begin to step away. But when I do, I hope all of us can remain friends and still do things together. If you love her more, I know I'll have to... to give you up. I'll be able to accept this in time, but I need to know. I need time to prepare."

That figures. After a fucking year of orgies, Roman Wilderness, and my monogamous attentions to Gloria, she's questioning my affections for her.

Things were, indeed, moving in the Universe. First, and for months now, dealing with Karen and Gloria's out-of-the-ordinary cattiness with each other. That, combined with Gloria's uncommon sullenness and Karen's unusual indifference to her best friend were surprising and irritating. Then, right out of the blue, after a year of silent longing, Lydia requests a special Jackie production with me. Added to all that: the fighting between members, the breaking of Wilderness' cardinal sin by an outsider, Gregor's mishap, and all of it happening in one night. Things were changing.

Then there was something that I've kept very close to myself, not telling or even hinting at to anyone. For the past couple of weeks my dreams have become more and more violent, the main themes, of which, center around eliminating my perceived enemies in the most ruthless and brutally grotesque manner.

As far as I knew, I had no enemies in my life, but my dreams were polluted with them, scores of them, and I took great pleasuring in hanging them, flaying them, garroting, and beating them to death for even the slightest perceived insult. Worse still, in my dreams all my loved ones, Karen, Gloria, Denise, even Jackie, stood by my side and cheered on my homicidal cruelty. They had become as corrupted by evil as I had.

I kept telling myself that they were only dreams. They didn't even represent some outlandishly twisted, fanciful version of reality. However, if I had been honest with myself, I would have known that the dreams pointed an accusing finger at me, telling me that I had corrupted everyone, even those that I most loved and cherished, and that their destinies were intertwined with my own. But I ignored these warnings, thinking they were only a product of a guilt-ridden, paranoid mind.

Now, thinking of the meaning of Karen's question I can see all the signs. Change was coming. I could feel it as the normal routines of my life were slowly being replaced with uncertainty and chaos.

Looking at Gloria, I asked, "Are you having the same feelings as Karen?"

She nodded her head before answering, "It's not right to Karen that you should be... That maybe you've fallen more in love with me and out of love with Karen... maybe just a little. If so, you should be honest with her."

Looking at them both, I said, "You're not going to like my answer."

"We need to know," they said in unison.

"Before I answer, first tell me where these thoughts are coming from?"

Karen responded, "The question of your love has been on both of our minds because you're treating us differently."

"I thought that might be it. It's funny that you're bringing this up now, after more than a year..."

"We noticed it before. Right from the start," Karen interrupted, "I thought it might be a temporary thing, Gloria being new to the group and obviously in love with you. But now I'm not so sure it's just Gloria."

Gloria started to protest but Karen cut her off, "Oh quit denying it. Everyone knows you're in love with Will, and it's okay. I love you. You love Will."

Gloria interrupted, "Why is this always one-sided with you! I love you too, Karen!"

Karen smiled at her. "Yes, I know you do, but the question is, who does Will love?"

"Both of you," I answered emphatically and without hesitation.

Karen sounded annoyed, "Yes. Yes, of course. I get it. You don't want to sound like you're playing favorites, but deep down inside I can't help but feel you favor Gloria now. Just tell us who you love more."

"More? So whatever scintilla of difference I may feel for one relative to the other is of extreme importance now?" I just shook my head in frustration before explaining, "I had hoped my treatment of you both would go unnoticed because I had good reasons that I really didn't want to explain. They were necessary and had little to do with how much I loved you or Gloria, or that my love is somehow expressed in my actions toward you both. But I can see how you might make the inference that I love you differently from before, or even less.

"I know on one hand Gloria sees that I give you full reign to explore your sexual side. She sees you doing things that she may want to do but can't because I won't let her. Quite rightly, she thinks it's unfair and she resents it. And, of course, that resentment is sometimes directed at you, because I favor you with freedom she can't have.

"On the other hand, you see how I treat Gloria with deference and with restrictions. The kind of restrictions I used to impose on you, but no longer. You interpret that as me making Gloria special, keeping her to myself, as I made you special by keeping you all to myself. Added to that, I now let you fuck whoever you want, and you think it's because I don't care about you as much. So now you think I love Gloria more than you because I'm elevating her to a position where you used to be, as my wife."

"Well, aren't you?" Karen asked, defensively, finding it difficult to hide her hurt feelings.

"You should have performed your special production for me. I was looking forward to it."

"What? Why are you changing the subject?" she asked, frustrated.

"I'm not." I smiled a little at the irony, then continued, "I'm surprised you haven't figured out that one of my greatest joys this past year is watching you pleasure yourself with other men. I know it hasn't always been the case, and maybe that's why you haven't noticed. When all this began with the elixir, I had a problem with you getting pleasure from other men. But I realized my jealousy was hypocritical. I couldn't expect you not to fuck other men while I fucked other women. So, I accepted your nature out of equity and fairness."

"My nature?"

"I know you love me. Emphatically. That cannot be denied. Just like my love for you cannot be denied. However, I also know you like to fuck other men, and in many ways, I think you love playing the slut for me."

Karen smiled slyly upon hearing the truth in my words.

"Once I realized how you love being my personal cock whore, I accepted it all. I've came to learn that there's something about looking into your eyes as we both fuck other partners that... I don't know, it's like we're guiding each other, directing each other, feeding off each other's sexuality and lust, and making it even more erotic and intense than it could ever be on its own. It's a feeling near indescribable for me."

"You're right, I didn't know any of this about you. I thought you just came to terms with it, and... and shifted your desires to..."

"I know, to Gloria. You thought I needed fidelity in a partner... Any partner. Which was why I was making her stay monogamous to me."

"Will, I did say long ago we didn't need to do the group thing. I'd have loved you just the same and would have been happy in our marriage."

"Yes, I remember that, but I don't think you would have been truly happy. Certainly not content. Besides, look at what we would have missed if we had stopped. I don't think we would have come to know each other with the depth and breadth we do now if we hadn't traveled this path together."

Both Karen and Gloria nodded their heads in agreement, knowing that I was right.

I took each of them by the hand and led them to the bed. Kissing them both before sitting between them, I asked Karen, "And now to your first question. Do you remember?"

"Which of us do you love more, and you said we wouldn't like the answer."

I sweetly kissed her lips, and said, "I love you more now than I ever have." Then kissing Gloria, I continued, "But I also love you with equal measure. I'm sorry I can't give you what you want: clear, unambiguous declaration of my love to either of you. I can only give you the truth. I love you both... equally and unconditionally. And if either or you were to stop loving me and stop making love to me, I would still love you with the intensity that I do now." I paused for a moment to let them think on it before continuing, "So, if you do this terrible thing of forcing me to choose who I love more because you need some type of reassurance or closure even though there isn't an answer to give, then I shall leave."

"Leave? W-Where would you go?"

I had just thrown that statement out as a soft threat and without much thought about it until now. All I knew was that I couldn't explain my feelings well enough to get them to stop this questioning, and I wanted them to stop. However, my threat made sense as I thought about it now. After a year of our relationship evolving as it had, the only logical course would be that if I couldn't be with both, I wouldn't stay with either of them. I couldn't see myself living with one and not the other.

I answered with a somewhat flippant tone, "I don't know. Away. To a place where you or Gloria couldn't find me. If I can't have both of you then it is best I leave you both. It would be better for all of us that way."

"I wouldn't want that," Karen said, as her eyes began to water.

"Neither would I," Gloria said, softly.

"And neither would I. So, believe me when I say I love you both with equal measure and let's end this talk."

Karen thought for a moment before asking, "It still doesn't explain why you treat Gloria differently than me?"

"It's not because I love her more than you. Or think of her as my new wife, supplanting you. I hope you know that now."

"Then why?"

And so, we reached that point I tried hard to avoid, explaining those tedious inconsistencies in our relationship born from Beetlesmith's obnoxious, virginal demands. I never thought of a good answer, so I tried to ignore it. Now, Karen would not let it go and was forcing the issue.

"I had reasons. Good reasons. And I would say they were defended by magical reasons, or have you forgotten about what happened to Gregor and his painfully shrinking dick?"

"We always thought that what happened to the imbeciles was you punishing those who didn't listen to your commands."

I shook my head.

"Then what the fuck?! Who?! What?!" Karen asked with an extreme alarm.

"We are going to have children," I answered, side-stepping the issue.

They sat, dumbfounded, silent and ridged, their mouths hung agape, making them look like so much trout tethered to a stringer.

They've learned long ago to stop asking the infernally obvious, 'How do you know?' Instead, Gloria asked, "A-Am I pregnant now?"

"I don't think so. Not yet anyway."

Gloria's face bloomed into a great, joyful smile as she placed her hands gently on her stomach. "A-And will it be a boy or girl?"

"Boys."

"B-Boys? I'm having twins?"

I looked at Karen, long and hard. She stared back at me with both love and affection, but also with a natural tinge of jealousy. I smiled at her, and said, "No. You both will have a boy."

"What?!" they erupted, simultaneously, "How?!"

I didn't answer, and instead continued along a different track, "Which is why, after the events tonight, I've decided to start stepping away from Wilderness. We have more than enough money to last ten times ten lifetimes, so there's no point in our continual involvement with the club except as some shallow, narcissistic exercise to vanity. I don't want that. And it would be unseemly for my ladies to attend orgies while showing."

"When is all this going to happen?" Karen asked, excitedly.

"Like I said, I'm not sure, but I feel it will be soon. As for the club, let's have one last night of pure, undiluted sexual fun, and then over the course of the following year we'll spend less time here. Eventually we'll hand the reins to the club over to Jackie and Portnoy; although, without our influence I doubt it will remain a viable concern. Oh well, all good things end, as they say."

It was way too much information for them to process in such a short period of time, which was my intent. They still had numerous questions, but the new prospect of becoming mothers was almost too overwhelming for them to ask any more.

I kissed Karen long and hard and then held her tight against me. I could feel her tears on my cheek and neck. She began to say, "I don't know how to feel about..."

"Don't you want a child?"

Tears now streamed down her cheeks as she answered, "Of course I do, more than anything in the world. I just didn't think..."

"Then let's not question it anymore tonight. Let's leave these remaining questions for another day." Then pulling Gloria into us, I asked, "Agreed?"

She kissed me passionately as an answer while making me hard as a rock again.

Getting up from the bed, I walked over to Jackie's camera unit that was still set up in front of us, "Now, let's get back to more immediate matters. Although you couldn't think of a special production, I have." Switching on the camera to record, I ended, "I think we should give the world something to really remember us by."

**

It was sometime later. Karen and Gloria were putting the finishing touches on our special production by kissing and licking my sticky leavings from their beautiful faces and lips when we heard a knock on the door.

"Enter!" I commanded.

Seeing Slut poke her head into the room, I said, "Ah, Slut. You're just what we need to round out our production, a young lass with heavy tits and wide hips. Both perfect for jiggling, jangling, bouncing and fucking. Come here my slave, and grease that luscious ass up and sit on my always ready pole."

Slut stared at my still massive hard-on and licked her lips ever so subtly. Then closing her eyes while shaking her head to drive the thought away for a moment, she said, "I'm sorry Dominus. Domina Jackie asked me to tell you your attendance is needed in the Tiberius Grotto."

"That presumptuous little cunt, what does she want now?" Karen asked with muted exasperation before pulling my cock deep into her mouth, again.

"I suspect it's time for the mid-evening orgy," I answered, off-handedly.

"Yes. That's what she implied, Dominus," Slut confirmed.

**

The mid-evening orgy was just that. Sometime around the middle of 'business hours,' or a little after, everyone would gather back in the main pleasure grotto to resume another mass orgy, this time with Jackie serving as Mistress of Ceremonies.

For some reason Karen was flummoxed hearing that the games were beginning so soon, "Wait, I don't think it's even close to mid-evening yet. What time is it? It can't be time for this. Gloria, what time is it?"

No sooner had the words left her mouth than Karen realized the imbecility of her request and winced. She was about to clarify her meaning, but Gloria cut her to the quick, "Yes, your Highness, by all means, your Highness, let me check. I always carry a clock up my ass... Oh wait, I don't. Maybe you should check the one you stow up your twat, instead. I hear it go 'ding' every time Will goes deep."

"God, everyone's so funny tonight. Funny. Funny. Funny. Gloria the funny whore."

"All the best to torture you with, my lady," Gloria said smiling. "Now, my slutty Highness, give us a kiss."

They wrapped themselves up in each other's arms and fell into a long, deep kiss that would make a Castrato hard and sing baritone just from watching.

It's nice that things were getting back to normal, at least between Karen and Gloria. Just a little good-natured bickering quickly followed up by passionate apologizing and forgiveness.

Letting them play for a bit longer, I finally said, "I suppose we should make our way to the grotto."

"No, it's too soon," Karen whined, "I think we should do what you suggested with Slut."

"No. This would be a good time to do what I suggested earlier and begin to hand the reins of the club over to Jackie."

Karen couldn't hide the disappointment in her voice, as she commented curtly. "Fine. Are we going to participate or just manipulate from the throne? I'd like to..."

"You can join in if you like," I interrupted, "I'm just going to watch from the dais for a while and maybe play puppeteer."

"Fine," Karen huffed with disappointment, "Then I'd like to wear something other than your chain."

"Me too," Gloria added.

I said, laughingly, "When did my cock slaves get so modest?" Turning to Slut, I commanded, "Find some stolas for my ladies."

"At once, Dominus," she said, and closed the door behind her.

Wrapping my arms around my two ladies, I pull them down to me, while making them giggle like carefree schoolgirls. "That should take her a while. Now, what should we do in the meantime?"

*****

The orgy was in full swing when we got back to the pleasure grotto, and Jackie surpassed herself directing the sexual decadence of the event. Everyone and everything was covered in fine mineral oil. The overheated flesh of the members' bodies sensuously slid and slithered against each other as a den of snakes. All holes, slickened, gaping and wanting, accepted any and all hardened cocks effortlessly, no matter the number or size. The eroticism of the scene was breathtaking. So much so that even some of the brotherhood and sisterhood were in attendance, using and being used by one and all--unheard of before now.

Not wanting to miss a moment more of this spectacle, the three of us quickly took our seats on the dais. After watching a bit, I commented, laughingly, "I'm glad we came. It would have been a shame to miss this, but holy shit, the slaves are going to be working overtime cleaning this mess up in the morning."

"Where did Jackie get the idea for this?" Karen asked, excitedly. "And where the fuck did she get so much baby oil?"

I laughed again. "She must have had it delivered by tanker truck. As for the idea, I'd say it's a homage in honor of you and our first orgy. Remember your, 'Anything goes,' fuck-fest when Roman Wilderness wasn't even a forethought? Well, here it is again, writ large."

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Karen said as exclamation before falling silent to watch.

Looking deep into the pit, I caught a sight of Jackie standing in the middle of the oiled and glistening spectacle--looking every bit like a female Poseidon rising above her shimmering realm of a fleshy sea. Her legs were parted, allowing a male slave ample room as she pushed his head and mouth hard against her pussy. Her other hand was clamped tightly on another lad's head, forcing his face and tongue deeper between her buttocks. We could barely hear her voice above the load clamor of the orgy as she bellowed another command through her mounting orgasm. "All r-right, f-fill every f-fucking h-hole you see! Make all those lovely bitches gush!" And just like that, everyone on the floor shifted to new pairings with double, triple, and even quadruple penetrations becoming the order of the moment.

I smiled watching unremittent joy and lust bloom across Karen's flushed face. Standing, she let her stola slide off her shoulders and fall to the floor. Kissing me deeply, she said, "I've changed my mind. I'm getting neck-deep into one of those piles."

"Only one?"

While playfully stroking my cock, she answered with a wink, "So many hard cocks and so little time. Don't wait up for me, daddy."

Gloria and I watched her scamper down the stairs, making a beeline toward Denise.

Denise was just finishing up a meaty cock as another was still pounding eight inches into her ass. While still pumping the rod into her mouth with a slow-moving, sensual hand, she parted her lips allowing his heavy cream to flow down his shaft and over her fingers.

When Karen reached her, Denise offered her the temporarily deflating cock, and Karen sucked and licked it greedily. Once cleaned, Karen set about licking the heavy strands off Denise's offered fingers. As soon as the fingers were clean, Karen shifted forward and laid across Denise's back so that she got a nice bird's-eye view of her friend's ass fucking.

For a moment, Karen looked back to see if I was watching her. Then she mouthed something to the member fucking Denise. He quickly pulled out, allowing Karen to jerk his heavy load across her pouty lips and into her hungry mouth.

Filled from throat to gums with cum, Karen dropped a large 'snowball' into Denise's opened mouth, and there, each of them played with it, passing it back and forth between them with their tongues as they passionately kissed.

"Karen's on a tear tonight," Gloria observed, laughingly.

"I get a kick out of Karen always railing on about Darcy and Lisa's cum fetish being weird, when her and Denise are just as gluttonous for male cream."

Both the women were ravenous tonight, but Karen especially. And as I focused on her 'entertaining' one club member after another, I felt that familiar tingle at the base of my neck. Suddenly, I sensed that the club and everyone inside it was rushing toward me, or past me--hard to tell which. Then, all at once, I was outside myself. My spirit or soul, or whatever you want to call it, was floating free, high above the grotto floor.

Looking back at the dais, I saw my physical self still sitting on the throne. And there I would remain seated in a semi-catatonic state as my spirit-self roamed throughout the club and beyond.

This transcendental state of mine first happened about six months ago and under similar circumstances.

I was focused on a couple fucking close to the base of the dais. The woman was on her back with her legs spread wide and feet in the air as her lover forcefully pounded his cock into her. I could see an explosive climax building as an incredible look of joy, lust, and rabid ecstasy bloomed across her face--the exact same look I saw stamped across Karen's face moments ago.

It was at that moment when my vision telescoped. Losing all peripheral vision, everything but her blissful face was blocked out... and suddenly I was free of my earthly confines.

At first, I thought I had died, and it scared the bejesus out of me. I thought that Asmodeus, having finally grown tired of the game, and me, had relived me of existence in this world to begin my journey into the next. However, I soon realized I wasn't dead, but I wasn't alive, either, not in any physical sense.

Still frightened by what had just happened to me, I quickly returned to my body.

I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, being back in my physical form, but I also felt a deep disappointment that I had missed a wondrous opportunity to explore a new state of reality that few people, if any, have ever achieved, except possibly at death. Regaining my composure, my fears quickly gave way to curiosity as I focused on another couple, and just like before I found myself free of my body, floating high above the orgy as a spirit.

As I floated about, another woman that was being doubled by two well-endowed men caught my eye. This one was also rapidly approaching climax. I concentrated all my mental abilities on her until, much to my surprise, I fell into her, and at that moment, I essentially became her, body and soul.

It wasn't a possession, per se, because I couldn't manipulate her. It was more an alternate state of being where I became her and she became me, and in our shared state, I felt exactly what it was like for her and for all woman, to achieve an orgasm--so deep and intense, her entire being was filled with almost unlimited bliss and joy that her mind, body and soul were melded together as one. It is the only way I can describe the feeling that left her uncontrollably panting with desire for more, again and again.

Experiencing an orgasm as she felt it, wasn't the most amazing thing that occurred with the event, however.

You see, when I became her, I also became aware of everything about her. I instantly knew all of her wants, needs and desires, all of her loves and hatreds, her fears and joys, her expectations, hopes and dreams, her successes, her disappointments, and failures. All her memories became mine, as she, herself became mine--in that moment she became my disciple, for want of a better word. From then on, we were locked together, hand in hand, master and slave until the end of time... and beyond. And as I concentrated harder, stretching myself further and deeper into her, I became aware of all her family, friends, and acquaintances, and I obtained full knowledge of all of their emotions, memories, and experiences. Everyone and everything pertaining to her life came flooding into me, and I soaked it up as a sponge. They were all mine, now.

I touched them all just from her memories. Everyone she knew became mine, body and soul, and the sum total of knowledge I possessed from the woman and all her associates was breathtaking. So much so that when I returned to my body it felt like the wind had been knocked out of me, and I was left gasping for air.

Indeed, the feeling was breathtaking, and intoxicating. I felt power surging through me as never before, which increased my need and desire to continue my transcendental crossings--Again and again and again! More! More! More!

It wasn't long before I learned how to project myself into others, rather than physically enter them, with what I can only describe as radiating tentacles of current and power, unseen by all except for myself. At first, I could 'touch' three or four members at a time and then expand my range, 'touching' ten to twenty until, eventually, I could enter all members in the grotto at once. If I could see myself, I would have looked like a Tesla free-energy device on full charge as thin tentacles of current radiated out from my spirit-body into all the members of the club, simultaneously.

Over subsequent weeks and months, I extended my reach, touching nearly everyone in the city, either directly or indirectly through their associations with others. I was soon floating outside the club, altogether, rising ever higher in the night air as I extended my reach outward, touching everyone within the boundaries of the horizon.

I rose higher still. My reach extended hundreds if not thousands of miles away from me, turning everyone into newborn members of Roman Wilderness. Nearly all inhabitants of states, provinces and regions of North America became one with me, and as I continued to climb tens of miles in the night sky, I continued to roam free, far afield across even larger portions Earth's surface.

Back in the here and now, and having taken leave of my body once again, I watch as everyone in the club recedes away at an ever-increasing rate. I eventually found myself high above it all--well outside the protecting stratosphere of the Earth to float free in space itself--and looking down I could observe the vastness of the western hemisphere of the Earth at a glance, and all its inhabitants within my visage belonged to me. I stayed that way all evening. Floating free in space and watching the world turn slowly below me until the whole area of the globe had been exposed to my gaze, and nearly every living soul on Earth became a part of my flock.

It was at that moment I felt a hard push, as if time and space rippled through me. I was momentarily struck dizzy and disoriented. Looking down at the earth, it was like trying to look at the bottom of a lake through shifting currents of water. When my vision cleared and everything came back into focus, I could see that the landscape of the Earth had changed.

Below me, the old pagan gods were back with a vengeance: Moloch, Mictlantecuhtli, Belial, Dagon, and many others without names, and all demanding fidelity with blood sacrifice and death--and all those that I had touched in the world worshiped them with an unbridled, lustful rage.

I watched high above the earth as their temples swept across the face of the globe like a disease, infecting even those that had escaped my initial touch. And as their malignant influence spread, I watched as the beautiful twinkling lights of an advanced civilization full of hope and enlightenment was replaced by the light of pagan bonfires and desolation.

The displays I witnessed were grotesque and evil. Mothers and fathers dutifully stood in lines waiting their turn to throw their own living children into vats of molten pitch and fire. Others paraded friends and family members before metal and stone alters to have their beating hearts savagely ripped from their chests, or have their severed limbs fed as offerings to the gathered worshipers. Other disciples, honoring other gods, plucked their own eyes from their skulls and sewed their eyelids shut to wander about blind to the madness that occurred all around them.

Full of fear and nausea I turned away from the horror and focused, instead, on the night sky. The tranquility of the Milky Way and associated, scattered groups of stars, all looking every bit like diamond dust haphazardly spread across black velvet, gave me momentary peace from the terrors below. But then, one by one, I saw even the stars winking out, sending the whole of the universe into a cold darkness of unseen horror.

I knew then there was no escape for anyone or anything in this universe. The shadowy tide of corruption and mendacity swallowed all life and substance until all was death.

And in that moment of realization, a deeply melodic, yet cruel laughter filled my head before I was whisked away to parts unknown.

**

For a moment I saw Portnoy sitting in a chair across from me. A mischievously sadistic smile creased his lips as he quietly chuckled to himself. Before I could ask what was going on, he quickly morphed into a familiar adversary--Beetlesmith.

"Surprise, Mr. Henry," Beetlesmith said, laughingly.

It took me a long moment to realize what had just happened and realized the magnitude of the hoax that had been played upon me for a year. I answered despondently, "I should have known. What a stupid asshole I've been." Then taking a deep breath, I asked, "What have I done?"

"Much," he began, "Little did I know that the advice I gave you so long ago would produce such bounty, but the Master knew."

"What advice?"

"To go big, of course." When he saw my puzzled look, he aped the words, " 'Go sow your wild oats some more. Use those powers temporarily granted to you for fun and sport. But go big, Mr. Henry. Go big. You deserve it.' Do you remember now, Mr. Henry?"

I didn't say anything. I just nodded my head as a queasy feeling began to grow in the pit of my stomach.

"Of course, you needed some help, which I provided under the guise of Portnoy. Still, I never fully realized nor appreciated the diabolical cleverness of the Master's plan as I worked within it. You see his corrupting powers can never be fully realized on our plane of existence because of that barrier that separates our two worlds, but he found a way around that obstacle in you, Mr. Henry.

"Oh, the transmutation of his powers into another is still a slow process and initially diluted to be sure. So, it took time. A great deal of time to build up those powers within you. It's a process much like reducing a wine down into a fine cognac. Patience was needed, patience and the club, which I helped build for you so that you could influence as many of your kind as possible. And in the end, when his powers were fully realized in you, the Master's plan achieved perfection. You are, indeed, the personification of Him on Earth."

I was turning green with nausea as I fully realized the magnitude and implications of my stupidity.

Seeing the sickness plastered across my face, he shook his head while saying, "You mustn't feel bad, Mr. Henry. You will be treated as a hero once you enter the Dominion. You must realize you have achieved things even the Master could never do: the complete and utter corruption of almost everyone living. Such an army of the damned you have created for us. What you have done in a near instant of time would have taken us scores upon scores upon scores of millennia to attain, if it could ever have been attained at all. But with you, it has become fully realized."

It's not every day you realize you've unwittingly facilitated the total damnation of over seven billion people just with a long gaze. It's like waking up and realizing you've spent your whole life as Hitler, Stalin, and Mao, all rolled up in one pathetic excuse for a human being. Worse, the sad and sick state of my predicament was that those three agents of indescribable evil couldn't hold a candle to the destruction that I had just created.

Childishly, I wanted to crawl away and hide, but there was no hiding from this. Thoughts of suicide manifested themselves for the first time ever in my feeble mind. And as cowardly as that act may seem, I thought it would be nothing but blessed relief from the misery I've inflicted upon myself and the world.

I turned to the side of my chair and vomited onto the floor out of guilt, shame, disgrace and humiliation.

Seeing and smelling my putrid mess, Beetlesmith shook his head in disgust, and commented, "You seem to have a problem controlling your bodily functions around me, Mr. Henry. Now that you've got that out of your system, shall we proceed?"

"Fuck you!" I said, weakly as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

Angered by my pseudo-defiance, he sneered, "I can tell you the Master's minions are going to love fucking that bitch wife and that tasting friend of yours in Hell, and sooner than you think if you don't do as we say. They'll fill every orifice with as many barbed cocks as your strumpets can handle before ripping their guts out, over and over again, through their bleeding assholes!"

"More threats?"

"No Mr. Henry, promises."

"You talk too much. Get on with it."

"The Master is getting impatient to complete the plan..."

Plan? Another shoe drops. "There never was a list of clients that needed to be... gathered before everything is set in motion?"

"There is a list. But no, we weren't waiting for a specific number. I just told you that to get you to run wild for a time. Plus, and more importantly, we needed you to dispatch that Lydia creature. Wheels within wheels, plans within plans, goals within goals, you see. I must say, you took your sweet time achieving those ends with Lydia, though it was effective. Effective but not efficient," he ended, laughingly.

I ignored his facetiousness at my expense, and asked, "That's something I never understood. What possible danger could Lydia have posed to you or me? She was just a sweet, naïve, chubby dumpling of a girl who wouldn't hurt a soul. She would have been perfectly happy living a quiet life praying in her church. What was your motivation in this, malice? Some form of malignant selfishness that compelled you to destroy something wholesome and good?"

"First, we did nothing. That was all your doing."

"Don't give me that bullshit you lying cocksucker..."

"Secondly," he broke in loudly, "She wasn't just a girl, but a half-breed placed on earth by the Others. She didn't know what she was, of course. Her powers had yet to be realized, but they would have in time. And make no mistake about it, she would have been a danger. The Master knew she needed to be neutralized for the successful completion of the plan, and as such, set you and that bitch of a wife in motion corrupting her."

I could hear the venom still dripping in his voice, and asked, "You really hate her, don't you?"

"It had little to do with hate. Lydia was a danger..."

"Not Lydia, you stupid fuck, my wife Karen. You can't even say her name in passing without choking on your own bile."

I saw his face go flush with rage, as he commented, "If you knew the number of insults I had to swallow from that insufferably arrogant cunt while maintaining a pleasant demeanor..."

I chucked, "I can guess. She certainly had your number. She never trusted you as Portnoy. That was my biggest mistake, not listening to her." Even at this low point I found it refreshing to see that lying fuck losing his cool. Karen had that marvelous effect on some people, particularly assholes.

"Go ahead and laugh, you dimwit, but I'm just counting the days until I have her alone."

"You're full of threats this evening."

"Again, promises, not threats," he answered with barely subdued malice. "Now if you're quite through taunting me, shall we conclude our business together?"

"What other business needs to be done? I've served up Lydia on a platter for you, and by your account, given you an army of the damned to do with as you wish. What more is there?"

"Sons, you dolt, you're forgetting your sons. It's not just an army of the damned you've given us. Their multitude and vastness are but a side benefit. Sauce for the goose, as it were. No, the horde will need leaders: your sons. I know we put a lot of balls in the air for you, corrupting the earth, armies of the damned, sons, and let's not forget your Yin, I'm sure he's in the back of your mind as well, but due try to keep up."

"Ah yes, my Yin. I had almost forgotten."

"In about three days, on the evening of the new moon to be exact, you will be paid a visit by your opposite. Then all the pieces will be in place."

"And then you will have conquered the world and defeated the Others and rule the world from beyond the barrier," I mocked.

"Indeed!" he rejoined with glee. "But not right away, and not just this world, Mr. Henry. You're forgetting the importance of this world in the grand design of the universe. Remember, we are the fulcrum; the balance between what is good and what is better. Or to put it in your tedious, moral vernacular: the balance between good and evil, and not just for this world, but for the whole universe."

Beetlesmith paused for a moment and smiled unrepentantly while closing his eyes. A great sigh past his lips. His demeanor was as if he were savoring the completion of a long and heavy struggle; centuries of toil and doubt finally seeing a successful end.

Opening his eyes, he finished, "That balance will be disrupted, and all the entities of the universe will finally slide into the cool darkness once your sons assume prominence. With Lydia out of the way, nothing can stop us."

"And then the stars will wink out into oblivion. Is that the vision I saw at the last?" I asked as the sickness returned.

"Yes, portents of things to come. When your sons defeat the enemy, and we alone rule the universe forever." Beetlesmith rose from his chair as a sign of dismissal, "I think that concludes our business. Until the new moon, Mr. Henry."

"Before you go, I have one last question. I'm not sure why I'm asking this, given your penchant for lies and deceptions. So, let's just say I ask out of morbid curiosity with the hope your answer is close to the truth. Is Lydia really that delusional? I mean, for a whole year she gleefully acted the whore, every night sucking and fucking every man she wanted without remorse or regret or conscience. How could she conceivably believe she could do all that... that immorality, for want of a better word... without thinking it would destroy her in the end?"

Beetlesmith bellowed a loud and rancorous laugh. The gut-busting, jovial kind of laugh a person emits when watching their most hated enemy slip on a banana peel and splat face-first into the cold, hard pavement.

As his jocularity at my expense began to subside, he answered with vindictive scorn, "Delusional? If you want to know about delusion, look in the mirror. You thought you could pull everyone, everywhere, into your web of sin, and believe it would never taint those you influenced. If Lydia is the queen of delusion, then you are its emperor. But to answer your question, you said it yourself, Lydia, you, your wife and friends, and everyone else you helped fuck over are in this position because you didn't care to listen to your conscience. You knew what you were doing was wrong, and wrong in the most egregious ways. You all did. And yet, you did it anyway. You all were having too much fun to care, until it's too late."

I'm not sure where the nerve came from. I must have conjured it up from some forgotten recess lying deep within me. Then again, what could he do to me? Kill me? Send me to hell without dinner? Those threats had no strength of persuasion anymore. Not wanting to soil my fists or even my mind by touching any part of him, I stood up and spit in his face. He stood silent and stunned for a moment as my saliva left a slimy trail down his cheek. I spit in his face again before adding, "Whatever happens to me from here on out, I don't care. I only hope we..."

*****

"... meet again in Hell!"

Just like that, right in mid-sentence, I was back sitting on my throne at Roman Wilderness.

"What did you say? I didn't catch that," I heard Gloria say from her chair next to me, "You were in one of those trances again. Karen's right, they're weird and scary and give me the creeps."

I didn't respond. Something else caught my attention, filling me with dread and sickness and making everything Beetlesmith had said to me all too real. I looked around the pleasure grotto at all the faces of the members, and I saw the sigil of Asmodeus stamped on every forehead. Even the slaves and security guards were branded.

I took Gloria's head in my hands and turned her face toward me, hoping with no real hope that the curse had somehow avoided her, but there it was, mocking me; flawless, bright red, with sharp, well-defined lines as if newly etched into her skin.

She must have seen the hopeless sorrow that covered my face like a shroud, and blurted, "Will, what's wrong? You really are scaring me now."

She doesn't see it. None of them do, except...

Karen was storming up the dais steps in a rage. Even at this moment, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her naked body, covered with a heavy coat of mineral oil, glistened from head to feet giving her an out-of-worldly appearance. Except for the sigil that burned brightly on her forehead, Venus must have looked the same way emerging from the shell.

Stopping right in front of me, she slapped me hard across my face. Then pointing first at Gloria's forehead and then toward all the members of the club, she screamed, "What is that?! What are they?! Tell me!"

It was no use hiding it from her anymore, and said, weakly, "It's a sigil. A sigil of possession. A symbol of a bargain... no, that's not correct... a symbol of an agreement I've unwittingly entered into with a third party."

"Is there one on me?" she asked while tracing her fingers across her forehead.

"Yes."

"You fucking asshole! What gave you the right to drag me... drag everyone... into this... this agreement without telling us?!"

"You have to believe me, I didn't know this would happen."

"Believe you! Why should I? How many lies have you already told me before now?" she asked rhetorically.

I couldn't look at her as I answered, "Too many, and I'm sorry."

All this time Gloria sat in stunned silence watching her dearest friend sound like a complete lunatic. Finally, she piped in, "Karen what are you talking about? Will, what sigil? What are you two talking about?"

Karen said with surprise, "She doesn't see it."

"See what?" Gloria asked, her voice filled with anxiety.

I ignored Gloria for the moment, and answered Karen, "No. No one does but you and me, and I think you can guess why."

She took a deep breath to calm herself before answering, "It's because of our powers."

"To a degree. It's really because of an entity that gave us these powers."

Karen asked, her voice full of panic and fear, "We didn't develop these powers because of the elixir, did we?"

"No," I said quietly, and then added, "But to be fair to myself, I thought it was the elixir until about a year ago."

"A year? Why didn't you fucking say something?"

"Because I only thought it affected me."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because I only saw the sigil on myself. I never saw it on you, or Gloria, or Denise, and up until now I never saw it on any club member."

"If you had this mark on you all this time, how come I never saw it like I'm seeing it now?" Karen asked with skepticism.

"Tricks played by a trickster, easily fooling the biggest chump in the universe. Me. It was all done to get me to build Roman Wilderness."

It finally dawned on Karen, and she blurted, "Portnoy! That greasy cocksucker!"

"You were right about him all along, my love. I should have listened."

"Goddamn that prick! Where is he?! I'll make the club members rip his useless balls off and stuff them down his throat!"

"He's gone. His mission is complete. I doubt we'll ever see him again."

"Mission? Wait a minute, 'mission' implies Portnoy was working for someone else. Isn't he the third party you spoke of earlier?"

I shook my head.

"Then who is this third party?"

"An entity powerful enough to make all this happen. Our extraordinary abilities come from him, and now he is demanding payment for services rendered."

Karen started to cry out of fear and frustration. She was visibly shaking, and her voice trembled as she asked, "Payment? Oh Will, what have you gotten us into?"

Not knowing how I could explain it to her at this moment, I wrapped my toga around her. Then pulling her into my lap, I held her tight as her crying fit began to subside. After a while she looked up at me. She didn't say it, but I could tell by the look on her face she had a good idea what it was that granted such powers.

I smoothed her hair and kissed the sigil on her forehead, and in as soothing a voice that I could muster, I asked, "Don't you want to have a son?"

Hearing the promises yet to come, large tears welled up in her eyes again. "Of course I do. You know I do. But at what cost?"

I hesitated just for a moment, "Everything, it seems."

By now, Gloria had had enough, and screamed, "Enough of this shit! You two are really scaring me with all this talk about invisible sigils, power granted by third parties, entities who are demanding some type of payment... what the fuck! I demand to know what you're fucking talking about!"

I couldn't look at Gloria out of shame, but said to Karen, "She's right, but not here. Let's get Denise and go home. I'll try to explain what I can, there."

Karen whispered so Gloria couldn't hear, "Isn't there some way out of this? Isn't there something we can do?"

"I don't know, but there may be someone who does."