Court of the Mantis Queen Pt. 01

**A novice detective rushes into the den of a would-be damsel in distress. Only to find she has far more planned than he could ever imagine. This tale involved forced oral sex, voyeurism, whores, occult rituals, and a few knives. There's more to cum in this lurid tale. Stay tuned for even more eldritch debauchery in part 2 of Court of the Mantis Queen!**

The night was another hot, muggy sea of black where the street lamps, dim as they were, still managed to hide away the stars. A city filled with bustling cars that choked the air from your lungs. Noises from people clamoring around on dirty streets, even the nightly rains couldn’t ever wash clean the mires of this great empire we have managed to find ourselves in. I could hear some drunk tripping on long-laid cobblestones. A holdover from a different time. Some say the days back then were better - I say they forgot the bad parts.

That’s exactly where I’ve found myself. The bad part of town where only devils and dastards tread. The slums where whores can proudly walk the street, hell, they might even own the street. Some of them make more money in a week than an entire block of housing complexes does in a month.

I’m sitting outside the residence of one particular prostitute who sent me an urgent message through the grapevine just a few hours ago. I can see the silhouettes of people through the tenement windows. Constant peeps and stares at the man smoking in the rain. Nothing good will come of this. Maybe it’s the part of town I’m in, maybe it’s the sensation that I’m being followed, or perhaps it’s cause I’m just as down on my luck as any other loser is here in this city. First day on the job makes me the last private dick anyone should ever want. Why did she call me? Her voice was so frantic, I could hardly keep up. She rambled on and on about devils and demons. Some gang was hellbent on raising their leader back from the dead, or maybe it was some rabble of outer space? Doesn’t really matter what it is. I’ve got bills to pay. I take one more large drag out of my cigarette and flick the rest into a puddle with all the other butts. Time to stop procrastinating, time to get to work, time to be a real dick detective.

The door to the dame’s housing complex was already cracked open. The heavy wooden door was, at one point, beautiful, with glass pieces filling the middle, lined with gold that vaguely resembled an angel. The distinct musk of old wood, dust, and age filled my nostrils as I entered. Other smells soon followed. Notes of flowers, perfumes, and sweat mixed with weed, hashish, and cigars. Her room was on the second floor. Sounds of laughter could be heard upstairs, sounds of crying could be heard downstairs, and in every other room, you could hear the loud banging and clashing of bodies crashing against each other. I almost expected some brothel headmistress to greet me at the door, but then I reminded myself of where I was. She was a working gal, an independent contractor, if you will.

The hallway walls were covered in art. Sometimes it was bargain-basement portraits of flowers and fruits, but the further I ventured towards the staircase at the back of the hallway, the more obscene the images became. As I rounded to head up the stairs, the entire hall was covered in lurid images that dripped sex. Oil colors on cloth canvas depicted women sucking the cocks of men, women being worshipped as goddesses or being devoured by a score of men, and more than one orgy where every body blended into the sea of another.

At the top of a staircase, I could see a hooker gently bucking back and forth on a john’s cock right out for any to see if they happened to walk out. He was standing in the doorway, slack-jawed and dazed. Completely enraptured by the soaking cunt of the darkest-skinned twenty-something grinding away at his manhood. Good pussy will make a man stupid. I could hear him starting to moan a little more as I could tell he couldn’t hold on for much longer.

“Hey, boy! You got here just in time. I’m almost done with this one. You wanna be my next great love?” She said with a wide grin.

Her white teeth glistened in the dark hallway. Perfectly contrasting with her dark flesh. She had the most gorgeous ebony complexion. It was so dark it began to shine the light back around her. I later found out her name was “Blondie.” Likely in reference to her blond locks, which gleefully bounced off her breasts to her knees with every thrust backwards on the man's staff. So radiant was her beauty the lamps lining the halls could only reflect off her.

“Maybe next time,” I said, to make myself sound brave as I walked up the stairs to meet them at the top, “I’m here to see Sia.”

“Oh, why, aren’t you the biggest dick in town? She only lets special people into her sanctum. What makes you so great?” Maybe it was my nerves getting the best of me as I tried to stutter out a solid reply, or maybe it’s that she was still locking eyes with me while another man was about to explode in her.

“Because I’m the best at what I do,” is what I would’ve said in an attempt to stoically bluff my way out of the conversation, instead I was interrupted by the man cumming his brains out. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

He screamed over the sound of cock driving into wet, black thighs, grabbing her hips tighter as he began to pump into her as fast as his legs could bear. The whore never stole her eyes from mine the entire time as I watched the stranger empty his load into her. The blonde’s lips whispered to me all the while, “You could have my other holes. He could never fuck me like you can.” Her small, perky breasts had fallen out from thrusting with her dark nipples bouncing in the dim hallway lights. As her ride began to slow down, she rolled her eyes at me, “Fine, Sia’s down the hall. Come back when you want to taste good pussy.” she said, slamming her ass into the man one last time. It was almost like a goodbye kiss - a hard goodbye.

She looked back at the john, attempting in vain to catch his breath. She quickly spun around, dislodging his member from their union in a manner that shook him into reality. Blondie reached into her cum-filled cunt to pull out a handful of white seed mixed with her own secretions, “I told you not to cum unless I fucking said so!” She slapped the dumb bastard with her cum glistened hand and rubbed it in his face, then she grabbed his still-hard cock and yanked him to his knees, “Now you owe me extra for the slap.” I let them continue their “conversation” as I headed down the hallway.

Admittedly, I’m happy to be too broke to afford her services. Watching her whisper praises to me while making another man’s dream come true aroused me more than I cared to admit. I forgot about my burgeoning erection as I neared the end of my journey.

The feeling outside of Sia’s door was… odd. Almost otherworldly. Gone were the moans of sex and the laughter of social raucous that filled the passages only a moment ago. Here, it was strangely quiet. I could feel my stomach become unsettled as a cold feeling hit the pit of my gut. My breathing fell short as I raised my hand to lift the heavy metal knocker on the door. BANG. BANG. BANG. The iron clanged against the wooden door to announce my coming. The door slowly swung in, and I felt myself transported to somewhere just outside of myself.

The room was small, intimate, and despite the dim lighting, it was filled with art. Old, ornate rugs covered the small hallway leading to a bed in the middle of the room. A large, golden lamp hung above the bed as a small spotlight on the main stage. The bed was set up as an altar to carnal lust and depravity. Golden pillows with glossy, oil colored beetles predominated the symbols across the space.

Containers of lube, massage oils, and sex magick candles sat on the nightstand, all in adorned cases. Many of them having insect-related displays of beetles, scorpions, and mantis all fighting for survival. Spiced smells filled the room with notes of incense, cloves, tobacco, and old wood. So many dark things have happened in this place that even the sun at high noon would have trouble illuminating its darkened corners. One of the few walls not covered in tantalizing and seductive art was filled with craft of another kind - leather floggers hung gently, various types of jute rope were hanging in bundles on hooks, whips and crops strewn along the wall, and all manner of clamps and prods could be seen. It was the tool shop of a master artist.

I didn’t realize how far I had walked into the room before I heard the door close behind me and lock. As if in a trance, I slowly turned to see the gorgeous creature before me. “Aren’t you beautiful,” Her voice had a weep that gently crept from her plump lips, “Took you long enough to arrive. You kept me waiting. I won’t hold it against you this time." She glided from behind me without effort. Wading through the room as if she were being pulled to heaven by a string. Her voice was like a prayer whispered to forgotten gods of whom only she knew the names. The angular face of a dashing woman in her early forties. Sia’s age was only betrayed by a handful of laugh lines around her eyes.

Her figure was tight, carved out of marble with the most delicate of hands. She had work done on her breasts, as I could tell they were far too big for her slender, athletic frame, but the perfect orbs fought gracefully against her crimson dress. One sling went over her right shoulder, with the other bare to the eyes of all who might view her pale, tanned skin; distinct clavicles framed her perfect shoulders. I couldn’t tell her ethnicity. Sia’s skin had the most lovely olive complexion, yet it gleamed like moonlight in a holy forest. Her jet-black hair was like the color between the stars, and its straight curls reminded me of her figure. Despite her dancer’s body and tight physique, the size of her hips matched the impressive nature of her breasts.

Her presence was so incredibly self-contained, but I knew she had an engine inside just as her body revved up against the tightness of her dress. Its every fiber fighting for dear life to withhold her as her slightly dark areolas frame her nipples through the dress. Staring into her felt like viewing a holy relic unseen by man, and she stared back at me with eyes like daggers running through my soul.

“You can stare at me in better light if you come closer.” She beckoned me towards a table with an iron teapot gently steaming with two matching cups out for us.

I realized I had been standing there like a dolt for I don’t know how long. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” I finally blurted out, “I got held up in the hallway.”

“I heard you speaking to Blondie down the hall. Don’t mind her. She has many skills and valuable insight into the ways of man. Too bad youth is wasted on the young. Now come, sit, drink, we have many things to discuss.”

I made my way to the small wooden table and sat down in the carved chair as Sia poured tea. My heart began to pound as I came into her field. Soft hands and well-toned arms clasped the pot with a firm embrace. Thank god I was sitting down, or else she would’ve found my previously half-ready cock to be uncomfortably engorged inside my slacks. My first day on the job, and I already want to fuck my would-be client. Wait a minute, what the fuck am I doing here?

“Ahem, I don’t mean to be crass, but what the fuck am I doing here?” I said, finally discovering my vocal cords again. “You’ve got a dirty mouth,” she responded with a wry smile, “those who casually curse are said to be more honest, more loyal, and more practical. I enjoy that in a man.”

Pushing through her obvious flirtations, I continued, “You’re not what I expected. You called me frantically crying about demons or curses, but you couldn’t seem calmer now. I’ve got half a mind to leave if you don’t start opening up.”

“What do you know of magick?” She said, the question seemed to come out of nowhere. “I don’t understand the question,” I said, puzzled, confused, yet slightly intrigued. She continued, “It’s a gift from the universe.” Her eyes stared as if she could push my soul from my body. Beautiful, shimmering hazel, which could barely withhold the fire inside. “The old gods carried it, shared it with us. Now, most have forgotten their ways. The power to control our fates, to weave our destiny. All gifts come with a price. Drink your tea - you must be parched.”

I had only just noticed the dryness of my throat. Unaccustomed to the smell of incense smoke which clogged the warm room. I suppose the lack of blood flow going from my head to my genitals likely didn’t help, nor did the sweat, which began to accumulate on my brow. She was lightly sweating herself. A fine misting spread across her luscious skin. I sipped the tea and sat back a little more comfortably. It was herbaceous, aromatic, and fragrant with a hint of spice. Its dull sweetness comforted my throat, and I began to feel relaxed for the first time since my arrival.

“What do you think of it? It’s my special concoction. I grow several of the herbs here. Some come from afar.”

“It’s very soothing,” I said quietly, attempting to match her calm tone. “Excellent,” she remarked, “I lied to you over the phone. There are no demons, no curses. The scared damsel was designed to coax you from your lair. My lover has been watching you for some time now. Don’t be alarmed, I bring meaning to your life. My sources have told me much of your life here. Early thirties. Your family is deceased. Mother died in the war, and father died of the plague. No one to love you, no one to hold you. Schooling was minimal, with a few failed career attempts. Your life, as far as my scrying eyes can see, has been a string of sadness and mediocrity.”

I wanted to flip the fucking table. I wanted to scream and yell. Call her a bitch, a whore, a liar… but I was entranced. My feet bolted to the floor, my eyes only able to watch a bead of sweat drip from the tender muscles of her neck, float over each rib along her chest cavity, and disappear into the chasm between her breasts. “Harsh words from a liar.” I barely whispered out. Sia’s eyes shimmered at the insult as she refilled my cup.

“Truth is subjective. The only truth in this life is suffering. Pain must be exchanged as the price for knowledge. I may have lied to get you here, but what parts of your life did I state falsely?” I could only sit there with the cup in my hand.

“I thought so,” she leaned back into her chair and crossed her legs. The slit in her dress rode up to expose smooth thighs. Sia raised her arms to fix her hair, which had fallen in her face. Exposing equally smooth underarms whose scent wafted towards. Musk, perfume, and pheromones filled my nostrils.

I couldn’t believe the conversation I was having with this raven-haired beauty. I could walk away, see how far my feet would carry me, but then I would question all my life what she could want from me. Besides, there was no way of concealing my incredible physical desire from her. The entire town would see a man walking out at full mast.

“I know you wish to leave.” The weep in her voice became more distinct, each word trailing off near the end. It was almost a whispered, silent cry, “‘Do what thou wilt. That is the whole of the Law… the Law is Love.’ The essential Law of the universe is to express your true will.”

She reached out to grasp my hand that still held the teacup. Her nails were the same color as her dress. The nails of her left hand were sharpened talons, while her right were neatly trimmed and filed.

“What is your true will, my darling? You are a blessed fool. Cursed to leap without knowing why. To journey into the depths, save only your wits.” I could feel her energy seethe out between every silent syllable, “Let me share in your blessings.”

Sia kept her sharp left hand clasped into mine, finger nails lightly driving into my palm, sending fire up my arm. She uncrossed her legs as her right hand slinked up to my lips. Her middle finger parted as I began to instinctively, hungrily, suck on her finger. A small line of drool followed with her retreat, clipping off as her hand reached between her thighs. A quiet gasp was loosed from her lips as she parted her labia with her middle finger. A slight wet sliding noise could be heard as she reached in deeply. Pulling out of her walls, she dipped her finger into my drink, stirring herself into the concoction. “Drink of my essences so that you may taste the truth within.”

I stared at the cup for only a second before swilling the entire brew in one gulp. The sweetness of the beverage now mixing with the slight tang of her fluids. It was the single most delicious substance I had ever relished.

She stood and walked over to me, pushing my body and the chair against the wall, revealing my full bulge. The pressure of my cock forcing against my fly was immense. I could feel it begging to be released. She stuck her finger into my mouth so that I could once more savor her elixir. Sia straddled me as her mound began to grind against my prominence. Gasping as she thrusted her hips back and forth. I dove into her neck to fully embrace her scent. Licking the light sweat from her so I could taste her moan.

“Promise yourself to me.” She growled into my ear, “Question, but do not run. See this through. I will open my gates to you, and you must enter,” She said as she bucked her hips into my crotch. The strength of her pelvis threatened to break me with her raw sexual energy. “Devote your body and soul to the divinity I bring to you.”

“I… I promise myself.” I barely spoke the words before she excitedly shoved my face between her cleavage. Her body writhed harder, faster, on top of me. Her breathing became rapid as I could feel her core shake and tighten. Sia clung to me so hard she almost broke my nose in her bosom as she climaxed. Releasing herself entirely unto me. Her fluids covered my pants, soaking them through until my cock was completely coated in her. I could hear it splashing onto the hardwood floor as she kissed me. Tongues dancing in tune with a smashing pelvis. Her lips met mine as if it were my first sip of water. I had been alone in a desert of time and decay until the moment she caressed me with her mouth and anointed me in the holy waters of her extremities.

She continued to ride out her orgasm until finally shuddering on top of me. “Now bestow upon me your rod, you holy fool.”

The shadowy mistress stood above me, the bottom of her red dress now darkened with her fluids. Suddenly, hands began to clutch my jacket as robed figures emerged into the room. The lights flickered as my vision began to cycle between light and dark. I was dragged to standing, yet quickly found my legs unable to support me. I think she spiked my drink. The figures clung to my body. It was hard to tell how many people were with us now. Hands pulled away my shoes and socks, my jacket disappeared, knives emerged, and cut away my clothes. Others had moved to the center of the room and were ripping away the carpet to expose a pentagram carved into the wood flooring. Unknown sigils and symbols encircled it, with the very center engraved with the face of a mantis.

I was dragged to the floor face up, helpless, as my underwear was finally cut from me. Despite my limbs no longer functioning, there I lay fully erect with my cock reaching to the heavens as if it were about to be ascended to the hidden masters above. The figures needlessly pinned my arms and legs towards each point of the star. My head crowns the middle point. I looked over my body to see blood trickling from several small cuts. Red streams running down my torso.

The figure of Sia came into view just past my erect mast. She crept into all fours and began to move over me. Her dress gently dragged over my legs, her breasts strode past my penis as she brought her lips to kiss and lick each cut along my torso. A gentle sting in each as she flicked the blood with her tongue. Her pussy occasionally pressed into my thigh, the wet dress still warm from her squirt.

“Do not worry, my love,” she said with a small amount of blood around her lips, “all parts of you will be welcomed by the goddess. All forms will be graced by her.”

Her hot breath moved down my body as she spoke, finally reaching my boldest part. Regardless of the pain and terror, my confusion, and the drugs pulsing through my veins, my cock tightened in desperation to finally feel her. It was soon met by her hand grasping my base. The throbbing was so immense that it was horrifying. Her nails traced around my shaft.

“Now I will taste you.”

Her mouth fully engulfed me as my cock quickly hit the back of her throat. My pelvis instinctively lurching towards her uvula. A quick tongue danced under my head, and I began to writhe with the rhythm of her mouth.

"Ave Dominus Nox."

The figures began to whisper a chorused chant in Latin as her head bobbed up and down, always keeping the head of my phallus inside her mouth. All features of the robed entities were obscured by masks and hoods; but, through the sweat that blurred my vision I could see flesh under the robes, the pubic hair of a woman, and the massive erection of another man swaying with every chant. Dear god, what are they going to do to me?

I could feel the drool begin to pool around my balls. My eyes rolled back into my skull when she began to wriggle her tongue underneath my cock, while sucking, and stroking all at the same time. All actions in perfect, well-timed beats were sure to undo my restraint at any moment. She was a master in her field. Heat and energy were drawn into my pelvis as I bucked into her. Sia’s breasts had long fallen out of her dress, and her nipples brushed against my thighs with every stroke. It added to the whole body expression I was experiencing.

I screamed. I growled. I cursed her very existence. I called her every seething, wicked name I could barely manage to eke out as my final two brain cells attempted to make sense of the insanity of what was happening. My muscles finally tensed against the hooded entities who could barely contain me as I fully erupted into Sia’s mouth. My yelling could barely be heard as the chants became louder, faster, all timed with her repeated assault against my body, mind, soul, and cock.

My very soul was ejaculating out of my penis. It’s head the very center of all power in the universe for a time. Vibrating so harshly, I felt as if I would cum through her skull. My face turned from red to blue as I ran out of oxygen. Too stupid to breathe, I looked up at her as she violently stroked every drop from me. Her eyes bored into mine as I realized her pupils had fully dilated to hide her beautiful amber jewels. Now staring back at me were completely black eyes from a forgotten tale. I couldn’t scream anymore. The sounds became a wheezed whisper out of me as tears began to stream from my face.

Sia slid my cock from her mouth and gently caressed it between her breasts, which were glistening with sweat, saliva, and my blood. An occultist cradled the back of my head and bade me to look up to her. There she was, her hair a complete mess, eyes black as the night sky, and her mouth opening to reveal a massive load of cum sloshing around her tongue - now bifurcated. She stood, finally letting my still-hard penis flop onto my abdomen. A figure stepped to her side, went to their knees, and presented a jeweled goblet to her. Sia spat my essence into the cup.

“Clean him. Bring him to the chambers. The ritual begins in one hour.”

My vision began to fade. The final figure to enter my sight was the face of a gleaming, spit-covered angel who stood before me. I would feel the world shifting away from me as I drifted into the black.