"Miss Ridgeway?" A curious high-pitched voice made Vanessa turn around. "Miss Vanessa Ridgeway?" Amidst the crowd of commuters in grey flannel at Grand Central Station, Vanessa found herself looking at the strangest person she had ever seen – a chubby, round-faced man, with very pink skin and a curly mop of yellow hair.
He extended a baby-soft hand to her. "I'm Billy Butter," he smiled. "Your uncle's manservant. It's a pleasure to meet you," he gushed.
"How do you do," she said, as he took her valise and led her to a waiting limousine. He opened the door for her and she slid into the soft leather seat. A uniformed chauffeur, with dark chocolate skin and a shaven head, sat at the wheel.
"The name is Kurt," he said in a deep rich baritone. "At your service." His tone was more arrogant and proud than subservient.
Vanessa had never before seen New York City. It made her feel cold. Everything was grey – the grey sky, the tall grey buildings like daggers spearing the heavens, the grey complexions of the people, the sounds of car horns arguing, people arguing. She felt a sense of her own fragility in this city, as if at any moment the violence in the air might pierce and extinguish her.
The limousine drove up Fifth Avenue and the farther north they traveled, the clearer was the landscape, fewer people, fewer sounds. They drove past Fifty-Seventh Street, and the grey park with its bare trees flew by on one side. At Eighty-Second Street they made a right turn and pulled up in front of an elegant old townhouse.
Billy showed her into the living room, then left her alone. There was a warming blaze in the fireplace, and she seated herself in a large leather armchair. And she waited.
How strange, she thought. Billy Butter and Kurt had disappeared, and she had assumed that her Uncle Aleister would appear at any moment. She listened for the sound of approaching footsteps, but there was nothing. Only dead silence.
Five minutes passed, then ten, then twenty. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, not knowing what to do, feeling too strange and shy to explore her surroundings. She felt frightened, but did not know why. It wasn't a normal or rational kind of fear. She was in her uncle's house, had been met by a gracious manservant, and had been driven here by a polite and obliging chauffeur. Perhaps her uncle was out and Billy meant for her to wait for his return.
But why hadn't Billy Butter shown her to her room? Surely that was the usual procedure. One would expect a manservant to consider that a guest, after a long journey across the continent, would want to bathe and rest.
She tapped her fingers nervously on her thigh. Her heart was beating quickly. Don't be foolish, she told herself. Don't go conjuring up things with your imagination. Then she thought, I'll go and find Billy and ask him to take me to my room.
She stood up and walked to the large oak sliding doors. To her utter astonishment, they were locked. Her heart jumped, but she told herself it was unreasonable to be frightened. The door was probably one of those doors that just locked automatically when you shut it.
She glanced about the room. There was another smaller door against the opposite wall. She walked quickly to it and tried the knob – it too was locked!
Suddenly a chill of terror ran through her slender frame. Certainly, she thought, there is some reasonable explanation for this. It's just my mother's death that makes me so nervous. I'll just sit back and wait. How ill-bred of me to be so impatient.
She returned to the leather chair and sat back in an attitude of poised relaxation. But her body was tense. She leaned forward again and glanced at the mahogany table in front of her. Strange – she hadn't noticed it before. There were cards laid out in a curious pattern on the table, cards with haunting pictures, not anything like playing cards. One of the cards in particular caught her eye. It seemed to be the center of the pattern. On top of the card was the roman numeral XV and the caption at the bottom read "The Devil".
The picture showed a strange looking figure with the head and horns of a goat and the wings of a bat. The devil's right hand was raised and an odd symbol was drawn on the palm. In his left hand was a torch. His feet, like the claws of a giant bird, were perched on a rectangular column, and chained to the column by their necks were a naked man and a naked woman!
Vanessa shivered in horror at the picture and wondered what on earth these cards could be.
It began to grow dark outside and still no one came. Suddenly, she was startled when the heavy burgundy velvet drapes on the windows were drawn as if by an invisible hand. Then, in the same curious way, the lights on the wall were lit and the fire seemed to blaze up more brightly.
Why, oh why, did no one come! She began to grow panicky. She stood up and walked determinedly to the sliding doors. She tried with all her strength to pull them open and when that failed she began to bang on the doors with her fists.
"Help! Help!" she screamed. "Please… open the door… someone open the door!" She fell to her knees and began to cry. Suddenly, as if aware of a powerful presence, she looked up. Something was glowing on the mantle of the fireplace, glowing brighter and brighter by the minute.
It was utterly obscene! It was a statue – she could swear it had not been there when she first entered the room – the most vile statue she had ever seen. It was carved of ebony and looked like a primitive African work. It was a carving of a naked man with an enormous cock in his fist. His eyes, lit from within, glowed like green coals, and the grotesquely large penis glowed a deep red.
The sight of this obscene statue caused Vanessa to grow almost hysterical inside. Something was wrong here! Something was very wrong! She screamed again for help. She banged the door and paced across the room, and in her terror, her hand swept across the table and the strange cards were tossed to the floor.
"You shouldn't have done that," said a calm deep voice. Vanessa looked up and, blinking the tears from her eyes, found herself looking at the handsomest man she had ever seen.
"But I shall forgive you. Perhaps I have been inconsiderate in making such a late appearance." He smiled in a most disarming manner and extended his hand. "I'm your Uncle Aleister," he said. "How do you do."
"How do you do," said Vanessa, feeling terribly ashamed. Why had she panicked in such a ridiculous fashion just because her uncle had kept her waiting? But the statue! She looked over at the fireplace mantle and saw only an ordinary ebony carving of a man. "I-I'm sorry. It-it's mother's death… I am not myself."
"That's all right," said Aleister, his eyes staring intently into hers. "I quite understand." Aleister Crawford was a tail man with a slender but muscular build. Though in his late forties, his hair was still thick and wavy, streaked in a most attractive way with silver. He was wearing a black silk smoking jacket and looked terribly handsome to Vanessa. But one thing about his appearance seemed quite remarkable to her. It was his hands – there were rings on all of his fingers except his thumbs, beautiful rings of gold and silver, some with carved figures like icons, some with jewels.
Aleister was stooping now to pick up the cards and Vanessa bent to help him. "No!" he snapped. "You mustn't touch these." Then his anger faded and he smiled charmingly again. "They are Tarot cards," he said relaxing. "Of course, it's just a superstition, but no one but me must ever touch them."
"I'm sorry," she apologized.
"Oh no, it is I who am sorry. You must be terribly tired from your long trip. Let me show you to your room."
Now the sliding doors opened easily and Vanessa was led up the richly carpeted stairs to the second floor. The upstairs hallways were paneled with mahogany and an oriental carpet of red and black covered the floor.
"Oh, this is lovely," she exclaimed as he opened the door to her room. Though it was a little dark for her taste, it was beautifully appointed. There was a heavy wooden four-poster bed with a canopy of burgundy velvet, and heavy velvet curtains of the same color covered the windows. The dresser was dark and massive and the lights that lit the room gave one the feeling of being in another century. There were paintings on the wall, dark oil colors, but she did not study them carefully.
"If you want anything, this cord will summon Billy Butter. We have an excellent cook, Lily, a girl about your own age. And you may take something in your room tonight, as you must be quite exhausted from your journey." He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "In the morning," he said, "we will get to know each other better. Deep dreams."
He left quickly, closing the door behind him. Vanessa was upset with herself for having behaved so badly. Uncle Aleister was a perfectly charming man, and this was certainly a beautiful home. All she needed, she told herself, was a nice hot bath, a light supper and a good night's sleep. She took off her traveling outfit and carefully hung it in the closet. For a moment she caught her reflection in the mirror and was oddly surprised by it. Perhaps it was because she still thought of herself as a little girl. What she saw in the gold-framed mirror was a tall and beautiful woman in a black lace bra and panties, with a black lace garter belt and stockings. She was shocked by her image in the mirror, oddly obscene in the weird setting of this room. Perhaps, she thought, it's because my underwear is black. She had always worn white until she had to buy a mourning outfit.
She turned from the mirror and removed her bra. Her tits stood high and firm over her slender waist, and the cool air made her nipples tingle into erectness. She removed the rest of her underwear, unpacked her soft velour robe from her suitcase, and stepped into the adjoining bathroom.
It, too, had a kind of dark elegance. There was a black marble sink and tub, soft black carpeting on the floors, black and gold wallpaper, and mirrors with elaborate gold frames.
The hot bath made her feel sleepy. She quickly put on her pretty white nightgown and slipped in between the covers of the bed. She lay back against the soft satin-covered pillow and felt her body relax. She realized she had eaten nothing since morning and she was quite hungry. Perhaps a light snack before sleeping would be just right.
She pulled the red velvet cord by the bed and a moment later Billy Butter appeared at the door. "Good evening, Miss," he said. "Is there something I can get you?"
"Yes," she replied. "Some tea would be quite nice and perhaps a little cake."
"Ahhhhh," smiled Billy. "There is some wonderful honey cake in the pantry. Lily baked it this morning. Would that be suitable?"
"Oh, yes," she said. "Quite."
It did not take long for Billy to return with the tea and cake on a carved silver platter. "Good night," he said. "Deep dreams."
Deep dreams! she thought. That's what Uncle Aleister had said. What an odd expression!
The cake was delicious… very sweet, with a trace of a spice she could not quite place… something like anise, but not exactly. She ate it all and sipped the tea, then lay back on her pillow to relax into sleep.
Her body relaxed into a state that felt light and everything in the room seemed to take on an oddly soft focus. She felt as if she were dreaming yet she was sure she was not asleep. A heavenly relaxation seemed to pervade her body.
Then her eyes fell upon a painting on the wall. The content of the picture was shocking, but she was astonished that it did not disturb her tranquility to view it. It was even beautiful in a curious kind of way, the red and black colors giving a feeling of the beauty of evil. The beauty of evil… what an odd thought, she observed, though she was not at all disturbed by it.
In the painting a girl with golden hair was lying on a slab of stone, raised somehow magically above the ground. The girl in the picture was naked, though the tones in the painting were so dark Vanessa had not noticed it when she had first entered the room. Around the girl in the painting was a group of people wearing cloaks. From the air, a terrifying creature – seemingly half man, half bat – was swooping down towards her. Despite Vanessa's strange and drug-like state, what she noticed next in the picture made her heart jump with fear. Between his dark hair and hair-covered legs the creature had an enormous cock, red and menacing, standing straight out from his loins as he swooped down on the blonde girl.
And then, something terrifying and inexplicable began to happen. The painting seemed to grow larger and larger until it appeared to take up half the room. The figures in the scene took on three dimensions and began to move and speak among themselves. Vanessa was aware that the blonde girl in the picture was breathing heavily, and it occurred to her that the girl was frightened.
Vanessa did not understand what was happening. It seemed to her that the painting had come alive. I must be dreaming, she thought. But when she tried to run her hand along her arm and pinch herself, she found that she could not. Her limbs were not under her conscious control!
She was scared, but in this odd state, she was also strangely calm, as if she were watching herself being frightened, while feeling peaceful at the same time.
Her eyes were riveted now on this living painting. She could see that the blonde girl's hands were attached to the slab as were her ankles which were spread wide apart. Her tits were full and the nipples dark and erect. Her hips writhed in terror and she struggled to free herself while the others looked on. Then she heard the girl shriek in terror as she looked up into the strange green eyes of the creature with the enormous cock.
"No!" the blonde cried out. "Oh God! Noooooooo!" Vanessa felt a cold chill run through her body as the girl's eyes stared out towards her, begging for help. "Help me!" she cried. "Please… help meeee!"
Vanessa tried to move, but again grew aware that she did not have command over her body. She could think and feel, but she could not make herself move. I must be sleeping, she thought. This has to be a nightmare – there is no other explanation.
Now the creature was hovering just above the captive girl's body, a rigid hardened cock of hot red flesh pointing straight out from his hairy crotch. His gigantic cock was throbbing and red, a thick fleshy staff of lusting flesh that looked big enough to tear the girl apart. The thick cockhead was pulsating, and from her bed Vanessa could see a tiny drop of seminal fluid nestled just inside the dilated slit at the end. Blood-filled veins lined the length of the monstrously huge prick, as he hovered over her manacled body. The huge bat's wings made dark shadows over the girl's body as he held his throbbing cock in his hand, coming closer and closer to her trembling white thighs – closer and closer until he was only an inch from her blonde pubic mound. He was stroking his cock obscenely.
The girl once again cried out, "Nooooo. Oh, dear God, no!"
"God!" cried the creature. "God!" He laughed cruelly, mockingly. "God has no power here! I am thy ruler."
Vanessa wished desperately that she could wake from this hideous dream. She had always before been able to rouse herself from her worst nightmares, merely by opening her eyes. She tried, but her eyes were open!
Oh God! Please. Let me wake from this nightmare! But she continued to stare at the living painting before her.
She could see the blonde girl's pinkly fluted cunt now. She had never seen that part of a woman before, not even herself. It looked so vulnerable, so defenseless, and she was horrified by the idea that this beast would put his giant cock into her tender little pussy opening. What was taking place before her eyes? Was it her imagination? Or was it something that existed in this house?
And then Vanessa grew aware that the other girl was no longer struggling. She was staring up at the bat-man with a hungry look in her eyes. She moaned up at him pleadingly. "Oh… yes… yes… Great One. Oh fuck me! Yes! Fuck meeeee!"
He lay beside her now on the slab. His wings somehow disappeared into what appeared to be a black cape flowing from his shoulders over his naked hairy body. His hand was massaging its way across the girl's belly, moving downward between her thighs, worming its way into her cunt channel.
Then the girl cried out again as if in great pain. Vanessa felt a gently pulsing sensation in her own virginal pussy as she watched the scene before her. She had never been with a boy, never fucked or petted or even been kissed. But now there was the oddest tingling deep down in her belly and between her legs.
Then, all of a sudden, she looked at the man's face as if seeing it for the first time. He had seemed in the small painting like some kind of monster – but now she realized something so astonishing it took her breath away – he looked exactly like Uncle Aleister. And then she noticed his hand. Each finger wore a ring, and she knew then for certain – it was Uncle Aleister!
She watched now, confused and horrified, yet still with that permeating feeling of peacefulness, as he teased his finger in and out of the girl's wetly clasping cunt. The girl made deep guttural growls of pleasure.
Soon, he pulled his finger from her pussy and Vanessa saw that his cock had grown to an incredible size. The spongy purple cockhead seemed to visibly throb with excitement. He cruelly dug his fingers into the white flesh of her thighs, pulling her legs wider apart in preparation for the fucking to come. Then, he was covering her with his large, hair-covered body, shoving his hips forward until the huge bulbous cockhead was in contact with her now wetly seeping pussy.
Vanessa stared at the thick head of his blood-filled cock as it pushed against the wet pink petals of the blonde's cunt. Vanessa's body began to tremble as she thought about how incredibly painful it would be to take such a huge hard thing inside of you. Yet she gaped wide-eyed as the enormous cock slid up inside the blonde girl's pussy.
"Ahhhhhhhh! Ooooohhhhh!" She moaned crazily now with pleasure. And then with a grunt, Aleister fucked his hips forward hard and drove his enormous lust-swollen prick deeper into her pussy.
And then Vanessa saw that the girl was in pain. Her face was contorted now and she let out a different kind of groan. He was so big, so incredibly big. Instinctively, Vanessa knew that the blonde was a virgin.
"Owwwwwwwww!" she cried out, and Vanessa saw a little trickle of blood drip down the soft whiteness of the girl's thigh. She could see the girl trying to free herself from her shackles to stop the further entry of Aleister's cock, but the girl was helpless.
He thrust forward hard again and his cock slid up inside of the girl's cunt. The girl cried out again as the cockhead hit her sensitive cervix. His balls slapped loudly against her tender ass cheeks.
There was a louder murmur from the people that stood around witnessing this obscene act. Vanessa watched horrified as they removed their cloaks. The room seemed filled now with naked tits and naked erect cocks. The witnesses were fondling each other stroking each other, preparing to have a horrible orgy.
What was this? Vanessa wondered, horrified. Was she hallucinating all this from the painting? Was it some kind of bizarre and terrifying movie? It didn't seem like either of those. It seemed like a scene from another world taking place in her bedroom. She knew that if she could get up out of the bed to go and touch the painting, there would be nothing there but air.
The blonde girl and the man who looked like Uncle Aleister were both groaning insanely now, lost in the ecstasy of their obscene act. The blonde's hips began to move in slow rolling motions around and around the enormously lust bloated shaft of his cock.
Vanessa stared as the man withdrew his thick cock from the depths of her obscenely violated pussy. The lust-bloated cockshaft seemed to be even greater in size as it drew slowly out of the girl's cunt until only the mushroom-shaped head remained imbedded inside. Then, he fucked forward again, driving his cock deeper up into her pussy. Vanessa's body seemed to be raging with an internal fire now as she watched Aleister fucking in and out of the captive blonde. The girl let out a groan of pleasure that sounded almost inhuman as her pussy was filled again and again with his enormous hot throbbing cock. And now, between Vanessa's own legs there was a burning desire that would not diminish.
The dark-haired orphan felt the dampness between her thighs grow greater, and she was horrified at the response she was having. This lewd and hideous scene was making her virginal pussy wet with lusting fluid. She had never felt this way before in her life!
Aleister fucked wildly now in and out of the poor blonde girl's horribly stretched cunt.
The soft folds of Vanessa's nightgown, that had fallen in between her legs, were making her tiny clitoris hard and tingly against the soft fabric. Flashing electric sensations coursed through her body and she felt as if every nerve in her were alive with excitement.
"Ooooohhhhh… ahhhhhh!" the captive blonde's head tossed from side to side and she moaned in crazed ecstasy as Aleister drove his cock in and out of her burning pussy. She was undulating her hips now, matching every stroke of his hotly fucking cock, and the fluid from her cunt was running freely down her inner thigh. She looked almost demonic as she worked her hips around and around the length of Aleister's cockshaft, trying hungrily to suck the juices from his sperm-heavy balls.
Aleister was fucking in and out of the girl's cunt with an ever-increasing tempo, his enormous cock growing larger and larger with his impending orgasm. The girl was grinding her hips around and around and groaning like a wounded animal.
"Fuck me… oh fuck me…" she cried again and again. "Fill me with cum… fill me with cummmm!"
Her blonde hair flew across her face as her head twisted back and forth and her huge tits danced on her chest as he buffeted her with harder and harder strokes. Vanessa had never seen anything like this before… had no idea what an orgasm was. To her, it looked as if the girl was going to go mad.
The dark-haired orphan stared hard now at the swaying motion of Aleister's balls as he rocked back and forth, fucking the girl mercilessly with his cock. The hair-covered sacs seemed to be filled with enormous weights.
Now Vanessa was overwhelmed with the desire to bring her hand to her own, wildly burning pussy – but again, she found that, though her body was wildly alive to sensations, she had no conscious control over it. Her hand would not obey her desire to stroke herself, and the insatiable fires raged unsatisfied between her young white thighs.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhh… ohhhhhhhh… fuck me! Fuck meeeeee! I'm cummmmiiiinnnngggggg! Ohhhhh… Godddddd!" The blonde girl was suddenly shaking and jerking wildly against the shackles that held her to the stone slab as she screamed out the first waves of her climax.
Vanessa saw too that Uncle Aleister shoved his cock still deeper up inside her wildly spasming pussy. She continued to scream and writhe, begging him to fill her cunt fill of cum. And Aleister obliged. With a deep groan, he thrust still deeper into her and suddenly his cock released the pent-up sperm from his balls. It began shooting hot blasts of searing hot cum deep up inside her still climaxing cunt.
"Ooooohhhhh! Ooooohhhhh! Aaaagggghhhhhh!" she shouted, her face a strange contorted mask of passion.
And those who stood around the couple were engaged in acts so vile and obscene that Vanessa thought she would die of shame in watching. The obscenely joined bodies spasmed in lewd unison as Aleister's cum filled her pussy, squirting in great explosive blasts from the tip of his enormous cock. Each hot blast was followed by a loud cry of pleasure from the blonde girl, and it seemed like he would never run dry. His ass cheeks flexed and unflexed in emphasis and his head was thrown back as he strained for the magnificent pleasure of his orgasm.
Vanessa felt as though something strange wanted to explode deep in her own hotly seeping pussy, for her body had grown wantonly excited from the scene before her eyes. She knew she had been drugged and surely that had something to do with this sharp excitement she was feeling in her cunt. If only she could touch herself, but she could not move her limbs, and it only made the fire in her cunt blaze still more powerfully.
As Uncle Aleister finished his orgasm, the scene before Vanessa's eyes began to fade. The figures seemed to grow paler and paler until they dissolved, leaving only the painting on the wall. Vanessa tried to see the picture as it really was, hanging once again inside its frame on the wall. But her vision was growing blurry and she couldn't make it out. And then, though she struggled to keep her eyes open, they felt very very heavy. They closed for a moment and she opened them, though with great effort. But she could not fight it. She fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.