Gender: Male Age: 28 Location: N/A
A small town church provides a discrete nesting place for a cabal that worships an alien creature who, in return, grants them mystical power. Johnny Whale, a freelance photographer who recently moved into town, is seduced into joining the group. Contains: nudity, sex, a creature of unknown origin, sorcery, a secret society, and death.
Written by Norton5
The sound of the rain beating down on the roof, woke up the thirty-six year-old, red-headed, gray-eyed man. He felt tender fingers scratching his beard, and remembered that he had brought home two high school cheerleaders with him last night after the football game. Where was the other one. Feeling around in the bed, he couldn't find her.
The toilet flushed and he smiled. A minute later, the blond, blue-eyed, petite, teenaged beauty emerged. She was still wearing her yellow and white cheerleader outfit. When she saw him awake, she blushed and said, "Good morning." Barefoot, she crawled into the bed with a smile as bright as the morning sunrise that wasn't going to show thanks to the rain that was pouring in buckets at the moment.
The man glanced over at his alarm clock that wasn't set. It was 6:05 AM. He turned his head back so he was gazing into the girl's sky-blue eyes. His brow furrowed, "I never got your name, Miss." She grinned, "It's Jennifer, but call me Jenna." He pronounced her name and stroked her golden hair. "Damn, you're beautiful, Jenna." She giggled and kissed him long on the lips.
"Hey, I want a kiss too," said the owner of the tender hands scratching his beard. He turned to kiss the beautiful, coffee-brown-skinned angel. When their lips parted, he asked her, "And your name?" She gave him a sleepy wink and purred, "Karen. What's your name? We never got it last night because we were all busy with - ahem - other things." Both girls giggled at each other. The man rose up so he was sitting upright against headboard. "My name is Johnny, and I think my head is a little bit dizzy from last night's wrestling match."
Jennifer straddled his lap, her face an inch away from his, "That should teach you never to mess with cheerleaders, Johnny." He felt underneath her sheer skirt, "Good, you're haven't put your underwear back on." Karen nuzzled her face into his chest, "Mm, you're a dirty old man, Johnny." He said, "Hey, I'm only thirty-six. Start calling me old when I've gone past forty." He felt felt for her underwear as well, and happily felt nothing, but nubile flesh underneath her skirt.
Johnny put his hands on Jennifer's hips and brought her body to his lips so he could kiss her breasts and flat stomach. "I don't know if I said this already, but I love your outfits, girls." Jennifer smiled, "I can tell by that massive erection you got beneath the covers." He still had his boxers on and he was wearing a white t-shirt. His boxers had just one button in front. He undid that and threw off the covers. Jennifer resettled herself, this time letting his cock penetrate her young pussy. Sighing, she began to bob up and down on his lap. Nothing like sex in the morning, he said to himself.
After ten minutes of getting his cock ridden by Jennifer, he shot several jets of cum inside her womb. She got off his cock, giving him a light kiss on the lips. He told her to go into the kitchen and eat whatever she could find that would make a suitable breakfast for her. She did as instructed and left him alone with Karen.
"Okay, Karen. You want to ride my dick?" He gave him a cocked eyebrow, saying, "Hell, no. But you will eat my ass and pussy." He gave her an icy look, "I don't think I like you anymore, Karen. You've rejected a nice request from me." She returned his look, "If you want to be like that, then you can jerk yourself off while thinking about me. Bye, bye." She got off the bed and put on her underwear. Then she walked out of his room. "Fuck," he muttered. No chocolate pussy for him this morning.
Karen and Jennifer were gossiping about something when he entered the kitchen. They were both eating cereal and had a banana and apple each beside their bowls. Jennifer told Johnny in a playful voice, "You're such a jerk, Johnny. Karen didn't want to ride your old dick and you had to turn into such a Nazi about it." She shook her head and took another spoonful of cereal into her mouth. Johnny wagged his index finger, "There's something wrong about the way people use that word these days, like it's an alternative to the word 'bossy.' It's actually a name belonging to an evil political organization that was the main power in Germany some years ago, way before you two were born. The party was led by a really bad person. However, I'm not a bad person. I'm just sexually corrupt, that's all." He gave them an innocent smile.
The girls continued to have their breakfast. Karen seemed to exude a cold aura towards Johnny and he shivered when he felt it. They both ate at the same pace, and when he saw that they were almost done, he stretched and spoke, as if he was remembering something, "Oh, yeah, I did say I was going to give you girls a thank you present for last night's 'big event'." They both looked at him and he tossed a 5 inch by 2 inch paper packet to each of them.
On opening hers, Jennifer's mouth dropped. "Wow! Five hundred dollars!" Karen saw that the amount given her was the same as well. She couldn't believe it. Johnny said, "Let's not do this again. Last night, I was horny as hell, but now that I'm in my proper frame of mind, I regret defiling your pure young bodies. I'm hoping this money is an adequate apology and thank you for the both of you. I'll be staying in this town permanently, so when you do see me out there or wherever, just treat me like a stranger and ignore me, please." Then he muttered, "I'm a fucking pervert."
He saw the girls to the door and before they left, they each gave him a kiss. Jennifer first, then Karen, who made hers last twelve seconds and secretly handed him a note with her cell phone number written on it.
Johnny drove sixteen miles to the next town. He was given an assignment from a regional newsletter to take pictures of a new restaurant that opened up in that town. The town was called Uphill. When he parked his car in the restaurant's driveway, he got out and did a quick check of his Nikon camera. Satisfied that everything was set, he began taking shots of the outside, then he went inside and did interior shots, and some ones that included the workers and manager.
The manager said, "Would you like to have a free meal to taste for yourself our excellent food quality?" Johnny shook his head, "No, thank you, though. But the journalist coming after me might want to try a number or two." A voice came from behind him, "I think I will try a number, thank you. Make it number five and I'll have a Mountain Dew with that." Johnny turned around and saw a woman with dark brown hair and brown eyes smiling at him. The manager nodded and called to one of the workers. "Get this lady a number five."
She was around the same age as Johnny and wore a blue jacket over white button shirt and gray pants. "Nice shiny black shoes," said Johnny. "Did you spit polish them?" She said, "Nah, I got my dog to lick 'em clean." Johnny looked to the side and asked with a crooked smile, "Is that all your dog licks for you?" She laughed and put out her hand. "I'm Tracey Blissworth. Reporter for the Hokey Messenger." He shook her hand, "Johnny Whale. Freelance photographer. Our material will be combined for the article on this place." She pointed to the camera, "Neat equipment." He thanked her and said, "I'll e-mail all the shots to the editor as soon as I get home."
With that, he smiled and walked past her, on his way out the door. She called after him, "You're living in Hokey, aren't you?" He paused in the doorway, "Yeah, how'd you know?" She shrugged, "Small town. You know how it is." He nodded and smiled, exiting the establishment.
At 12 PM, he received an e-mail reply from the Hokey Messenger's chief editor. It said, "Thanks, Johnny. The shots were very good and appropriate. We'll definitely include at least seven of them alongside Ms. Blissworth's article. Keep your phone on and e-mail checked. I'll be sending you some more work pretty soon. Thanks again. Bill Smith."
Johnny felt like celebrating his pat on the back from the chief editor. He drank a weirdly flavored ale and went out on a walk in town the little town of Hokey, his new place of residence. The people he passed by were nice and well-mannered. Some of them even said 'Hello' and 'Hey, man, how's it going?'
As he rounded the town park and playground he saw Tracey Blissworth. She waved to him and jogged over to intercept him on his route. "Going for a walk?" He smiled at her and looked her over, "You too, I think." She said, "I'm just meeting familiar faces, but it's nice to see you up and about out here. This is a good town. You'll like it here." He nodded, "Yeah, I can feel the goodness in the air." They both chuckled.
Taking his arm and walking along with him, she said, "I want you to come along with me this afternoon at four o'clock. There's a meeting at my house. It's a church thing, sort of like a Bible study." He said thoughtfully, "I'm not very comfortable in a religious environment with everyone talking about faith and goody goody stuff. I got nothing against it, personally, but It's just not for me." She gave him a weird look, "Hey, no need to sweat it. I'm only asking. One thing you should know is that the people in this meeting aren't as spiritually deep as you might fear. I'm not either. We just like creating a false sense of spiritual security for ourselves and anyone who is interested in joining our group. We're very open-minded, Johnny."
They crossed a street together and on the other side, she took his arm again, "Wow, you're really strong, I can feel your muscles." Johnny laughed, "No, I've got big bones, that's all. It's mostly fatty tissue hoping to someday get turned into muscle." Tracey laughed and leaned her head on his shoulder for two seconds, "You're funny and I like that. Oh, I saw a preview of tomorrow's issue of the Hokey Messenger. My article looks fantastic with those masterful shots you took. Has your work ever been featured in any major newspapers or magazines?" He said, "I used to work loosely for several magazines and two online newsletters when I lived in New Fork. I got sick and tired of the hectic everyday life and decided to move to a quieter and more peaceful place." She said, "And you found little old Hokey. How sweet."
It was 4:03 PM and Johnny surveyed the living room at Tracey's house. It was large and comfortable with red leather recliners and long red leather sofas. A man by the name of Adam Staedler chatted him up and helped to introduce him to other members of the group as they came into Tracey's home. They were all warm and friendly, very receptive and more down-to-Earth than he had expected after Tracey had explained their attitude towards their belief.
At 4:09 PM, Rev. Reinhart strummed and sang a hip contemporary sounding song with a moral undertone. Johnny enjoyed it immensely. He didn't know that church music could be so good to be listened to by someone as worldly as him. He wanted another song, but Reinhart kept it to one and shared a message from a pocket-sized book he had. He opened the floor for discussion after he spoke, and everyone contributed to the talk. They even asked for Johnny's opinion and he gave them what he could from what he thought he understood about what the discussion was focused on.
Reinhart closed the meeting with another upbeat song that had Johnny tapping his feet eagerly. Checking his watch, he saw that the meeting had taken only half an hour. Cool, he thought.
As everyone began leaving, Reinhart put a friendly arm around Johnny and said, "Why don't you join us for our main service on Sunday? It will be great, and you won't feel like an outcast." Johnny shrugged and said, "Sure."
Johnny got back to his place at 5:21 PM and saw three girls walking towards him on the sidewalk. One of them waved to him and called out, "Johnny, hey, man, what's up? It's me Karen. Remember me?"
"Hey, Karen," he said, stopping mid-stride and waving. They approached him and Karen touched his shirt. "Neat," she said. He replied, "It's just a shirt." She gave him a crooked smile and bit her lip. Looking at her two friends, he noticed that they were black; one darker than Karen, and the other much lighter than her. The darker one had pink eyes and her hair was dyed red, and the lighter one had almost golden eyes, hair dyed dark brown. Karen's was left naturally black, but she had just got it braided. They were all very curvy and delectable.
"How have you been Karen?" he asked. She smiled, "All over the place, but I'm good. I've been good." He said, "Well, that's good. Good is always good." They all laughed. He made sure they knew he was scanning their bodies and approving of what he saw. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your two lovely friends?" he asked Karen. She grinned and said, "Where are my manners? This here with her head on fire is Natiri and the other one with the golden eyes is Tayla. They were so psyched about meeting you when I told them that you make the most wonderful white sausages. They'd love to have some tonight and so would I."
Johnny chuckled, "I'm flattered." Natiri and Tayla pulled out twenty dollar bills from their pockets. Natiri said sweetly, "We'd be paying customers for your pork." Johnny said, "I like to think of my sausages as being made from beef." Karen said, "Didn't I tell you he was cute and funny?" Tayla said, "Beef sounds good to me."
Johnny gestured to his house and said, "My shop's open, if you would like to have some free samples for first time customers." The girls laughed, and he handed the key to Natiri. "Why don't you open the shop," he told her, patting her on the ass and doing the same for Tayla and Karen as they walked past him. Trailing them into the house, he said, "Karen might have to pay, though, since she's already sampled my sausage." She gave him a playful frown and he added, "Just kidding."
Locking the door behind him, Johnny went to take a shower and told the girls that they could have anything in the kitchen or turn on the radio and/or television, or use his computer that would only take three seconds to hook up to the Internet. They thanked him, and while he showered, microwaved two pizzas and drank a two liter bottle of some foreign cola beverage. Johnny heard both the radio and television get switched on. He also heard chatter from the girls about some things on the Internet. He thought, young people these days, overloading their senses with massive amounts of data exposure. As he soaped and scrubbed himself, he sang an improvised song he called "Black Thunder Babes."
He emerged from his room wearing nothing, but a white pair of shorts. A wonderful sight greeted his eyes. The three chocolate girls were now three chocolate girls without any clothes on. Natiri was logging off her YouTube account, Tayla switched the channel to one that had a show featuring impossibly beautiful models in almost non-existent bikinis - a sexy hip-hop tune played to their poses - and Karen finished applying oil to her entire body. All three girls were oiled and delicious for the taking.
Johnny pitched a tent in his shorts big enough to host a revival crusade. Tayla turned to see him stroll around the living room, inspecting their goods. He said, "D-a-m-n, triple exclamation mark, daayuhm!!!" Tayla said, "Don't you mean, 'badabing, badaboom'?" Johnny said, "Just trying to be hip." Natiri laughed and approached him, placing an arm around his neck and gazing into his eyes. "What you gonna do now, Mister?" He placed a kiss on her forehead and she shivered. Separating from her, he pulled down his shorts and tossed them into the far corner of the room.
Natiri took him to the sofa and sat him down. Then she climbed on, putting a leg over his lap, straddling him. She rose and slowly lowered herself, her hand directing his coffin-nail hard cock into her young black chocolate pussy. "Yeah, babe, that's what I want. I want your pussy," he said. She looked at him and said, "Tonight, me and my pals are gonna overload you with chocolate pussy, and chocolate everything else." He grabbed her ass and she started bouncing on his lap, impaling her pussy over and over again on his cock. She held onto the backrest of the sofa and began gyrating and swerving, giving more dimension to her pussy-on-cock assault on Johnny.
After twenty-three minutes, Johnny sucked on Natiri's dark chocolate tits before telling her to relax for a while as he got served by the other two. She told him, "I got more for you, so let me know once they've had their first round of your red-head cock." He told her he would.
"My turn," said Tayla. He told her to lay back on the sofa, placing a cushion under her head. Tayla opened her legs and Johnny grabbed them, holding them by his sides and pulling the junction of her thighs closer. She scooted closer to him and he pushed his cock into her light brown cunt. "Ah, chocolate with milk," he sighed. She giggled and he thrust into her pussy. They moaned, he pumped forward into her, and she held onto either side of the sofa, arching her pelvis up so he could penetrate her more easily at a downward angle. Johnny grabbed her gorgeous round breasts with his right hand, fondling, squeezing, and pinching. She moaned pleasurably and he grimaced as he increased the ferocity of his forward charging pelvis. "Ooohhhh, fuck," she cried as she came and he continued to pump her full of cock.
Johnny pulled out of Tayla and she got up to change the station on the radio. Before she got out of his reach, he pulled her back by the hips and kissed her luscious ass, taking as much of one cheek into his mouth and sucking on it, then taking the other, finally putting his tongue up her anus and flicking it about. She moaned and said, "You sure know how to eat ass, Johnny. That feels wonderful." Giving her a light spanking on each buttock, he bade her go rest for a while.
Tayla tuned the radio to a techno rock station. She started dancing to it and as he watched, Johnny got rock hard. Karen came over to him and said, "Looks like you're ready for me." She went on her knees and sucked his cock for fifteen minutes and he shot his cum up into the air. She dodged it when it fell onto the floor, and said, "That was beautiful. I'll be getting some of that tonight, but later on." Standing up, she danced really sexy for Johnny. Tayla and Natiri joined her, bumping and grinding their bodies together, their hands feeling each others' breasts, pussies, asses, stomachs, backs, arms and legs. Karen got up close to Johnny's face and rotated her ass just one centimeter away from his nose. His eyes were laser-locked onto the super-hot sight.
Then Karen stood facing Johnny and thrust her hips provocatively at his face. She pulled his face close to her pussy and thrust fast back and forth. Karen rotated her hips and pressed his face against her pelvis, gyrating and rubbing herself all over his nose, mouth, and eyes. She paused for a slow motion dance which gave him the opportunity to eat her pussy. He munched into her chocolate flesh, sucking hard on her labia, and delving deep with his tongue, fucking her orally. She started moaning, but continued to gyrate her hips, pussy wetting his entire face while his mouth sucked her cunt like there was no tomorrow.
Finally, she pushed him back against the sofa and mounted herself on his cock. Pulling his face to her breasts, she rode him hard for twenty five minutes until she came on him. Pushing him back, she leaned in and kissed him passionately. "That's for not letting you get my pussy that morning." Johnny was out of breath and he spoke haltingly, saying, "You've more than made up for it." She grinned, "Make up is for starters. Now it's time for the main course."
They triple-teamed Johnny eleven minutes later when Tayla kissed him long and deep on the sofa, and with his legs spread apart, Karen and Natiri sucked on his cock and ball sack. Tayla stopped kissing him and put her boobs against his face, "Suck 'em, Johnny." He did so while Karen excused Natiri, placing herself solely between Johnny's legs. Then she breast-fucked herself on his cock, at intervals, tapping his meat against her oily globes.
He came and shot ropes of cum onto Karen's boobs. The last drips she applied to her nipples, and making sure he was watching, she licked her nipples clean, then her tits. "Mmmm, you taste good, Johnny," she told him.
Johnny asked Natiri to put another pizza in the microwave. While waiting for Johnny's nuts to produce another load of cum in his system, Tayla used his computer to log into stories.xnxx.com and check the ratings on her latest story, "Night of the Living Skeleton," a fantasy horror erotic story about a girl who fucked around with her biology professor, and all his top male students, and inadvertently brought a murderous skeleton to life. "Damn it!" she said, when she saw that it was rated 53 percent. "I put a lot of effort into that story. Five thousand, four hundred, and twenty-nine words and it took me well over a month to type that up."
Karen sat on the sofa beside Johnny, and gave Tayla a sympathetic look, "Sometimes our best isn't good enough. Keep at it, though. You might hit a high rating on your next story, or even the one after that." Johnny offered, "Hey, why don't you write a fictional account of what we're doing tonight?" Tayla pounded her fist into her palm, "I think I might just do that. Thanks for the idea, Johnny." He gestured, it was nothing, and added, "But don't use our real names. Just in case, one of us becomes somebody famous in the future. Instead of a celebrity sex tape, we'll have a celebrity sex story." Natiri said, "That's not so bad."
Johnny announced, "Okay, I'm back again." Karen saw his cock was hard. She smiled and pushed her legs up against herself in an acute angle. Johnny saw her pussy wide open for fucking and wasted no time. Leaning against the sofa, he slid his cock into her pussy and drilled her for ten minutes before spurting cum inside her. He jerked off rapidly, emptying himself into her vagina. "Mmm, thank you, Johnny. I needed that cum."
Tayla got on her hands and knees while Natiri laid herself on top of her. With their pussies stacked one on top of the other, it made an attractive combination to Johnny. He positioned himself behind them on the floor. Pushing his cock into Tayla, he rapidly plugged her pussy for five minutes, pulled out, and rapidly fucked Natiri's pussy on top. Both girl moaned as they each got fucked and felt the other one's body shake as she got entered and fucked.
Johnny burst two separate cumloads in both their pussies in a matter of twenty-seven minutes, leaving them both sighing with satisfaction.
After drinking a can of Dr. Pepper, he ordered them to get on their knees by the sofa and put their asses out. They did as he instructed, and he proceeded to fuck Karen doggy style, then Natiri, then Tayla. He went back to Karen again, then Natiri, then Tayla. He repeated the process twice and Natiri said, "Fuck! My pussy's getting sore." He went for a third, then a fourth. Tayla asked, "What pill did you take, Johnny?" He chuckled, "Dr. Pepper does that to me. I could go on for maybe an hour and a half more." Karen yelled, "Shit!"
Johnny said, "I take that to mean that you want me to fuck your asses now, huh? Right." He did Tayla first, now moving from right to left. She grunted as he stuffed her light brown ass full of his white mega sausage, plowing in and out of her for fifteen minutes. Next, Natiri felt his cock plunge into her anus and it drilled her thoroughly for sixteen minutes. Lastly, he pumped Karen's ass with his cock, and after eighteen minutes, he came on her ass, shooting two strings. He moved quickly to Natiri and shot three strings, then on to Tayla, pasting three strings of cum on her buns.
Johnny groaned loudly and let his cock hang. It was painful, but also fulfilling, knowing that he had fucked three of the most gorgeous girls he'd ever seen. Calling over his shoulder as he lumbered to the shower, he said, "You girls spend the night with me. I'm taking a shower and then I'm dropping dead on my bed. You can take a shower after me and crawl into my bed or sleep in one of the other two empty rooms, or on the sofa, if you prefer to. Have a good night and I'll see your sexy bodies tomorrow."
Sunday morning, three days later, Johnny sat in a comfortable chair in the Hokey Faith Center. He got a message from Rev. Reinhart to meet him after church.
The service was wonderful and inspiring, songs as contemporary and hip as anything mainstream without sounding crude or carnal in any way. Rev. Reinhart's message was short and to the point, without any sharp edges that he had come to expect from the average Christian pulpit. This church could make anybody feel good. He pondered that thought for a while and felt a bit uneasy for some reason. Anybody feel good.
The service took an hour's time and afterward people were invited to refreshments in the dining hall some meters away from the main service area.
As he dug into a fruit pie with a plastic fork, he noticed two women looking at him. He smiled and they both gave him small discrete waves, he gave them another boyish grin and resumed eating his fruit pie.
Adam Staedler sat down beside him. "Hey, there, partner. How're you?" Johnny ate a forkful of pie, "I'm good. Loved the service. You folks really know how to do things here." Adam looked pleased, "Glad you like. We hope to see more of you here from time to time. We're not asking you to make any commitments or anything sticky. We want you to think of this place as a reliable center of calm when everything is crashing about you." Johnny nodded as he put another piece of pie in his mouth, "I like that idea." Adam gave him a warm pat on the back, "Good."
Adam said a confidential tone, "Would you accept an invitation to meet with a few core members of this church down below in the subterranean chambers?" Johnny said, "Yeah, that would be cool."
An hour later, Johnny was walking through a subterranean passage below the church. Adam led the way. "This place was here before the church on top was built. Believe it or not, there was a cult that used to practice weird rituals down here, before our predecessors wrested ownership of the site from them." Johnny said, "Wow."
They passed many chambers and stopped at one. They entered it and inside was seated members of the core group that Adam had talked about. Two of them he already knew: Rev. Reinhart and Tracey Blissworth. The others were introduced to him by Adam. They were: Fred Greenberg, Dale Garfish, Irwen Hubble, and Liberty Everpath. They all seemed pleased to meet him and devoured him with their eager stares. Feeling a bit out of place, Johnny reverted into himself.
Rev. Reinhart, now dressed in a black woolen shirt, and black pants said, "Please sit, Johnny. We're discussing some important business and are very eager to hear what you have to say." Johnny's mind was now spinning a hundred miles per hour. Fred Greenberg spoke, "Johnny, there's a certain Protestant denomination in this town that has been saying some negative things about our church, even to the point of robbing us of some of our most valued congregation members. Now, all members are equal, but I think you understand that some people can be more valuable than others by what they can contribute through money, power, popularity, etc." Johnny nodded in understanding, wanting to get straight to the point.
Liberty Everpath said, "Johnny, we've been fighting an ongoing battle of ideals with this group and now it seems we may be losing. For the sake of our faithful regular attendants, we cannot afford to let them shut us down." Johnny looked at her and asked, "How are you planning on stopping that from happening?" She said, "They have some shortcomings and we're hoping to make a case against them, based on those faults. It's not a dirty tactic, because when you're fighting a religious battle, fault-finding is the only practical tactic to use."
Tracey said, "I'm putting together a story that will blow the lid on their festering pit of worms. Once it is fully completed, I will get the chief editor to feature it on the front page of the Hokey Messenger. However, in this day and age, pictures are headed more than text. This is where your skills as a photographer will come in handy." Johnny felt a lump growing in his throat.
Rev. Reinhart said, "Johnny, we're asking you to do this service for us, and as a result, you will become one of us and get to experience privileges that you would never have even dreamed of having." Johnny thought hard and said, "A member of this church?" Reinhart smiled sinisterly and Adam laughed. Johnny felt goosebumps rise on his skin.
Irwen Hubble spoke, "The church exists because it is convenient. The real significant thing we're trying to protect here is our exclusive group that you see gathered here in this chamber. We are a cabal, an inner circle, within the church, that truly controls everything. If our church is destroyed, it would be a major loss to us and our livelihoods could be ruined. We need the church as a front, so to speak, to enable us to operate for the good of many noble ideals fundamental to our society and the good of our cabal. If you help us to destroy our ideological enemy, you will be part of our Inner Circle." She lowered her voice to a tone more serious than before, "And to be part of our Inner Circle is to be a chieftain of power."
Adam shot Johnny a piercing look, "You with us?" The lump now felt like it was the size of an actual apple. Johnny wondered, if I'm not with these folks, then they might consider me against them. Would that endanger me? Considering the creepy subterranean surroundings, he thought, definitely. It would mean danger for his life.
He nodded his head, "I'm in." Looking to Tracey, he asked, "Tell me what you need." She gave him a smile that looked slightly reptilian. Freaky, he thought, shivering on the inside.
During most of that week, Johnny took pictures of various regular meetings between the members of the Church of Light. They didn't seem as sinister as the Inner Circle, but he knew that not doing as they wanted would result in something unpleasant happening to him, and he didn't want to guess what that would be.
After e-mailing Tracey, with the photos attached, he fell asleep and woke up at 11 AM. He checked his e-mail inbox and saw a reply from her. Opening it, the message said, "Good job, Johnny. Irwen will be stopping by to brief you on some important matters that have risen lately."
Seventeen minutes later, and Irwen was knocking on his door. "Hello, Irwen. How are you?" he asked as he let her in and closed the door behind her. "Fine. Thanks for asking. I just came to see your dwelling. Nice place." Johnny had a pleasant expression fixed on his face and kept it like that for five seconds before saying, "You don't have anything to tell me?" She looked him over, "No." "Ah, so Tracey must have been misinformed." "Yes, she was."
She spoke, "When we talked about the privileges of being a member of the Inner Circle we weren't overstating the magnitude of the power we wield. Would you like a demonstration?" Johnny looked at the pale, fragile woman before him. "Uh, okay." She smiled and before he realized it, she was a large, green, reptilian monster with yellow eyes. It had to bend over not to break through the ceiling. Her voice was rough when she spoke, "Do you like what you see?" Johnny's legs became weak, "Er, no, not really, no offense, but big lizards aren't my cup of tea." She laughed and hissed, then turned into a six-foot pink anthropomorphic rabbit. It spoke with her voice, "We are not to be trifled with. As a part of our Inner Circle, you have now been given the right to wield some power of your own." With that, the rabbit transformed back into Irwen, fragile and pale.
She held out her hand as if she wanted him to kiss it. He took it and was hit by a pulse of super-charged energy that sent him sprawling across the living room. His vision was blurry as he saw her make her way to the front door. She said, "Try out your power. Experiment a little. See you." She left.
Johnny turned himself into a red, winged demon (or at least, his idea of what a demon should look like) and flew at a great speed, all the way to Las Vegas.
He transformed himself into someone who resembled a thirty-something Pierce Brosnan. Walking into a strip club, he sat and watched two ladies strip off their clothes and dance around poles for an hour and a half. What stamina, he thought. Then the amazing happened. A teenager who looked remarkably like Britney Spears (in her teens) sat on his lap. She peeled off her t-shirt and tight pants. Naked, she bounced on his lap, making him impossibly hard. He wondered if the Pierce Brosnan look was wearing off. No, it wasn't. People were still checking him out and the girl on his lap wasn't freaking out.
She turned to bounce on his lap in reverse. He clutched her breasts as they jiggled on her chest. Her golden hair flayed around and flowed over his face. He breathed her in and leaned in to kiss her on the back. Then she turned to face him again and hugged her to him. Johnny took the opportunity to suck on her teen boobies. She giggled, delighted.
He began caressing her and kissed her passionately. "You're so fucking hot," he whispered in her ear. "You remind me of my father," she told him. Her fingers went down to his zipper and soon his cock sprung out. She maneuvered herself and began humping his cock like a champ. He climaxed in her and had to catch his breath. A voice asked, "I hope you enjoyed her." Johnny turned to see Dale Garfish. He was shocked and almost threw Britney-look-alike off his lap. Dale motioned to the Britney-look-alike and Johnny focused on her. No way. He had been fucking a sixty-something year-old whore and she wasn't good-looking. Almost wanting to throw up, he turned into a red demon again and scared everyone in the club. Then he flew out, Dale following him in the form of a brown bat.
They sat at a casino bar, drinking. "Tracey will be putting out her story tomorrow. Our enemy will be defeated. Big thanks to you. Sorry about the old whore trick." Johnny glared at him, "Don't ever do that again, you hear?" Dale nodded solemnly.
After four minutes of silence, Dale asked, "Do you want to meet the source of our powers?" Johnny eyed him. Dale continued, "We will have to go back to Hokey to be able to see it. It dwells in one of the subterranean chambers. Since you're a part of the Inner Circle, I thought I should show you the thing that started off everything that the Inner Circle is."
The beast in the last and deepest chamber was the most horrible-looking creature Johnny had ever seen. Dale smiled. "Cute, isn't he?" Johnny said, "Our concepts of cute don't match." Dale chuckled then became serious. "We pay tribute to this creature once a month. It feasts on human beings." Johnny gave Dale a disgusted look. Dale said, "Hey, all this power we have has a price, but it's worth it. Don't you like being able to turn into a demon and fly at vast speeds?" Johnny didn't answer.
"Does it eat a certain kind of people?" he finally asked. Dale seemed relieved by his question, "Yes. People with hope in their hearts." Johnny asked, "Why?" Dale said, "People with hope taste better than those without it." Johnny nodded, "So newly married couples must be rated in the top ten meals?" Dale nodded, "You're getting it." "What happens if you don't feed it for a month?" Dale said, "We lose our powers and the beast gets weaker." "When's its next feeding time?" Dale said, "The day after tomorrow."
The next morning's paper got delivered to his doorstep and Johnny gingerly picked it up. On the front page, the story by Tracey "revealed" a "sinister hidden agenda" by the Hokey Church of Light. His pictures didn't play as big a role as he had been led to believe, but they did add some authenticity to Tracey's words.
His cell phone chirped and he answered on the third ring. "Hello." "Dale told you about our friend in the chamber below?" It was Adam, even though he was calling from an unknown number and hadn't told him who he was, he could recognize his voice somehow, not from familiarity either. "Uh, yeah, he kinda took me down there, and I got to see it." "It's a 'he', not an 'it'." "A 'he', got it." "Be there in the chamber at six this afternoon." "Okay." "We'll be feeding it."
Johnny watched in horror as a boy and girl, who both seemed to be about fourteen years of age, were tossed to the creature and it lunged at them. Some impulse in him charged him to propel himself in there and save them, but before he could do so, he was paralyzed by another unseen force. It was Reinhart. He had a determined evil look on his face. "Let Rogue eat his rightful meal." They called the creature Rogue.
The creature made quick work of the boy and girl and licked it's disgusting lips. It spoke, "Thank you. As always, I repay you by continuing to feed you mystical energy that enables to do amazing things." Johnny felt the energy charge him up and so did the other members of the Inner Circle who had gathered for the ritual feeding of the beast. Now it was their turn to feed and they fed off its power which empowered them.
Johnny got his house and slammed the door behind him. "Fuck!" he yelled and crumpled to the floor. Do something about this, he told himself. And that's what he did.
He went online and gathered information on mystical energy, witchcraft, sorcery, black magic, cults, occult, alternative religions, demonology, hyper-scientific theories, etc.
A phone number was found in all the information he copied to his computer. He called it and a woman's voice came on the line. "Marcella's Witching Service. How may I help you?" "Is this Marcella I'm talking to or her secretary?" The woman chuckled, "I have no secretary and my office is my apartment. What do you want, Mr Unknown?" "I have some questions about magic and other related stuff." "Ask away." He did and she disclosed a bit of information that made him hungry for more.
She directed him to her electronic bank account and he paid for the rest of the information he wanted. She gave it to him and finally he said thank you and hung up.
The creature woke up from its slumber and saw Johnny standing in its chamber with a water blaster pack strapped to his back. "What is that?" it asked, fear in its voice as it saw Johnny aim the blasting nozzle in its direction. "A water blaster pack that happens to contain holy water blessed by a hundred reverends." "No!" Johnny squeezed the trigger and unleashed a jet of holy water onto the creature. It's skin blistered in seconds and eventually exploded into pieces of pink and green flesh. Johnny dropped the pack and took on ghost form, ascending through the chamber ceiling, up through the church building and into the open sky.
Bill Smith sent Johnny some work, who proceeded to take pictures of a disgraced postal worker who now sought fame by telling a story about a big conspiracy against the government that he was trying to uncover before they caught him doing something he shouldn't have. There was a reply from Bill in his e-mail inbox ten minutes after he sent the photos. It said, "Thanks. Not a great story, but it should fill up the blank spaces in the paper."
He slept on his sofa at 11 AM and woke up an hour later. There was knocking on his front door. On opening the door, he saw Liberty Everpath. She put a finger to his chest and winked. A jolt hit him like a semi truck, sending him crashing through his living room and kitchen.
The Inner Circle entered his home and closed the door behind them. Reinhart stood in the middle of the living room and said sternly, "You killed Rogue, the source of our power. Now, with the little power we still have, we will cause you much pain before we end your life." He opened the palm of his hand and Johnny saw a tendril of pink energy emerge from it. The energy stretched towards him and he felt a creeping pain and dread in his chest.
Before it could touch him, Johnny combined his witching powers with the remaining energy he got from the creature to shoot a bolt of red crackling energy at Reinhart. He shrieked and fell to the floor with a black gaping hole in his chest. The other members of the Inner Circle fired off jets, beams, spirals, and all forms of energy at Johnny, but he outmatched them with the extra knowledge of witching power he had obtained from Marcella. After less than twenty seconds, all the members of the Inner Circle were dead and Johnny surveyed the scene of home wreckage and dead bodies from the ceiling.
As a result of the negative story in the Hokey Messenger, the Hokey Church of Light was closed down because no one wanted to attend a church with such a bad sinister agenda. Johnny felt like shit about it, but there was nothing he could do. Or was there?
Using his brains, determination, and powers of witchcraft that were super-enhanced by residual energy left in his system from Rogue, he was able to convince what was left of the Church of Light to merge with the shell of a church that the Faith Center had become. The building and chambers below it were destroyed and over that was constructed a larger building. The organization that came to inhabit it called themselves the Hokey Center of Light.
Johnny never attended the church after he helped to build it and organize the core group that became the Center of Light. But he did keep an eye on it from time to time.
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