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STORY CODES: Religious Themes, Supernatural, LGBT themes, WS, Scat, Blasphemy, Sacrilege, Sodomy, Young, Devil Worship, NC, Abuse, Rape, and Snuff
CREATED: 10.10.2024
Satanic Tomb Raider 1
SYNOPSIS OF THE SATANIC TOMB RAIDER
This is a story of a voyage of discovery, to a place full of evil and depravity. Young Karin goes in search of her missing father, who disappeared when she was only eleven years old. Now eighteen and the heir to her father’s fortune, she finds out that her father has some rather dark and twisted secrets. She decides to follow in his footsteps, hoping that maybe he could even be still alive. As her journey unfolds, she finds herself subjected to supernatural forces — possibly in the clutches of three demonic sisters — that offer lust, incest, and depravity, as well as putting Karin in great personal danger.
CHARACTERS OF THE SATANIC TOMB RAIDER (IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE)
- Karin Von Kroft — eighteen-year-old daughter of Dr. Josef Von Kroft and sole heir to the Kroft family estate — is young, bold, and adventurous
- Dr. Josef Von Kroft — Karin’s father, who has been missing in action for seven years, whilst supposedly on a business trip (that he never returned from)
- Martha — Karin’s caregiver, from the age of eleven, when her father disappeared
- Catherine (Cat) — sixteen-year-old maid in the Kroft family estate
- Sophia — a strange German woman that Karin meets whilst, in Phuket
- Arak — the captain of the “Sea Dragon” a charter boat
THE DISCOVERY — CHAPTER ONE (2,965 WORDS)
Her name was Karin Von Kroft. She was of mixed Swedish and German heritage. Karin was the last descendant of the Kroft family — a family with a long aristocratic history in England. Her blue-green eyes, long blonde hair, fair complexion, and sculptured physique, reflected her good breeding and strong family genes. She was five foot, six inches tall. If you saw her, your first impression would be, that she was young and sexy — maybe a little flat-chested, but nevertheless, very alluring.
Her enigmatic father had been Dr. Josef Von Kroft, and he’d raised her single-handedly since her mother died at birth. She had been only eleven years old when her father had disappeared. That had been seven years ago. Now, eighteen, Karin was the sole heir to her family’s estate. The Kroft family were wealthy, beyond imagination.
But why had her father forsaken her? She knew very little about him. His business trips abroad were usually only a few weeks. Why hadn’t he returned? The lawyers said that she was to sign his official death certificate and assume responsibility for the entire estate, including the enormous Kroft mansion. Karin was visibly upset, and Martha, the Kroft family’s caregiver, comforted her as she faced the acceptance of her father’s official death.
“He wanted you to have this,” said the elderly Martha with a softening smile.
It was an unusual puzzle, shaped like a cube, with strange markings and insignias. It wasn’t wood. It wasn’t plastic or metal either. Its dull surface did not indicate its purpose or content.
”What is it?” asked young Karin.
“I’m not sure, but your father gave us specific instructions, that we were to pass this to you, upon his death.”
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Karin had taken the puzzle and returned to the Kroft mansion by her motorbike.
She needed to be alone with her thoughts. Was there any possibility of finding him after all this time? She’d signed the death certificate but felt strangely unsatisfied with it all. The servants, butlers, and Martha had looked after her every need. But now she needed to be alone with her thoughts.
Finally, in her private chambers, Karin took a refreshing shower. Her nubile young body was thin and wiry — still a girl — almost a woman.
Since puberty, she’d noticed how she was different from most young girls. She’d heard the term, clitoromegaly, macroclitoris, even hermaphroditic, and knew it was something to do with a hormonal imbalance at birth. It was a source of embarrassment — even shame. So, she’d kept it hidden and never told anyone about it. However, despite her clitoris having the appearance of a penis, she enjoyed playing with it. She often loved to masturbate in the warm water of the shower, rubbing her “clitty” with one hand, while pressing her delicate fingers of the other, inside of herself — until she reached a knee-jerking orgasm.
She was feeling very horny, but today felt very different. She found it hard to concentrate. Frustrated, she grabbed a towel and dried her hair. She wrapped the wet towel around her head and sat naked on the bed. From where she was seated, she could see her freshly shaved pussy in the dressing mirror.
Her finger absentmindedly rubbed her around the edge of the delicate folds of her pinkish pussy lips, making her penal clitoris stand upright from her cunt. There was moisture, not from the shower, but a wetness from her inner juices. She squeezed her clitoris hard and pressed a single digit inside of herself.
“Mmmmmm …” she groaned, rubbing a little faster.
It felt so good. Her sexual juices began to flow over her hand. She was becoming very wet.
She liked to watch herself masturbate. Her body was glowing with arousal. Her breathing had become deeper. She often wondered what it would be like to finger another girl’s pussy. To kiss or lick another pussy. She stuck her tongue out imagining it was penetrating her make-believe lover — as if tongue-kissing her mirror image. Maybe making love to her imaginary twin, longing to suck her own penal clit.
Her nipples were so hard, that they ached to be touched and twisted. She looked at her tiny breasts — just little cones of flesh — crowned with dark nipples and areolas. She squeezed her chest-flesh and she fingered herself faster. Her hips began to thrust back and forth to the rhythm of her finger-fucking … it seemed that her sexy reflection was obsessed with reaching an orgasm.
The thought of penetration using her clit, made her even more excited. She thought about Catherine or “Cat” as she called her. Cat was a young maid, freshly hired by Martha, to take care of Karin’s “person things”. Cat was about two years younger than Karin. A sixteen-year-old, cockney with a strong east-ender accent.
There’d been a time, a few weeks prior, that she’d caught the young girl in her bedroom. Cat had been completely naked and masturbating with the handle of Karin’s hairbrush handle. The girl obviously hadn’t been expecting Karin to return so soon. Karin watched as the young slut put on quite a show. Karin’s clitoris throbbed at this erotic sight. That’s when Karin asked her …
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Cat had been caught red-handed.
“Oh gawd, Miss, please … I’ll do any fing! Just don’t tell Ms. Martha!”
And that’s exactly what Karin had done.
“Kitty suck my clitty,” she’d demanded, knowing that she had one over the young maid … getting the young girl to perform oral sex on her frequently.
It wasn’t exactly a chore … it seemed that Cat was into it and they quickly became secret lovers.
“Aargh…” she groaned thinking about Cat’s mouth wrapped around her clit-cock or her mischievous tongue being inside her.
She panted deeply as a wash of orgasmic pleasure, made her shudder.
Slowly her breathing returned to normal … that’s when she remembered the puzzle. Earlier she’d tried to figure it out. The puzzle box was intriguing. Karin was good at figuring out stuff. Her father had been very proud of her ingenuity and intelligence. He’d wanted her to attend university and become a scholar. The question was always Oxford or Cambridge, but since his disappearance, she’d refused the opportunity, unsure of her place in the world.
She had tried to open the cube. She’d pressed in sequence, each of the six sides of the puzzle, feeling the strange indented markings and inscriptions, for how the cube could be opened. She turned it around. She felt each side of the surface for clues. Her father had always talked about the power of magic. Even black magic and dark things. He talked, in a way, that made them sound almost romantic. Was this cube magic? She laughed at herself.
Without a second thought, she picked it up again. Her youthful fingers moved across the crisp edges. Her fingers were still sticky with her vaginal fluids from masturbation. The cube seemed to react — strange, she thought — she felt a mechanical movement inside, as the cube “reacted” to her slimy, cunt-wet touch — the side slid back and revealed a slip of paper inside. She opened it. It was a message in her father’s handwriting.
The message read, “The first letter from my final destination.” Another puzzle. What did it mean?
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Karin got dressed. Around the mansion, she liked to wear skimpy clothing — matching Lululemon yoga pants, little bra tops, and flip-flops. It was Sunday and most of the servants, including her guardian, Martha, were away.
“Miss, can I do any-fing?”
It was Cat.
”Thought you were away today?” replied Karin, happy to see her secret lover and thinking about the mischievous things they could get up to together.
”Come with me. We have a puzzle to solve,” Karin added.
Cat looked intrigued.
They both made their way down to the family mausoleum. Could that be a “final destination”? It was in a secluded spot at the rear of the property. It was always swept clean and well-maintained, with fresh flowers on display.
Her father’s plot was marked with his name and year of birth, 1963. But no date of death yet. Karin looked at the letters as she thought through the puzzle clue.
“The first letter …” it was “J” for “Josef!”
She pressed it. To her surprise, she felt the area around the letter suddenly depress inwards, like a button, followed by an obvious mechanical noise from behind the headstone — next the entire front of his tomb slid open. It was a doorway but to where?
”Wow. Look at that,” said Karin.
Curiosity was always one of her virtues. Sometimes it was her curse. As they both stepped over the threshold a light illuminated a short metal staircase that led downwards into a large room some eight or ten feet below. Stepping further inside, Karin noticed the door slide close, behind them.
At first glance, the room appeared like an archaeologist’s workshop or laboratory. Haphazard and cluttered. There were stone relics of dubious phallic idols, erotic wooden statues, stacks of old books, dusty manuscripts, urns, chalices, and religious objects, among microscopes, excavation tools, brushes, survey transits, recording devices, and an old-style video cam.
As Karin looked more carefully at the content, it seemed darker, overtly sexual, and more ominous — the books were mostly about sexual rituals, black magic, occult, demonology, and even devil worship.
She saw a note on the side of the camcorder. It simply said, “Play me.”
”Wot is it?” asked Cat.
”Let’s find out.”
Karin opened the side panel which contained the camcorder’s screen and switched the dusty old hand-held device on. The screen lit up. It was the face of her departed father, just as she remembered him, from seven years earlier.
“If you watching this. It means that I am already dead. I’m truly sorry that I never made it back to you, Karin. Well by now, you’ve discovered that I wasn’t traveling abroad for boring board meetings. And I have a confession to make. Ever since your dear mother died, I have been trying to discover more about the supernatural — and in these unusual expeditions — I discovered secrets that I know need to be kept secret … There are things here that must never be found … Please, before you do anything, destroy this place and everything in it. It is wicked and evil and has led to nothing but despair. Destroy it all. Please! I’m so sorry that I have to ask this last favor of you, but you’re all I have. I love you …”
The image became scratchy with interference as if there was more, but it was indecipherable. Karin rewound and tried to play the end of the tape again, but there was nothing but white noise and static.
She closed the small screen.
”Wot does that mean?”
“I’m not sure,” answered Karin sincerely.
Her father’s wish for her to destroy everything played on her mind. Her curiosity was peaked. “Evil and wicked” he’d said. “Discovered secrets” he’d said. Maybe she could find out where he’d disappeared too? Maybe there was hope that she could find him?
”Look at these,” said Karin.
She found several passports of her father’s with different names, nationalities, and details — together with a thick leather-bound notebook.
”It’s … it’s like that movie … Born Identity …” said young Cat.
Karin opened up the notebook to discover more of her father’s crazy secrets. In his hand-written notes, he described the “Evil and wicked” that he had discovered. It confirmed that after the sudden death of her mother, he had become fixated on the supernatural. He had taken several lines of inquiry, some that followed the traditional Abrahamic beliefs, but more that followed a more immoral direction … occult, witchcraft, demons.
”Who’s Mara?” asked Cat, looking over Karin’s shoulder.
There were extensive entries that talked about a Buddhist demon called Mara.
“Something like a demon. My father wrote that the entombed spirit of the demon’s three daughters. Mara was very powerful. As legend had it, his daughter’s names were Trnsa, Rati, and Raga. They were described as the demon sisters of lust, incest, and depravity.”
”Fuck!”
She read on.
“My father said that during the Second World War, the Nazis had shown great interest in acquiring this occult power. During this time, it had been the regime of the Third Reich, that used covert measures to get what they sorted. Their leader, Adolf Hitler, had been an occultist, seeking out dark forces to control the world. It said that he had given his followers orders to prioritize the search, saying — He who does not have the demonic seed within himself will never give birth to a magical world.”
”Magick … That’s some dark shit!” remarked Cat.
”You’re not kidding! He goes on to say that after years of research and false starts … I have finally determined that their occult power was no myth, that these demon-sisters, did in fact, hold a secret to a sexual plague. And I have found a way to unlock their tomb. The incestuous demon sisters had been trapped by determined Buddhist priests and locked away to save the world, from the Nazis and their potentially destructive influence.”
”Demons of lust!” whispered Cat.
She licked her lips.
Karin studied the pornographic drawings, sketches, maps, and symbols that followed. She was completely fascinated by it.
The incestuous demon-p sisters it seemed, though female, possessed transgender qualities as well, worshiped by their followers in both female and male form … and even as a mixture of both. Her father had sketched several drawings of the naked sex demons … with the breasts of young females, and prominent penises of virile young men … not so different to her own (she thought), clitoromegaly.
There was strange poem. Or was it prayer? Karin read it out loud to Cat …
“Trnsa, Rati, and Raga, goddesses all,
Naked before them you stand tall,
Darker and deeper be your fall,
Answering Mara’s demonic call.
“Demon sisters of everlasting lust,
Make a human sacrifice, we must,
In their sexual evil, we will trust,
Masturbate! We rub and thrust.
“To open the tomb and shine the light,
Giving their evil the power of flight,
For lust, incest, and depravities will bite,
This dark occult will be your birthright.”
“It’s so perverted! … but it’s kind of hot, right?” remarked Cat.
“You know, I should find this all disturbing … but I don’t. It’s really weirdly arousing!”
Was there such a thing? To be revolted yet sexually excited by something. Her penal clitty had been throbbing inside her yoga pants pressing its outline against the fabric — her cunt was rapidly becoming wetter — as she read out loud to Cat about these sexual demons … their lust, incest, and depravity … their sexual plague … infecting all everyone … ritual orgies … perverted sex … bestiality … human sacrifices …
“Is it like a kind of sexual insanity?” asked Cat.
“Maybe …” answered Karin.
”Sounds hot, to me!”
”What, devil worship, sounds hot? You’re such a little slut!” said Karin.
”Yer … I know, and you look like you’re getting off on it too!”
She was right. The front of Karin’s yoga pants was getting drenched between her legs as she subconsciously rubbed the stiff neb of her engorged clitoris.
”Look at this,” said Cat, holding up a long carved bone phallus with a head of an erect penis at both ends, “What do you think this could be for?”
Karin took the ritual phallus from Cat and examined it closely. The phallus had been marked with the same strange sigils and prayer mantras as the puzzle and the pornographic drawings in her father’s book … even holding it made Karin feel revolted yet very turned on.
As Karin held it in her hand, the image of her inserting it inside of herself, formed in her mind. Words, almost verbalized flashed into her young mind … “Yes, worship us … Worship us and masturbate with our sacred phallus,” … Without another thought, Karin began to strip naked, first she removed her soaked leggings, and then her skimpy bra top. Cat watched her and did the same. Karin began to rub one of its smooth cock-head ends between her dripping cunt lips.
”Argh! Fuck! It … it feels so … mmmm … argh!” exclaimed Karin.
The pleasure was instant and intense. Her legs felt like jelly. As it touched her clit the pleasure seemed to intensify even further. She felt as if she was about to explode. It was like nothing Karin had experienced before. Her breathing became more labored. The double-end phallus was now sticking out of her cunt at ninety degrees.
”You …. You gotta feel this,” insisted Karin, “Lie down and open your legs! … mmmm … yer … wider!”
Cat did as Karin told her, and Karin positioned herself, crouching above Cat’s open thighs. She guided the opposite end of the bone phallus between Cat’s narrow cunt lips and pressed the smooth head downwards until the double-ended phallus penetrated both of them. The sensation intensified again and the phallus seemed to throb even more powerfully, whilst connected to both Karin and Cat.
”Fuck! That feels so … fucking good …” groaned Cat, as she wriggled around on its tip.
They quickly began to ground their hips together. They pressed the bone cock deeper into their yearning bodies. Shockwaves of deviant pleasure rippled through their cunt holes. Both of them began to tremble with orgasmic delight. Karin gripped Cat’s legs for support as she rammed herself harder and harder against Cat’s body.
”Argh! Argh! Fuck me, demon, fuck me!” Cat groaned.
Cat felt Karin push it to its furthest extent between the both of them, to the point where the legs were scissoring and Karin’s big clit pressed again her tiny one.
”Fu … fuck!” screamed Karin.
Watery girl juices squirted from their stretched cunt hole as they both began to ejaculate over each other.
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THE JOURNEY — CHAPTER TWO (2,668 WORDS)
Karin was excited by the new possibility. Not just about the possibility of finding out more about the fate of her father, but about the whole demon sex thing. Could there be such a thing?
His disappearance had been a mystery that had more than just haunted her for years. And it was a mystery that she was determined to uncover. Among his notes was a map of an island in a place called Mergui, and a print-out of a boat he’d chartered called the “Sea Dragon”.
It seemed her father’s discovery of the sexual power of the demon sisters, seemed to only amplify her illicit motivations, in a way that she wasn’t exactly too proud of. Since the discovery of her father’s hidden room, and the bone phallus, Cat and Karin had been insatiable, fucking secretly day and night. It had inspired many sexual perversities that she’d never imagined before. Fisting and anal. It seemed completely wrong but there was no denying the demands of their heightened libidos. They both worshiped the sacred cock. Cat had encouraged their blasphemous role play about the demon sisters of lust, incest, and depravity … getting Karin to fuck her in all her holes. They were priestesses of a perverted sex cult, worshiping through orgasms. Was it devil worship? There was a chorus of voices that sang in the back of her mind …
“Demon sisters of everlasting lust,
Make a human sacrifice, we must,
In their sexual evil, we will trust,
Masturbate! Masturbate! We rub and thrust.”
Karin had only been fifty-fifty when it came to the whole supernatural thing. But she couldn’t deny the way the bone phallus had completely enchanted them both … there must be some kind of black magick involved … she thought … and then there were these incessant whispers … were they spirits or her imagination … they kept telling her to, “Masturbate! Masturbate! Masturbate!” Was she just high on their perverted sex? Maybe it was her mind? These whispers were just telling her what she wanted to hear, rather than the voice of reason, that said it was totally wrong and immoral.
Another shocking revelation that Cat discovered, in her father’s notes, was that the bone phallus had been fashioned from the thigh bone of a sacrificed child. Grotesque. An unhinging thought that only conflicted her mind with guilt and disgust but made her clitoris throb more and cunt drool even more with this new perverted lust … as they both kissed and licked it with even greater reverence.
“We’re fucking ourselves with a dead child’s bone,” she verbalized.
”I know … It’s evil, wicked, and demonic,” added Cat enthusiastically, “Fuck me again! Make me cum!”
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Her father’s notebook and the various maps she found, described an uninhabited island, off the northwest coast of Thailand, technically more an island closer to Myanmar (the Old Burma coastline) in the Mergui Archipelago — this was supposed to be where the Buddhist priests had hidden the demon sisters, entombed them against their evil will — in a spiritual prison — to prevent them or the Nazis unleashing the evil sex plague upon the world.
That was a long time ago. Seven years ago.
Why would her father seek this out, only to try to destroy its existence after the fact? He’d mentioned that the Nazis never stopped their search — that even to this day, there were ardent Nazis followers that knew of this fable and hunted for this evil power. Her father’s notes said that they would never succeed without knowing what he knew.
She made up her mind to follow the breadcrumbs of her father’s journey. She knew that Martha would never approve. Selling her motorbike gave her the instant cash she needed. She booked the ticket.
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Karin arrived at the small airport in Phuket with only a small backpack.
She brought her father’s notebook and the bone phallus, but besides that, she liked to travel light. The island was known as a popular tourist destination in the Northwest of Thailand and was probably the closest she was going to get, by air, to the Mergui.
They called it “The Last Archipelago” — as the Mergui had some eight hundred, largely unmapped islands, with a population of elusive sea gypsies, more like savages, called the Moken. Under the repressive Myanmar military government, no visitors were allowed. It was off-limits.
Karin was supposed to check into a small boutique hotel but her excitement to get started, got the better of her. She’d dressed for the hot Phuket weather in khaki shorts and a plain white tee — and armed only with the print-out of the boat charter — she immediately ventured out to “Walking Street” to find out where she could locate this “Sea Dragon”.
The night was already bustling with hungry tourists looking for sensual thrills amongst the many bars, restaurants, nightclubs, strip joints, and ping-pong shows. Just walking among the furtive crowd, she couldn’t but notice the almost-naked Russian girls performing their pole dancing — as they tried to entice patrons — to come and watch their sex shows. Karin thought they were elegant, tall, and very sexy. Other bars had extremely young Thai girls parading topless upon tabletops, some even masturbating for their audience.
The sign said “Soi Sea Dragon” … Was this it?
“Hey! Pretty woman. You come inside. Free drink. No cover charge. Okay?” said a smiling female Thai touter, “You come in. Soi Sea Dragon, right here!”
The offer of a drink seemed to hit a note. Yes, she could do with a strong drink — Martha would not approve! Without a second thought, Karin nodded and slipped inside the “Soi Sea Dragon” hoping to find the captain who’d help her travel up the northwest coast to the secretive island that her father had described.
Inside the dark seedy club, the music thumped loudly, and the smokey room was crowded with mostly, if not wholly, female patrons. There were a few dancing girls on the top of the front bar. They appeared to be all young Thai girls. They flaunted their delicate bare bodies, rubbing their tiny breasts, and fingering their hairless pussies — maybe it was a lesbian bar?
Karin took a seat at the only vacant table and was quickly served a cocktail. The waitresses all wore little demon horns on their heads. Cute, she thought. She gulped it down and then drank another. It felt good to be away from the watchful eyes of her caregiver, Martha, who would have never approved of Karin’s drinking alcohol — let alone going on this crazy adventure.
“Hi,” said a female voice with a hint of a Germanic accent, “Can I share za table? There’s not many spare seats in here.”
Karin tossed back her third drink and turned towards the feminine voice. It was a European woman, maybe in her late twenties. She was evenly tanned, heavily tattooed, and dressed in a white bikini, with a translucent white beach wrap around her waist, and open-toed sandals. Hair black hair was pulled back in a scrunchy with big loopy earrings and a shiny gold necklace with a big medalion.
“Sure. Sure … please take a seat.”
“It’s very noisy here,” remarked the woman as she leaned in closer, “I’m Sophia …”
“I’m Karin,” she answered, feeling a little intoxicated.
“You’re very pretty,” said Sophia, her lips delicately touching Karin’s earlobe as she talked, “I’m into heavy piss, scat … and BDSM!”
Karin wasn’t sure what that meant, but she didn’t immediately rebuff this new acquaintance. She felt a little flattered by the attractive woman’s remark, as Sophia put her slender hand on Karin’s bare leg. She noticed that the medalion that hung around her neck resembled a Nazi Swastika.
”Is that a Swastika?” Karin asked.
”It’s a … Buddhist aniconic symbol,” Sophia answered.
Karin was sure that was correct but didn’t press the point.
“Don’t laugh at me, but I came here looking for a charter boat captain for the vessel called the Sea Dragon … I had no idea this was … a lesbian bar …”
“Soi Sea Dragon is kind of famous in Phuket,” Sophia said sitting back, “Most of the women here are looking for something dirty and kinky … maybe perverted … but don’t worry I won’t bite you!” she laughed.
Karin laughed too and slid her hand over Sophia’s, encouraging the older woman as she drew her hand closer to her warm crutch. Sophia smiled at the unexpected invitation. What exactly she meant by being into piss and scat? Sophia’s eager fingers moved against Karin’s lap, teasing her, as she lent forward and kissed Karin on the lips.
“They’re very sexy, aren’t they?” asked Sophia as she glanced over at the bar, “They make me feel hot …”
Karin followed her eyes to the naked Thai girls masturbating with their fingers as they thrust back and forth to the thumping beat of the music.
“Yes …” replied Karin, not sure where this was going.
Sophia leaned forward and kissed Karin more passionately, with an open mouth, pressing her tongue into Karin’s mouth.
“But that’s not what Soi Sea Dragon is famous for … they put on an incredible katoey sex show here …” Sophia said, nodding to the sexy devil-horned waitresses … ”You know, I love katoey … don’t you?” added Sophia.
Karin wasn’t sure what she meant. Katoey wasn’t a word in her vocabulary. Maybe she looked a little vacant. Why was she wearing a Swastika? What did she mean by BDSM? What was a katoey? This strange German woman seemed to be very familiar with this seedy, sexual underbelly that Karin suddenly found herself lost in. She seemed to be in a whirlwind … and the woman’s seductive dominance seemed to turn Karin on, even more.
“Why don’t we grab one of these katoeys and go back to my hotel room … if you want?”
xxxxx
Karin’s head was throbbing. A serious hang-over from the cheap booze of the “Sea Dragon”.
The night had been unexpected. A first in many ways. However, she was no closer to finding the captain of the vessel that she hoped would be able to help her find out what had happened to her father, Dr. Josef Von Kroft. The secretive room, the multiple passports, the leather-bound notebook, and the bone dildo … What did it all mean?
The strong coffee helped. She remembered only vague parts of the night before. The German woman, called Sophia, whom she’d met at the “Soi Sea Dragon” (nothing to do with the charter boat in question), had seduced her and brought Karin back to her sleazy hotel room with a Thai katoey prostitute. She didn’t even know how she’d made it back to her hotel.
She’d looked up the shape of the Swastika that turned to the right and the Buddhist aniconic symbol turned to the left. Maybe she’d been looking at it wrongly … like upside down. She could have sworn it turned to the right. Maybe it was her father’s notes about the Nazis, that we’re getting her concerned for no reason.
Karin tried to remember what else happened that night. The lesbian and transsexual threesome had been something that she’d have relished if only she could remember what exactly happened. But she couldn’t. Her mind was so soupy.
Her clitoris, vagina and anus ached with the dull pain of punishment. Sophia had been overjoyed by the size of Karin’s penal clitoris. The source of her embarrassment seemed to be something that this woman glorified … with her mouth … and her vagina … It seemed they both had something in common … Sophia was also similarly afflicted. It had been a bizarre experience, rubbing their penal clits together, unashamedly. Only now, some details seemed to percolate to the surface of her consciousness but she couldn’t hold the thoughts coherently together.
She had momentary glimpses of that damnable gold swastika … the transexual with little demon horns … the taste of their urine … the sensation of being bound … and that awful smell, like human excrement. Why did her mind feel so unclear? Could someone have slipped her a date rape drug?
… to her dismay, she realized that her father’s precious diary and the bone phallus were both gone.
xxxxx
It was still very early in the morning. The tourists were yet to emerge. Karin found her way to a small fishing port. The Andaman Sea was home to big game species including Sailfish, Marlin, Yellowfin Tuna, and Giant Trevally and the air smelt of the catch as the boats loaded and unloaded their ocean treasures.
Karin looked at the folded print-out to reaffirm in her mind the look of the vessel that had been pictured with the price tag of five hundred pounds. At least she still had the cash from the sale of her motorbike that could more than cover it. She walked through the busy port side. People shouted at each other in Thai. The seagulls screeched at each other too. Karin’s head still felt like she’d been hit by a freight train.
“Do you speak English?” she asked one of the fishermen.
The way they looked back told her that they didn’t.
“Okay, I guess you don’t!”
And there it was. It all its glorious insignificance. The “Sea Dragon”. A small charter boat that had obviously seen better days. It looked like a wreck. Dirty, old, and poorly maintained. As Karin made her way along the wooden wharf, she couldn’t see any crew or the captain of the vessel.
“Hello, anyone here?” Karin called out as she stepped on board.
From the cargo hold emerged a dark-skinned Thai man. He looked old and very thin, almost skeletal, like a bag of bones held together only by his leathery sun-kissed skin.
“What you want, farang?”
“I’m looking for the captain of the Sea Dragon,” she replied holding up the piece of paper with the photo of the charter boat.
The old Thai guy ignored her.
“You get off my boat. I don’t know any Sea Dragon.”
He quickly glanced at the nameplate on the front of the bow. It said “Sea Dragon” … they both looked at each other … knowing that he had told a rather dumb lie.
“So, you never met my father, Dr. Josef Von Kroft? You never took him to the Mergui?”
“No. I don’t know your father. I didn’t take him to the forbidden islands. I just to fishing trips. No, going to off-limit islands. No, see demons.”
Again, he’d caught himself in another lie.
“I have money … Pounds …”
This seemed to work. The old Thai guy seemed to respond better to an offer of commercial value.
“Farang money … How much?” he grunted.
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She’d learned that the old Thai captain was called Arak. He knew exactly where he’d taken Karin’s father seven years earlier. He didn’t need a map. He called it “Koh Phi Krahang” which roughly translated to “Island of the Trickster Demons”.
It had been an island that was supposedly out of bounds for the Thai fishermen. Nobody went there. Something about bad karma. Evil spirits. Scary stuff, he’d insisted. He’d take her but had no intention to hang around. He’d helped Karin’s father to reach the shoreline. And that was the last he’d heard of him. Up until now. He never returned … Arak said that he was most likely dead, drowned or eaten by sharks or sacrificed by the savages to the demon goddesses.
“These are rough and treacherous waters. There was always the threat of piracy by the dreaded Moken. They’re all evil vermin,” said Arak, “Best to avoid them at all costs. And Mara, he is pure evil, “ Arak was a Buddhist, “There are many stories of this evil creature and his three demon daughters. Why don’t we go fishing instead?”
No, it wasn’t a place to visit under any circumstances and Arak strongly advised young Karin not to go. But money had a way of changing that. Five hundred pounds for a one-way trip paid in advance. Another five hundred pounds, if he returned in two days to pick her up.
Arak had agreed.
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THE BETRAYAL — CHAPTER THREE (2,667 WORDS)
The journey to the Mergui had been, up to this point, relatively uneventful. The Sea Dragon wasn’t the fastest but the seas were surprisingly calm, the sky azure blue, and they caught the tides to take them within sight of the jagged mountains of the secretive island of Koh Phi Krahang. She thought about the night before. She tried to remember how she could have lost her father’s precious notebook.
Glimpses of the previous night’s strange sexual encounter began to come back in splitters. The strange prayer echoed in her mind …
“Trnsa, Rati, and Raga, goddesses all,
Naked before them you stand tall,
Darker and deeper be your fall,
Answering Mara’s demonic call …”
As she recalled, the hotel room looked more like a dungeon playhouse. Dark and mysterious. Lit by the flickering light of candles. Many black candles. There was a mirrored ceiling. Incense was burning. The dysphoric beat of something almost tribal. Karin remembered the strong aroma of naked sweat and raw sexual arousal. She enjoyed how Sophia had been very dominating and demanding. It had been a bizarrely rough ride.
Sophia had been dressed like an evil diva, in thigh-high stockings, and high heel shoes. She wore a black peaked cap that looked military in its origin. Her heavy necklace reflected the candle glow as it hung heavily between her perk breasts. Sophia wore her nakedness like a uniform, with jutting hipbones, concave buttocks, and a cleanly shaved vagina in clear view. Like Karin, she too was afflicted … or was it, blessed, with a prominent clitoris … but unlike Karin’s shyness, Sophia seemed to flaunt it, as if it was there to be adored and worshiped.
The young katoey, still wearing her demon horns, was bound naked, face-up across the black satin sheets of the large round bondage bed. Her arms and legs stretched out towards its circumference, like a human sacrifice to be made to some sexual demon. The katoey’s cock had appeared to be thick and long — even bigger than the doubled-ended bone phallus.
There was the taste of urine in Karin’s mouth. Not unpleasant. Just something completely new to her. They both feasted on the katoey’s fat pissing cock, licking and sucking it to a full erection, as the katoey’s urine squirted upwards between them both, like a dirty, yellow fountain.
”Suck my nipples, slave,” commanded Sophia, “Suck them and call me, Mistress.”
”Yes, Mistress Sophia,” Karin replied eagerly.
”That’s better. Now, kiss it,” said Mistress Sophia to Karin, “Kiss my necklace.”
The shiny gold charm that looked like an evil swastika was piss-wet as it hung between her urine-flavored breasts. Karin did as she was told and kissed and suck the piss from it like a willing sex slave to her new Mistress. Yes. Fuck yes, it had been so raunchy, filthy, and perverted. And she was loving every second of it.
Laying, spreadeagled and securely bound, on the piss-wet bed sheets, the sexy katoey’s hips bucked wildly. The two perpetrators both joined in stroking her delicious shecock — viciously gripping her cock shaft and milking her testicles. Mistress Sophia orchestrated their ritual of dirty lust. She’d straddled the naked katoey’s stomach facing towards her legs, while Karin had sat across the katoey’s thighs facing Mistress Sophia — this way, the katoey’s coffee-colored shecock was sandwiched between their steamy hot cunt lips.
Karin and Sophia pressed together and jerked their hips as they kissed each other’s open mouths, tongues dueling hungrily. Their penal clits rubbed directly against each other and across the head of the katoey’s shecock.
”Fuck! You are one of us! Hail our goddesses … Trnsa, Rati, and Raga!” groaned Mistress Sophia in her illicit pleasure.
Karin heard the words, but they made no sense at the time. Her mind was so caught up in their perverted lust. One of who? Trnsa, Rati, and Raga .. wasn’t that the names of the dreaded sex demons?
Mistress Sophia pistoned her cunt up and down, as her hips rose and fell, rubbing harder and harder — and Karin mirrored Mistress Sophia’s movements. The katoey’s cock-head flowed with clear precum between them, lubricating their vulgar movements, all hell-bent on reaching their orgasm. Mistress Sophia gripped Karin’s shoulder for purchase as her hips rotated, grinding against Karin’s, trapping the katoey’s cock between them.
”Hail our goddesses … Trnsa, Rati, and Raga!”
Mistress Sophia pulled back and reaching for the katoey’s throbbing cock. She pressed its slimy length, firstly into Karin’s cunt wetting its tip in her oily cunt juices — and then pressed it harder against her anal sphincter. The slime of her cunt had completely saturated her perineum and the katoey’s cock slid inside the first few inches of her bowels without much resistance. It felt even thicker than it looked.
”Fuck me!” Karin moaned.
It was at least as thick as Cat’s wrist — when the young girl had fisted her.
”You like it, do you? Anal. Sodomy. The sex of demons. Mmmm … Yes! You know, you’re one with us. Yes, take it your anal cunt!” croaked Mistress Sophia.
Mistress Sophia watched as Karin ground painfully against the katoey’s anal intruder. Inch by inch the thick cock penetrated her. She slapped Karin across her tiny tits hard. The pain only intensified the carnality. Karin felt her ass was going to split open.
”Yes! Yes! Yes, thank you, Mistress!”
Then Mistress Sophia pulled the katoey’s shit-streaked cock out of her and bend it back at ninety degrees so that the thick cock pressed against her own inflamed cunt lips. Cunt juice, piss, precum, and feces covered their genitals.
Mistress Sophia pressed the katoey’s filthy cock into herself, groaning loudly. After briefly fucking herself against it, she sat back and let it slip out — and once again — pressed against Karin. They began to oscillate the penetration between them — simply using the katoey as their human dildo. As they screamed and moaned, the sensation was driving the young katoey crazy … as she rapidly approached her orgasm.
… Mistress Sophia … katoey cock spurting cum … urine flavoured swastikas … bondage and sodomy … twin penal clitorises … sex with demons … it all seemed to mash together … like illusive pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that didn’t quite fit together … or did they, so surreally, like liquid memories … how had she lost her father’s notebook? What had happened to the bone phallus?
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“What the hell?” suddenly cried Arak.
Karin’s attention returned to the situation at hand. Looking out towards the horizon, there was a thick mist rolling in across the waves as they approached the greyed shoreline. It was sunshine one minute and then a blanket of fog in the next. The ship’s compass went haywire, as it began to swing wildly, anunable to find the true north.
It was then that all hell broke loose.
They were definitely not alone. Another boat appeared suddenly out of the grey mist — it was on an interception course with them — and it was all happening too fast. The boat was crewed by near-naked savages. Karin remembered her father’s description of the Moken, not just as sea gypsies, but maybe more like savage pirates.
Their trill voices sounded sharp and aggressive. Arak and the Sea Dragon didn’t stand a chance to outrun them.
And then they were aboard.
There were nine of them carrying sharpened spears and menacing machetes — all pointing at Karin and Arak. The savages all looked darkly tanned, long-haired, and athletic. There were six men and three women. Dressed in primitive loincloths, it was easy to tell the women from the men, as their breasts were uncovered.
For some reason, it seemed that they had been expecting them. How was that Impossible? They spoke loudly and aggressively, in a language that Karin didn’t understand — but Arak seemed to get the gist of what they were shouting.
”Just keep your hands up,” said Arak, “Don’t say anything. Don’t resist … or they’ll kill us both.”
The near-naked savages quickly overcame the two of them. Strong wiry arms bound Karin’s hands behind her back and forced her to her knees. They then dragged Karin and Arak onto their vessel, leaving the Sea Dragon to flounder in the shoreline waves. They even blindfolded their two new prisoners, back-to-back, as their boat began to move off into the mysterious fog.
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Sometime later, still blindfolded, Karin felt herself being dragged upright, and taken off the boat onto dry land. The temperature and humidity were hot and sticky. Her ears filled with the sound of screeching birds, trilling insects, and the strong wind. Her clothing was saturated in sweat. The sun fell intermittently on her skin as if she’d been moved beneath large shady trees. The floor felt rough and uneven making her stumble as she was ushered forward. Without the use of her eyes, she could now hear the noise of hammering and hard labor. People were shouting in a language she didn’t understand.
She thought about Arak’s last words, “Don’t resist … or they’ll kill us both” … so, she allowed her captives to move her around without struggling. When they stripped her of her clothing, she offered no resistance.
The heavy industrial sounds and angry voices abruptly stopped. She was no longer in the direct heat but in a warm enclosed area. The sound of water dripping echoed like a hollow space. Maybe a cave, she thought. The blindfold was finally removed. She blinked her eyes to focus. Whatever the location, it was much darker now.
”Where are we?” asked Karin, seeing Arak, naked and bound to one side of her.
”Don’t know, but it doesn’t look good,” answered Arak.
Several savage women stood on guard with their athletic brown bodies and sharp spears.
It was indeed the entry to a large dark cave. Beams of daylight streamed in through a broken ceiling, lighting the interior with vertical bars of dusty light. The interior was covered with moss from the ruins of what appeared to be a cave-like temple. Natural rock and man-made pillars supported a small sealed entry point that led away beyond the cave entrance. Could this be the entrance to the demon sister’s tomb that her father talked about in his notes?
Then Karin noticed that they were not alone. The German woman who called herself, Mistress Sophia came into view. She was dressed all in slick black, in military regalia — like an SS Officer from the regime of the Third Reich — with thigh-high leather boots, jodhpurs, a jacket, and a peaked cap.
”Guten Morgen, Heir Von Kroft. Welcome to Koh Phi Krahang,” said Mistress Sophia with a stern German accent, “Ve meet again. Are you now ready to please your Mistress? Are you ready to make the ultimate sacrifice?”
She strutted around and removed her jacket — displaying her naked breasts — the heavy black Swatika necklace hung lowly between her nipple crests. The necklace seemed hypnotic. Lust. Incest. Depravity. Despite the severity of her predicament, Karin felt herself becoming very aroused.
Mistress Sophia wasn’t the only surprise. It couldn’t be, she thought. It was Catherine … the young girl from the Kroft mansion, who stood next to Mistress Sophia, like a demure disciple, dressed in a plain white tunic with bare feet. What was she doing here? How was she involved in this conspiracy?
”So many questions, I see,” noted Mistress Sophia.
Mistress Sophia and Catherine kissed mouth to mouth briefly. Then, Mistress Sophia pointed to the guards and said something in the native language that Karin didn’t understand. They untied Karin’s bonds but left Arak bound and on his knees.
”Firstly, I must thank you,” said Mistress Sophia, “I couldn’t have found this place. This evil, yet sacred place. The tomb of our divine goddesses … Trnsa, Rati, and Raga … without you. Your father’s notebook contained the final clues that I had been looking for. Seven years we’ve been coming here on this wretched island. Now, our work is almost complete. The secret to unlocking their unholy powers, their sexual powers, will be mine!”
”Where’s my father?” asked Karin, her tone sounding impatient.
”I had to kill him,” Mistress Sophia answered.
“Why?” her voice sounded weakened by this.
“That was because he refused to help me. But you’re different. You and I, we’re the same. You’re one of us. Look how your clit-cock responds to me. Even now. It responds to me. Your desire is to serve me. To serve our goddesses, and help me open their damnable tomb. All will be forgiven. There’ll be no need for you to suffer like him. I have the sacred bone dildo. I know it’s the key to this puzzle. Help me open the tomb, and your Mistress will forgive you.”
Mistress Sophia placed her tattooed hand beneath Karin’s delicate chin and lifted her jawbone as she stood close to the kneeling girl.
“Don’t you remember the prayer? Our prayer!”
Karin’s mind reeled. The prayer. Our prayer! What prayer … a voice in her head began to sing …
“To open the tomb and shine the light,
Giving their evil the power of flight …”
In the corner of her eye, she saw Cat removing her tunic, revealing her nakedness beneath. She had begun masturbating herself with the rounded tip of the bone phallus. Mistress Sophia had removed her jodhpurs but still remained in her thigh-high boots with her peaked cap. Her cloth-cock was fully erect, standing outwards, just as Karin subconsciously did too.
”Yes, it has been our destiny,” chanted Mistress Sophia, “I see it now. Our forefathers saw this power as a way to rule the world — in war, it was to destroy their enemies. We will crush those that take to the Abrahamic belief and this dark sexual power is capable of many new evils. The demon sisters have blessed you with a cock! You feel it … don’t you?”
Karin felt conflicted. This evil bitch claimed to have killed her father, yet her entire body craved to please her … had she been blessed by these demons? … was her abnormality actually a divine gift? …
”Your father was a fool,” added Mistress Sophia, “But you’re a disciple. Look, your cunt’s open, your arousal is obvious. A sacrifice must be made. By the power of lust, incest, and depravity … Show us the way … open the unholy tomb!”
Mistress Sophia barked at the savages, who responded by removing the loincloths. They were indeed katoey, not women at all. They seized the naked old man, Arak, and secured him face down against a black padded saw horse so that his legs and arms were bound to the contraption’s legs with his bare ass facing outwards and his genitals fully exposed … the voices continued to sing in her mind …
”For lust, incest, and depravities will bite,
This dark occult will be your birthright.”
Catherine gave Karin the bone dildo. She kissed her mouth. Karin’s passion flowed. She kissed her betrayer back, and their mouths and tongues met hungrily.
”Do it,” Cat said, “Summon the demons for us …”
The young girl smiled evilly, turned, and slipped beneath the saw horse. Cat began to rub Arak’s cock, bringing him to an unwanted erection. Despite his verbal objections, his body responded to her movements. Her mouth closed around the tip of the old man’s cock head, drawing it into her warm mouth, sucking it as she played with his testicles. The katoeys watched and stroked their cocks. Mistress Sophia stood at Karin’s side.
Karin felt the phallus throbbing in her fingers as if there was a magnetic pull drawing it to her wet, open cunt. Her juices ran down the inside of her legs. There was an overwhelming evil desire to serve her. She stroked the bone phallus against herself, teasingly. Oh, yes! The exquisite pleasure. She felt it strongly. It was like an addiction. She had only to stick the diabolical thing inside her … do it … masturbate with it … conjoin with it … her own clitoris hummed with the sensation of it touching her …
”Fuck him with the sacred phallus. Fuck it into him. Sodomize the sacrificial one.”
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THE DIABOLIC — INTRODUCTION TO PART 2 — (231 WORDS)
There was the loud grinding sound of stone against stone. A mechanism designed to keep something in, not just trespassers out. The entry to the illicit tomb began to open before Karin’s disbelieving eyes. All the doubts and desires seemed to well up inside of her, all at once. The gaping maul of blackness suddenly burst into illumination, with fiery torches, as if to entice their entry.
Arak’s body slumped. His arms and legs were still bound to the black saw horse. A pool of black blood below. His bloody, severed penis was held in Catherine’s tiny hand. He’d paid the price for their “entry” to whatever lay beyond.
”Hail the goddesses!” exclaimed Mistress Sophia.
Her wrist was still buried in her streaming cunt hole. The katoey savages remained rampant and unmoved by everything that had transpired. Karin’s cunt and Arak’s dead anus were still connected by the bone phallus that she’d fucked him with while Catherine had gelded him.
She pulled back, leaving the bone phallus buried in his lifeless anus. His pain was over. Her pain was just beginning — Whispers — So many perverted whispers. Like a strange enchantment. The movement of air seemed to be drawn into the illuminated entry. She felt an ancient evil quaking her. What had she done? Had she selfishly released that her father sought to destroy?
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