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XXI – The World 3
ABOUT — “THE WORLD TAROT”
The World is the twenty-first card of the Major Arcana. The naked dancer celebrates the freedom to explore the world of the phallus. Sexually, The World is the ultimate tantra card. Sex is used as a tool for transcendence and self-gratification — whatever you desire. The balance between male and female energy forms the ultimate sexual being. Sex is both a means and an end. The World is balanced and complete with the ebb and flow of sexual energy. The World encompasses a sublime sense of freedom to do whatever you please, no matter how kinky or perverted.
ABOUT — “THE WORLD OF BABYLON“
CHARACTERS OF “THE WORLD OF BABYLON”
- Leo Burns — Freelance journalist working for the “Darker Times” publication, doing a takedown piece on Denton De Vile
- Nala/Nalungia— A high-class transexual prostitute of the Infernal Spire and look-alike of “Kesley Asbille” (probably a doppelgänger of Denton De Vile)
- Young One — Sissy-boy who is the image of thirteen-year-old Kesley Asbille (also, probably a doppelgänger of Denton De Vile)
- Father Raoul Glaber — zealot monk convinced that Babylon is evil and must be brought down
- Alexis and Anthea — nephews of Denton De Vile used to blackmail Father Raoul Glaber
- Denton De Vile — Entrepreneur, dark scientist, and human trafficker (probably a sexual demon — and some say, the Devil himself)
THE WORLD 3 — CHAPTER ONE (2,623 WORDS)
“Many a newcomer to the incredible Babylon has been absolutely intrigued and thrilled by the city’s perpetual darkness, seeing our towering infernos of fire, ice, and steel that glitter like the precious jewels in a king’s ransom. Let’s just say that it’s all part of Babylon’s enigmatic charm and unexpected charisma.” — quote from Leo Burns, Freelance Journalist for ‘Darker Times’
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Forever Night
In Babylon’s vice, where the Bacchanalia bells toll,
The perverted whore of the Forever Night ensnares every soul;
Her nocturnal revels are vile, her cum-drenched wickedness bright,
A phallic effigy built of sin, for every witch’s Sabbat night.
(Extract of poem by Sir Thomas Syphilis)
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Leo Burns sipped his bourbon on ice.
He watched the large group of elderly men. He knew they were the bottom-feeders. Unlike the extremely wealthy customers of the “Forever Night” who arrived by private jet or helicopter, these were mostly men in their sixties and seventies, who had traveled in seedy coaches. They quickly filed across the impressive hotel lobby of the Infernal Spire and disappeared into the adjacent brothel and sex casino. He’d seen their type a million times before. Perverts, all looking for sexual thrills to quench their lusty old loins.
Babylon was the perfect place for this kind of dark entertainment. The “Forever Night” was absolutely filled to the brim with every kind of depravity and debauchery imaginable. The list of sexual fetishes and sexual perversions available was just too long to quote. Older patrons spent their hard-earned pensions and got their cheap thrills before returning to their mundane lives.
He looked up and noticed the discreet arrival of two well-dressed gentlemen. Nobody else seemed interested. But he did. They quickly strolled across the echoing, black marble lobby of the Infernal Spire, making a beeline towards a bank of private lifts. It looked a lot like the infamous Denton De Vile. Leo knew him as somewhat of a celebrity in Babylon for all the wrong reasons.
The other was dressed like a monk. This was not strange in Babylon. Many sadistic religious types visited the “Forever Night” for their fix of sexual perversity. But Leo recognized the religious man as Father Raoul Glaber. Strange, he thought, as they seemed polar opposites. He remembered that the monk had recently quoted Revelation 18 in a recent news item: “Babylon the great is fallen, is fallen, and has become a dwelling place of demons, a prison for every foul spirit, wrath of her fornication, and the merchants that have become rich through the abundance of her luxury.”
It was then that he thought about his work assignment.
As a freelance journalist, he was looking into the activities of this certain shady character who seemed to have free rein in the dark city. An immoral villain who used dark science, black magic, and witchcraft … an evil-doer who seemed to have the gifts of the Devil himself. He’d made many discreet enquiries that had led him here today, but had failed to get the answers he wanted. Later, he’d go out and press his contacts for more.
Tonight, the Infernal Spire lobby bar was just beginning to get busy. There were two skinny young girls, dancing naked together and mutually masturbating on the spotlighted pedestal. They seemed to attract the attention of most of the bar’s patrons. They cheered as the girls performed their predictable sex acts. No, it really wasn’t Leo’s thing.
“Looking for some fun?” asked a sexy woman who had slid sleekly into the bar stool next to Leo’s.
Leo looked at her suspiciously. She was cute. No, she was really gorgeous. She reminded him of someone else. She had striking, expressive features highlighted by dark almond-shaped eyes, high cheekbones, and a softly defined jawline. Her long, dark hair reached down to the center of her back. She had an understated gracefulness that was both warm and alluring.
Her delicious olive-skinned body was dressed for desire. Delicate arms and shoulders. Open-toed, high-heeled shoes, with glimpses of her long “fuck-me” legs, covered in fishnet stockings, appearing from the high slit in her long, black dress. Her low cleavage seemed to hang from her small but shapely breasts. Her pointed nipples stuck outwards, tantalisingly, through the sheer fabric. Leo knew she was obviously not a generic woman. No woman could ever be that perfect.
“No. Just having a drink to take the edge off. I am supposed to work tonight,” he answered, expecting the conversation to end there.
“Well, I can relate to that. Mind … if I join you for a while?” she retorted.
“Sure, what’s your poison?” Leo asked, hailing the barman.
“I’ll have what you’re drinking,” she replied.
The bar poured two more drinks and then discreetly moved away.
“You know, you remind me of someone,” said Leo, contemplating, “I could swear you could be a double for that famous actress … hmmm … Kesley Asbille?”
She smiled at his comment, as if it wasn’t the first time she’d heard that.
Coincidence? Surely. Had he had a thing for Kesley Asbille ever since “The Amazing Spider-Man”? Her voice during an interview popped into his mind, saying, “And my first gig in the business. It was surreal. I booked the role when I was thirteen.” Yes, thirteen meant she was far too young for him, but still, she seemed to have an uncontrollable effect on his libido.
Maybe this woman was one of those copycat things? One of those doppelgängers that he’d heard so much about lately. There were many rumors about the dark scientist, Mr Denton De Vile. Besides being somewhat of a celebrity in Babylon, it was said that temptation was his business, and for the right price, he could provide anything … regardless of gender or age … and that the immortal doppelgängers he designed served only the most evil of lusts.
“What work could bring you to the lobby bar in the Infernal Spire?” she asked, subtly changing the subject. “Let me guess … you’re a talent scout? No. Are you in the middle of a blackmail plot? No. Casing the joint for a jewel robbery? No. Are you a contract killer? You have that … you know … crafty look.”
Leo laughed. Maybe he felt a bit flattered by her attention and demeanor.
“No. Nothing that exotic. I’m just a freelance journalist working for the ‘Darker Times’. I’m working on a takedown piece,” Leo said, almost apologetically.
“What’s a ‘take-down piece’?” she innocently asked.
“Well, it’s a critical article designed to dismantle the credibility of someone or something … to expose their evil, hypocrisy or corruption. My editor wanted me to finish soon, but I feel something is missing!”
“Wow. Sounds so serious,” she added, “Well, my name isn’t Kesley. I’m Nalungia. Where I am from, it means ‘she who brings joy’ … but you can call me Nala.”
“Joy? Hmmm … interesting notion. I’m Leo.”
They awkwardly shook hands. Nalungia’s hand felt firm in the grip. Despite her petiteness, she could probably handle herself in a fight, he thought.
“So what kind of joy … do you specialise in?” he asked.
“That’s a rather cheeky question,” she answered with a sneaky grin, “Do … do you really want to know?” She seemed to hesitate (maybe deliberately).
Leo turned in his seat. Maybe she did belong to the puppet-master, Denton De Vile? Maybe she could be one of his twisted doppelgangers? That could be interesting for my article, he thought.
Nalungia’s bare leg conspicuously pressed against his. Maybe it wasn’t intentional. Maybe it wasn’t. But his curiosity got the better of him.
“I really don’t like to brag …” she began.
“Oh, go on,” he laughed.
Nalungia leaned closer into his ear. Her painted lips brushed ever so slightly against his skin.
“Shhhhhh … It’s my big cock,” she whispered hoarsely into his ear, ”Faggots love my eight-inch piledriver. They want to suck it. Lick it. Kiss it. Worship it. They love to get on their hands and knees, and get their faggot lips wrapped around it. They love their mouths to be filled with its throbbing length and meaty cock-head. Mmmm. They love it when I grip their shoulders and face-fuck them — hard and fast. They almost beg for a mouth-load of my hot, gooey, girl-cum. And then, I fire a huge ‘man-sized’ load right down the back of their homo throats.”
What the fuck, he thought as he gagged on his bourbon. Despite feeling off-balance, it seemed his mind said “yes!” to her unasked question. Yes, he liked the sound of that. Yes, he felt his own cock stirring at her more than vivid description.
“Then there are these,” Nalungia continued, pointing to her breasts. “Go on, feel them. They feel better than a genetic woman’s breasts. Don’t be shy. Go on. Nobody is watching. Give them a queeze them. I saw you gorking at them earlier.”
Leo laughed nervously. Nala gripped Leo’s hand and placed it under the top of her dress, right on her breast-flesh, moving it back and forth across her stiff nipples.
“Mmmmm … See. I don’t bite,” Nalungia continued, “Bet you’d love me to be the real Kesley Absille … only better because of my nice, hard cock rising from between my legs … just like the Baphomet, no?”
She’d let go of Leo’s hand, but his fingers continued to play with her soft flesh, caressing her excited little mounds. He quickly looked around the bar. It was true, nobody was watching. Nobody cared. There was an uproar of enthusiastic clapping as the two naked girls, legs splayed on the pedestals, had begun to frot and scissor wildly against each other.
Now Nalungia’s hand rested on Leo’s leg. She leaned against him and began to kiss his mouth. Her pierced tongue flickered, just like a snake, between his lips momentarily, and then she continued in a low voice.
“There’s also my rock-hard ass. My tight-little bussy. Faggots … you know … homos … gay-fucks … sissy-boys … they all love to kiss my filthy anal flower. There’s something about the taste of my dirty little ass that’s irresistible … They love to get their tongues, right up there, inside my bowels. Squirming around as I sit on their fucking, faggot faces. Sometimes I’m inspired to drop a dark serpent, right there … a nice thick, curly one … dark brown and stinking … right into their open mouths. Fuck! Those dirty, faggot bastards love to eat the fucking dark serpent, right up!”
Nalungia laughed and knocked back her drink. As she spoke, her miscreant hand was pressing directly against Leo’s erection, rubbing it through the fabric of his pants.
“Maybe you could do a story about that, Leo? You know … write about how you fucked Kesley Amsille’s in the ass! Write something candid? An exposé. A sordid little tale full of pervy mischief … all about my huge cock and how it loves to piss-fuck gay-butt-holes in my special room upstairs …. you could call it ‘faggot boy eats my shit and drinking my piss’ … what do you think … Leo?”
Leo gulped. Maybe Nalungia was one of those fucking evil, cock-demons he’d heard about, with the face and body of Kesley Amsille, he thought. No. It was more than just a thought. He knew it instinctively. This is no coincidence. The resemblance was too exact. She was a perverted succubus. She was pushing all his buttons.
He quickly glanced around again. The two naked girls were now busy eating each other out. The eager cunt-lickers were in a sixty-nine position, as the amorous onlookers cheered them on. His mind was suddenly a mess. His cock ached in his pants. His composure was completely shattered. He hadn’t really expected this. But now, Nala’s hand was already inside his pants. How did that happen? She grinned broadly as she directly caressed the wet flesh of his hard dick.
”Are you a faggot boi, Mr Burns? Mmmm … Admit it. Are you hungry for that special kind of joy? …The joy of Kesley’s cock, sodomizing your virgin ass? Taking a man-cum deep in your bowels! Something tells me, you’d rather drink my piss than that warm bourbon in your hand … maybe you need a little pain with your pleasure … maybe a faggot-boi spanking in order … mmm … all tied up, piss-wet, and panting … yes, I can see it now … why don’t we take this pervy party upstairs in my little gay-fuck lair …”
Leo felt her hand grip his cock tighter as she stroked him faster and faster. They both kissed hungrily. He wanted her. He really wanted her! He didn’t care if she was a demonic doppelganger. He could think of nothing more desirable. He felt lost in his private faggot lust. Yes. Yes. Yes … how could he resist this devil!
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They’d left the Infernal Spire lobby bar together in a hurry and had retreated to what Nalungia described as her gay-fuck lair. Leo had been so distracted, he hardly noticed the lift taking them a floor level marked as “DV”.
The special room wasn’t particularly large but was obviously designed around sex. Very kinky sex. Most of the walls were mirrored floor-to-ceiling. There were racks of black latex sex toys and an assortment of sadomasochistic equipment. A bizarre altar sported the figurine of a Baphometic character with the ambiguous features of both male and female sex organs.
Now, completely naked and on his knees, he found himself at the mercy of his queer entrapper. Despite his concerns about the coincidence, doppelgängers, and the whole Kesley thing … and despite everything that told him that he was walking into a gilded trap, Leo couldn’t help himself from falling for it with bait so tempting.
He watched Nalungia’s slender fingers unzip the back of her long black dress. The fabric seemed to slide downwards, as if in slow motion, slowly revealing her delightful breasts, flat stomach, hips, genitals, and long legs.
She was gorgeous. An evil queer-queen ready to use him for her exclusive pleasure. Her budding breasts looked perfectly natural (not fake at all). Nalungia’s nipples looked thick and hard. Her tiny waist and bony hips accentuated her hairless genitals.
Nalungia strutted in front of him in her open-toed high heels. They angled her hips so that they made her cock stand out like a thick banana. Nalungia seemed smug as she toyed with her cock before the huge mirror that reflected Leo’s personal shame. His arms were stretched painfully upwards above his head and fastened at his wrists.
She stepped in front of him and pressed her eight-inch cock downwards between his lips. Not that he needed encouragement. No. He seemed a very eager little cock-sucker. His tongue lapped the underside of her wet cock-flesh, as the red and purple mushroom head began to press forward, against the roof of his open mouth.
“Oh, Leo … I just knew it … faggot-boi mother-fucker … I knew you were going to be such an excellent fucking sissy-faggot! Mmmmm … that’s perfect … suck it, darling, lick it, worship me with your mouth … Mmmmmmm … yes, oh yes … suck me … Mmmmmm … suck your big-cock mommy, pervert! … Are you feeling thirsty? Want a taste of my special elixir?”
Before Leo had an opportunity to answer (as his mouth was filled with Nalungia’s thick cock), she began to piss in his mouth.
“Oh! Yes! Mmmm,” moaned Nalungia. “My special juice! My deliciously hot-salty-piss! Fuck yer! My queer-piss-drinking-daddy! Now, don’t spill a drop, or I’m going to punish you severely!”
As she urinated into Leo’s mouth, as he tried to swallow as much of her piss as he could, there was far too much. Soon, the torrent of dark yellow urine was pouring out the sides of his lips, as Nala continued to empty her bladder into his throat mercilessly.
“Oh, Oh, Oh! Faggot-fucker! Don’t spill it, Daddy! I said swallow you faggot-fucker! … Fuck! Swallow every drop!”
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THE WORLD 3 — CHAPTER TWO (2,531 WORDS)
“Some religious zealots have compared Babylon to the biblical cities of sin — Sodom and Gomorrah — and say that the “forever night” is a symbol of the Devil’s influence over our exotic utopia. Well, let’s just say that when in Babylon, you’re guaranteed a ‘Hell’ of a time!” — quote from Leo Burns, Freelance Journalist for ‘Darker Times’
Forever Night
Through sinful chambers of lust where the damned writhe and sigh,
Endless perversity festers beneath a blasphemous, black sky;
While depraved whores fuck and feast, like vampiric spectres in feverish flight,
And licentiousness and immorality keeps court in the Forever Night.
(Extract of poem by Sir Thomas Syphilis)
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It was then that Leo realised that he and the enigmatic Nalungia were not alone. No longer in chains, he turned towards the shadows. Standing, watching them both was a much younger figure. She must have been there, watching his bizarre piss baptizm. The juvenile looked so petite and pubescent, like a much younger version of Nala. At first, Leo thought she was a statue as she didn’t move.
“Ah, there she is. Isn’t she a complete darling,” said Nalungia in complete adoration, as the young one started to advance from the furtive darkness. “She’s such a naughty girl, Daddy. Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” the young one simply answered.
The young one was dressed in a pale, translucent gown that, from the front, appeared to dive right down to just above her navel, only just concealing the nipples of her flat chest. At her waist, the long gown parted left and right but covered her groin area. Her right hand seemed to be hidden inside the front of her gown. Leo noticed how the young one seemed to be touching herself.
“Yes, Mistress, you mean?” Retorted Nalungia sharply.
Nala’s eyes looked wild.
“Yes! Yes, Mistress, I’m a very naughty girl,” the young one answered demurely.
Now in the iridescence of the candlelight, Leo saw how much she looked like Nala’s daughter. Maybe a replica of a young Kesley Absille. Just like Kesley appeared the first time he fantasized about her. His forbidden and inappropriate crush on an underage girl. But how could that be? It simply wasn’t possible.
“She … she …” Leo muttered under his breath.
“Yes! Yes! She looks just like a much younger version of ME,” there was a narcissistic tone to her voice. Almost pathological. “Yes. Fuck! Isn’t that wonderful. Just like ME! I bet you’re wondering if we have the same … genitalia?”
It hadn’t occurred to Leo, up until that moment, as he’d been taken by her exquisitely juvenile sexuality — something so naive yet twisted and sordid all at the same time.
“Don’t you want to touch her? Fondle her? Molest her? Abuse her? Stick your daddy-cock up her ass? Isn’t that what you’ve always dreamt of? Admit it, cock-sucker! To have her! To have your dirty way with her?”
Nalungia’s eyes looked really manic. They seemed to be quivering with evil intent. Her body posed in its devilish lust.
Leo said nothing as Nalungia. He didn’t have to.
The young one parted the front of her white, translucent gown, so that Leo could see her hard, little cock, poking upwards and forward from its secret hiding place, as she made slow masturbatory stroking movements. Her sissy cock made Leo’s mouth water. She was absolutely perfect!
“Ahhhhh …” she whispered, “Ahhhhh … Daddy.” She closed one of her eyes in the moment of delight of her own self-pleasuring.
She paused, taking a small jug and pouring a little clear oil over the opening to her chest, and then, drawing back her loose foreskin, she poured more over her stiff cock, and continued her little show. She turned side on, so that he had a view of stroking her little banana dick.
“Isn’t she a wet dream? Leo … your faggot-boi wet dream?”
Of course she was. The eager little Jezebel began to play with her little chest bumps, displaying her tiny nipples to him. The young one moaned quietly and winked at Leo teasingly. She reached back and unclipped the narrow chain that fastened the straps of her clothing over her shoulders. Her gown slowly fell to her waist, and then to the floor, leaving her completely naked and exposed before him.
“Bad girl!” Croaked Nala, “Evil little sissy! Fuck! Cum bucket. The Baphomet needs a sacrifice!” quaked Nala, touching herself as she vibrated with dark joy.
Leo stood still as she came closer to him. A slow and deliberate pace. Her bright, intense eyes never left his. Now she gracefully knelt in front of his nakedness. Her small hands reached out and began to fondle his turgid cock-flesh.
“Ahhhh …” he exclaimed.
He felt on the very edge of something. Not quite ejaculation but something similar. He felt strangely aroused from the fullness of his own bladder. She looked up at him, smiled wickedly, licked her painted lips, and winked one eye.
“She’s such a little faggot-princess. She loves sucking cock and being fucked up the ass … and she’s especially fond of big-fat, daddy-cock up her tight, little shitter. She wants to milk your fucking balls, Daddy! She’s a naughty little piss-slut too.”
The young one’s hands stroked him slowly as she leaned forward and began kissing his navel … kissing his upper thighs … kissing the flesh of his balls … kissing the crown of his wet cock.
“The little slut-whore! She wants her daddy-cock!” moaned Nalungia, insanely. “She’s always wetting herself, and smells strongly of urine. MY urine. But now, she needs you to baptize her, Leo. Soak in your hot, salty piss, darling. Her ass needs a good spanking too, before you sodomize her for the Baphomet.”
Leo’s hand fondled her long black hair. It was silky soft. She looked up at him, as if she were a child about to open her birthday gifts. He felt her long fingernails, painted in black nail polish, pressing against his bladder and racking his sensitive testicles.
“I’ve been a very naughty girl, Daddy,” she whimpered, “I’m a naughty, thirsty, piss-slut, Daddy!”
She took Leo’s stiff cock into her mouth, sucking it hard against the roof of her mouth. There was the bizarre ache again, stirring inside of him. Leo bore down on his bloated bladder, pissing into her mouth, as she sucked him.
“Ahh! That’s it, Daddy, soak your naughty goddaughter. Salvete Lamia! Salvete Lamia! Salvete Lamia!” She repeated over and over.
“It’s time to punish her! Ah! The Devil be praised! Yes! Yes! Hit her, Daddy! Fucking little faggot whore!” cried Nalungia. She sounded insane as she masturbated her thick, dark-skinned cock, “Hit her! Hit her hard, you cunt!”
Leo snapped.
He slapped the young one in the face with an open hand. It wasn’t completely vicious, more cautious, but it sent her flying to one side. He was shocked he could even contemplate it. Yet he did. It felt good. His cock was dripping with the flow of his precum.
“Ahhhh … Daddy!” the young one cried mockingly, pretending to hold her cheek.
Nalungia advanced and gripped her by her hair, dragging her up to her feet and over to a low, leather-covered bench. The young one seemed none the worse from Leo’s harsh treatment. In fact, she seemed to be smiling enigmatically. Her eyes wild, just like Nalungia’s, as they both stroked their cocks.
“That’s the fucking spirit, Daddy. Finally! I knew you had it in you.”
Nalungia positioned the young one face-down over the black leather submission sawhorse, binding her to the contraption by the ankles and wrists … and presenting Leo with unfettered access to the brown orifice of her anus. Nala walked around, inspecting her work, as Leo stepped over to join them. He was shaking with excitement.
“Come, Daddy,” Nalungia growled, “Spank that faggot-ass for me. Show me, Daddy, what you’re really made of!”
The young one looked lewdly backwards, over her shoulder, at Leo and raised her rump as an invitation. She rocked back and forth, her cock rubbing hard against the smooth leather surface of the submission sawhorse. Though her feet were held in restraints, her ass-cheeks lifted and parted wider — beckoning Leo to mount her. It seemed as if her oily-anal-flower was blooming especially for him to fill.
“Yes. Stick it to her, Daddy,” Nalungia spat, “Fuck your little bitch-boy! Stick your big daddy-cock in her tight little bussy!”
Nalungia gripped her hair and pulled her sharply to the front. There was nothing timid about Nalungia. She was an aggressor. Eager to be sucked. She quickly pushed her own cock to the hilt into the young one’s gagging mouth.
“Mommy loves her cock sucked! Doesn’t she,” shouted Nalungia, “Fucking little cunt-mouth! Drain Mommy’s balls. Mommy needs to cum hard!”
Leo’s hand traced the shape of the young one’s backside, exploring the softness of her skin. He knelt and kissed her anal sphincter. His tongue ran around the outside of the crinkled flesh before pressing against the anal opening. Her butthole tasted sharp and tangy. He loved it. He licked feverishly at it. Devouring it.
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Denton De Vile was no ordinary human trafficker. No, you could easily underestimate him by his unspectacular appearance. However, upon closer inspection, you would find him completely evil and cunning, and the famed procurer of customized doppelgängers for his special and extremely wealthy clients. Especially mothers who had a thing for incestuous sex. It was one of his many specialities. In fact, he had his fingers in everything in Babylon. Some said he was not human at all — but he was a sexual demon.
When Denton was first introduced to the rather effeminate zealot monk, called Father Raoul Glaber, his demonic mind already saw the religious leader’s plot against his beloved Babylon. The monk’s limp-wristed demeanor seemed to run in complete opposition to his staunch religious homophobia. He’d even dared to quote Revelation 18 in a recent news item. But like many others that came before him, who had stood up against the “Forever Night”, he would become just cannon fodder.
De Vile had organised their meeting in a private setting that he could manipulate and control.
“Mr De Vile, I must say that my concerns for the sanctity and morality of the good people of Babylon are not unfounded,” said the animated Raoul Galber in his girlish voice. “In fact, I have it on good authority that many of those that operate in your domain seem to have no limit to their sinful and depraved endeavors. They prey on the weak. They rape. They murder. In the name of the Devil. Anyone who opposes them disappears without a trace. God Almighty, we must find a way to protect the innocent and end this unfathomable exploitation. Sexual slavery and butchery of this kind is simply abhorrent!”
There was nothing simple about what Denton did. He weighed the severity of the monk’s accusations. He held back his anger well and hid his desire to slit the monk’s throat. Denton had other plans for this troublesome monk.
“I totally agree with you, Father, but I must also assure you, Babylon is simply a sanctuary,” lied Denton De Vile. “There is no slavery here. No rape, or human sacrifices, or ritual murders. There never was, and there never will be. The ‘Forever Night’ is merely here to provide wholesome family fun and entertainment. Your sources are poorly misinformed.”
The monk looked agitated and unpersuaded.
“Let me introduce my young nephews. Alexis and Anthony.”
On cue, the two cheeky boys appeared before the unsuspecting monk. Both of the young boys were dressed as altar boys from the monk’s very own monastery. The monk couldn’t help but notice their youthful gaiety.
”It’s their special dress-up day,” mentioned Denton, as if it was the reason for their completely inappropriate behaviour.
They both began to dance around him, quickly removing their religious gowns. Then, almost completely naked, they did little to hide the fact that they were both sexually aroused. Their almost man-sized penises were already fully erect.
The miscreant boys immediately climbed onto his lap, ready to pose for a photography session with the stunned monk.
”I … I … don’t understand!” Mumbled the monk; his mind seemed confused.
He felt suddenly paralyzed. He couldn’t move even if he wanted to. The boys lifted his priestly gown and pulled his underwear down around his knees. He was powerless to stop them. And his flesh betrayed his zealotry, as his wet-tipped cock stood upright from between his open legs.
Lights. Camera. Action. He saw the camera flash. He heard Denton barking orders to the boys as they undressed him and themselves before the mounted video cameras.
“Babylon is a sanctuary. A dark sanctuary for the carnally minded. Where only the most wicked and perverse will survive,” said Denton, as if narrating a documentary for the benefit of the camera’s onlookers.
“Aaarghhhhh …” groaned the monk in desperation.
The cameras purred around the perverted coupling. They captured the young boys fellating the petrified monk. His body twitched and jerked in response to the uninvited pleasures.
“See, my dear friends. Look. He cannot get enough of his sexy, young altar boys. Groomed in the monastery for fellatio and sodomy. The dirty old priest is a pervert. Just like us!”
Denton turned his attention back to the naked monk.
“You think you can come here with your antiquated morality. With your unsolicited ethics about righteousness. Jesus be fucked! Look into the blackness of your own heart. Fuck the Holy Spirit! You cannot deny your filthy desires. Hail Satan!”
The boys began gobbling the monk’s cock. He looked down, almost detached, in disbelief.
Denton laughed.
“You say one thing, yet yearn for obscenity, sin, and depravity. You’re nothing but a faggot hypocrite. Salvete Lamia. Look how your flesh eagerly desires the illicit joys of my perverted nephews.”
The young sissy boys had continued their sexy show, taking turns, Alexis gripping his shaft and sucking on this engorged cock-head, whilst Anthony sucking on his loose testicle sacks. Father Raoul Glaber watched, almost detached, gasping partly in pleasure and partly in disbelief.
Denton laughed again.
“Spill your seed, Onan. Anger your useless god! You say one thing, yet yearn for obscenity, sin, and depravity. You’re nothing but a faggot hypocrite. Salvete Lamia. Look how your flesh eagerly desires the illicit joys of my perverted nephews.”
Alexis and Anthony pulled the monk to the floor on his knees, as they both began to prepare to spit-roast him between them. Their near-adult-sized cocks, looked disproportionate to the rest of their bodies. Alexis gripped the monk’s oily hair as he stuffed his thick cock into the monk’s obliging mouth, while Anthony gripped the loose flesh of his waist, as he lined up his cock-head with the monk’s brown flower.
“Ah! Ave Satanas. Ave Satana. Ne mansueti terram possideant, sed manibus daemonum Babylonis pereant [Hail Satan. Hail Satan. Let not the meek inherit the earth, but perish at the hands of Babylon’s demons.]” announced the triumphant Denton in Latin. “See, my friends. The monk is nothing but a great pretender. And where is his false, fucking god now? Here, in Babylon, only Satan rules!” spat Denton.
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THE WORLD 3 — CHAPTER THREE (2,185 WORDS)
”They say that, for the right price, there is no limit to the possibilities of the wickedness and depravity that can unfold in the ‘Forever Night’, that it is the playground of the Devil and his demons. But that would simply be an understatement.” — quote from Leo Burns, Freelance Journalist for ‘Darker Times’
Forever Night
Yet deeper she beckons, where no stars remain,
A demon’s kingdom of vice, of corruption, of indulgence, and sadistic pain;
No dawn shall redeem what is swallowed from sight—
For the illicit Babylon reigns on through the Forever Night.
(Extract of poem by Sir Thomas Syphilis)
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“Mr Burns. May I call you, Leo?” Asked the awkward monk, Father Raoul Glaber.
“By all means,” answered the journalist.
They’d bumped into one another in the lift on the way down from the floor marked DV to the lobby. Another coincidence? Leo didn’t think so. It felt forced and awkward, but Leo saw it as an opportunity to pry into the activities of the wayward monk.
“Can you tell me more about your takedown?” the monk asked.
“Well, Father, I’m not at liberty to say at this point,” said Leo, ”You know, publication protocol and all that. I’m not sure that there’s really a story for the Darker Times to publish. Obviously, if there was, it would be in my interest to bring it to my editor — otherwise, I don’t get paid. You know what I mean.”
Leo thought it best to negate any suggestion of foul play until he was ready to go live.
“Yes. Yes. Of course,” answered the Father, “And I must echo your exact sentiments. I was sent here to Babylon on a similar wild goose chase by the church elders. All this nonsense about corruption, nepotism, sexual misconduct … my superiors are now satisfied that everything is above board, and all these unfounded rumors are just bad for business. As they say … No smoke. No fire!”
They both laughed. But it was a very uneasy laughter. Both had something to hide. Both seemed to see things in a different light.
The lift arrived, and the doors opened. It was Leo’s cue to exit the conversation.
“Well, I have another urgent matter to attend to,” said Father Raoul Glaber.
And with that, they parted company.
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It was late. Much later. Leo was just contemplating leaving “Club Infernal”. It was one of the many erotic-themed night spots located in the underbelly of the huge Infernal Spire.
This particular club had a sort of Haitian Vodou theme. It reminded Leo of a macabre mix of “Day of the Dead” and the unhallowed worship of Petro Iwa (sexual demons). Inside the large cavernous space, the decor was predictably black, oxblood, deep violet, tarnished gold, and candle-wax white. The nocturnal aesthetic mixed blackened metal with panels of intricate pornographic ironwork.
Immediately in front of Leo’s booth, there was a large circular dance floor. It was bathed in red and ultraviolet lighting that seemed to be synchronised to the rhythm of the raw afro-beat music. The music blended seamlessly as the masked dancers gyrated and frotted against one another.
He downed his third or fourth drink. He’d lost count. The bizarre Vodou sacred music was way too loud. The half-naked crowd were way too rowdy. It was a toxic mixture of mania, alcohol, and darker eroticism.
Watching the lewd acts on the dance floor, Leo found himself draw back to evening’s earlier events behind the closed doors of Nalungia’s secret lair — her nocturnal playground of pain and pleasure. Leo felt himself becoming painful hard just at the thought of it.
The sensation of being balls-deep in the ass of Nalungia’s young doppelganger. He’d cum so hard. So many times. He’d almost blacked out. It had certainly opened his eyes to the depths of his own depravity.
He could hear the insistent voice of that evil succubus, Nalungia, barking her obscene sexual commands at him, as he hit the young one across her ass with the leather horse whip.
“That’s it, Daddy! Punish the slut! Hit her harder! Fuck! You’re making me cum watching you! Do it! Fuck yer!” she screamed, thrusting her hips back and forth.
Her manic eyes seems to be burned into this memory.
Then, there was the sound of the whip, as it whistled through the air. The hard slap against tender flesh. And the muffled yelps of agony from the young one, whose mouth was filled with Nalungia’s eight-incher. Pain and then pleasure. Pleasure and then even more pain. A cycle of both. Back and forth. Oscillating.
His cock had never been harder. His orgasms, never stronger!
His hands had gripped the young one’s hips tightly, as he felt Nalungia press herself behind him. She had pushed her serpent-like cock hard against his oily asshole. First rubbing up and down the furrow of his bottom. Then pressing him forward deeper into the bowels of her young doppelgänger as she began to penetrate him. Leo had wanted her to fuck him. To take his anal virginity.
“This is what you’ve been waiting for. You faggot bastard! Tranny chaser! My big gurl-dick, in your tight little hole. I bet you cannot wait for me to blow my man-juice up your ass!”
As she began to press her thick cock-head into his tight sphincter, there was almost a popping sound, and then all hell began to break loose.
“Aaarghhhhhhh …” Leo cried.
The dull pain suddenly became excruciating. Like a hot iron poker ramming mercilessly inside of his guts. Nalungia only seemed inspired by his screams. Pressing further and harder. Vigorously moving in and out, drawing almost to the tip of her cock-head, and then ploughing all the way back in, until her testicles slapped against his.
“Hail Satan! Fuck God! Hail Satan! Fuck Jesus!” Nalungia screamed.
The three of them, daisy-chained together. All soaked in sexual sweat. Thrust in and out. Joined by their cocks. Fucking, sodomistically. Each of their orgasms imminent. Rocking back and forth like a bizarre human piston engine. Nalungia screaming her blasphemous words. Leo moaned as he began to buck and spurt his cum juices, deep into the young one’s filthy bowels.
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“Ah, Mr Burns,” said Denton De Vile, breaking Leo’s recollection, “I’m glad I managed to catch you. I saw you earlier having a chat with the good Father Raoul Glaber. He is a great fan of the work we do here at the Infernal Spire. I believe that he will be visiting us more often. Just to keep a watchful eye on us. If you know what I mean.”
Leo watched Denton De Vile suspiciously as he slid down next to him in the private booth.
How could he have seen the two of them together in the lift? They had been alone. Did he have spies and surveillance everywhere?
Denton De Vile’s bright canines looked carnivorous in the ultraviolet blacklight of the club. A fleeting thought crossed Leo’s mind — is this the Devil? — At that moment, Leo decided intuitively that anyone dealing with this obscene demon was up to no good, whether they represented the supposed interests of the church or not. He felt palpitations as his heart rate was through the roof!
“Yes. Father Raoul Glaber spoke highly of the importance of your work,” Leo complimented, hoping he might trip up this sly man or catch him in an obvious lie.
Denton waved to one of the topless waitresses, who swiftly delivered his drink of choice. He’d said nothing. How did they know what he wanted? There was so much Leo did not know about the man, or dare he say, demon. He couldn’t explain, but it seemed that around Denton, the whirlwind of the crazy club atmosphere suddenly became calm — as if the eye of the storm was passing over them — a truly strange sensation — maybe he was far too intoxicated to think straight?
“Well, Mr Burns, I’m curious,” said Denton, his firm hand resting against Leo’s thigh. “You see, I have many friends. Everywhere. They are in all the high places. And in all the low places, too. They tell me that you’ve been making some enquiries about me … about my businesses here in Babylon,” he paused, “I can only conclude that this unnecessary interest could result in something unfortunate.”
“Something unfortunate … Unfortunate for who? Are you … threatening me?”
Denton swallowed his drink and beckoned the sexy waitress for another. It came as swiftly as the first.
“Of course not, Mr Burns,” he said. “That would be so uncouth of me.”
There was something very condescending in his tone.
“Let me explain further. You and I are not so different,” Denton continued. “Both enterprising men of resourcefulness. The ‘Forever Night’ bring many challenges and opportunities — don’t you agree?”
Leo wasn’t sure where this was going. He didn’t like Denton’s tone. Denton’s grip on his thigh was making him feel very uncomfortable — like a homosexual advance.
“I have an interesting proposition for you. I may have in my possession some very interesting videos of the certain moral gentleman, of whom we spoke earlier … performing some very immoral acts … I am sure if you watched them, you’d be able to talk to your editor about a sensational takedown piece on the betrayal of his religious station.”
Leo got the hint that Mr De Vile could be talking about Father Raoul Glaber. Coincidence after coincidence? What was his angle? Why now? Obviously, he has something unsavoury on the monk. Why wouldn’t a man or demon, like him, just use it for blackmail?
“It’s an interesting proposition. When could I see this … evidence?” asked Leo.
“What about right now?”
Why would this evil man make such an offer? Why right now?
Denton pulled out his mobile phone and positioned it for Leo to see.
Whatever the file was, there was no sound, or maybe it was just drowned out in the background noise of the sex club? It started with just the image of the monk. He recognised Father Raoul Glaber immediately. Leo felt the hairs standing up on the back of his neck. The video showed the effeminate monk was half naked. Then fully naked. His penis was clearly erect.
The monk didn’t appear to be aware of his predicament. There were two young altar boys. They were in the process of undressing. Then, half naked, the scantily clad boys danced provocatively around the monk. They undressed further. Leo could clearly see their hard-ons, which appeared to be disproportionately large for their slender physiques.
As the video advanced further, it seemed that they were both in the process of sexually pleasuring the monk. It was scandalously obscene! Was he into this? Yes, the monk remained erect throughout. His hips bucked against the copulating boys. But there was something strangely dissociated about his actions — as if he was drugged ot hypnotized.
Leo’s mouth was suddenly dry. He couldn’t explain it, but even in this awkward circumstance, Leo found himself inappropriately aroused by what he saw.
At that very moment, it was as if he could feel Nala’s insane eyes goading him. Her younger double, masturbating him, as the scene with the monk and the two boys unfolded into a full-on spit-roasting — with the two young sissies taking turns — fucking his mouth and fucking his asshole.
Denton let the obscene video play and said nothing. Leo watched without interruption. As it finally ended, Denton seemed to draw even Leo closer. Despite his discomfort with the invasion of his personal space, the sensation of intense arousal continued. In fact, it seemed only to increase. How could this be?
That was when Nalungia appeared. She grinned evilly at Leo and then slid into the booth next to Denton. They turned to each other and began to kiss mouth-to-mouth. Leo’s jaw dropped, but her eyes never left his. Even as Denton’s tongue moved in and out of Nalungia’s lips — she maintained her stare. Just as Leo thought it couldn’t get any more bizarre, he felt a gentle hand in his lap, squeezing his hard cock through the material of his pants. He nearly jumped, but turning around, he saw the young one. His taboo image of thirteen-year-old Kesley Asbille.
“Don’t be afraid,” the young one whispered in Leo’s ear. “You’ve been a very naughty boy. My creator says that you need to learn your place at his table. He sees a prosperous and perverted future for you. He wants you to become the editing chief of Darker Times, and publish your exposé of the Christian church and how they are trying to defame Babylon to cover up their own misconduct … like the use of young altar boys as sexual slaves … can you do that?”
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This cannot be the end? Will Leo take the Devil’s offer? Are Nalungia and the young one both doppelgangers or real flesh and blood? What is Denton De Vile’s real agenda? What will happen to Father Raoul Glaber? If Leo becomes the editing chief and releases the obscene videos, what will the church do in retaliation?
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