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From: "Stephen Gray" <sgray113@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Cult of the Triangle 04 {S Gray} (MF mc reluc preg)
Date: Sun, 21 Apr 2002 20:10:02 -0400
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Chapter Four:  Revelations

 All of the lights in the library had been turned off, except for one tiny
lamp at a table, where four students had gathered with nervous expressions.

 "Listen to this...'After the fall of the Roman Empire, religion was
fractured.  Although many still worshipped the Roman gods, an increasing
number of pagan cults began to emerge.  The most prominent of these was
Christianity, which held great appeal because it granted salvation and the
promise of an afterlife - not just to the wealthy and the powerful, but to
everyone.  Although this new movement was opposed at first, its followers
swiftly multiplied, and Christianity soon grew from an obscure cult into a
powerful new religion...'"

 "They make it sound like some sort of fad that became really popular," said
Sarah, frowning.

 Michael shrugged.  "Well, there were other faiths before Jesus came to us.
The Greeks had a whole pantheon full of gods, not to mention the religions
of the Orient..."

 "Yeah, but those aren't REAL religions," said Sarah.  "They're more
like...mythology.  I mean, come on, they believed in dragons, and
pegasi...they thought the sun was a big ball of fire being carted around the
sky in a chariot."

 "Sure, but every religion has elements of fantasy.  Water to wine, rising
from the dead...people could say that those things are just as fanciful."

 "Are you saying that Christianity is just mythology?"

 "No, I'm saying it's a faith - but it's not the only faith.  Lots of people
believe in a higher power, whether it's Jesus, Buddha, Allah, Zeus...the
list goes on and on.  Saying that Christianity is the only true religion is
like saying that the United States is the only true country - when in fact,
it's not.  It's actually a fairly new one."

 Sarah was about to make another reply when Theresa cut her off.  "Look,
we're not here to argue.  We need to find out what's going on."

 "Thank you, Theresa," said Andrew, who began to read another passage from
the old book on the table.  "'Another notable movement that appeared during
this time was the Cult of the Triangle.  Although little is known about the
origins of this mysterious sect, it attracted many followers during the
final years of the Roman Empire.  In fact, there are some records which
indicate that the members of this secret society actively recruited new
followers through occult perversion.  It is said that their ideology was
hedonistic, and that they believed pleasure was the only real meaning in
life.'"  He closed the book.  "That's all I was able to find,
unfortunately."

 "It doesn't say anything about how to stop them?" asked Sarah.

 Andrew shook his head.  "Nope, it just says that the cult died out around
the time when Christianity was gaining strength."

 "Maybe we should go to the police?"

 "I doubt that would do much good.  Sex isn't a crime."

 "Yeah, but rape is."

 "Who's going to confess that they were raped?" said Michael.  "I looked out
my dorm window last night and saw three guys ripping the clothes off of Amy
Sweetbriar.  She kept screaming for them to stop, but they finally got their
hands on her naked body, and whatever they were doing to her made her stop
shouting for help.  By the time I got down the stairs and outside, they had
taken her away in their car.  But I saw her again just this afternoon, and
she was with those three guys, smiling and laughing as if they were her best
friends.  And sure enough, she was wearing a triangle symbol on her
necklace."

 "That's awful," said Sarah.  "We have to do something about this."

 "Maybe we could try to talk to them.  They were Christians before they
started having sex all the time.  Maybe we can convince them to come back to
our side."

 "Already been tried," said Michael.  "You know Catherine Church, the girl
who's always handing out religious flyers at the entrance to the adult store
on Fifth Street?  Well, apparently she went on a crusade and tried to preach
to a couple of girls who were walking around in their bikinis, looking for
guys to seduce.  Well, those girls took Catherine into a dorm room, and no
one saw her again for two days.  When she finally did come out, she was
wearing a tight halter-top and a very short miniskirt.  And now, instead of
preaching about the dangers of sin, she's always busy downloading
pornography and emailing it to the whole campus."

 "I think we should talk to a priest, then.  Father Crane might know what to
do."

 "Father Crane isn't a priest anymore.  I heard that he received a visit
from a young blonde girl who came to confession, but somehow they wound up
together in the same room, and the sounds that people heard coming from that
room were not the sounds of confession.  That's the last time anyone saw
him.  He hasn't been to the church in over a week, and from what I've heard,
most of the other priests have disappeared too."

 "Great, so no police, no priests...what are we going to do?  We have to
stop them, before they turn the whole campus into one giant orgy."

 "And what's so bad about an orgy?" came a woman's voice from the far end of
the room.

 The four students turned and saw their classmate, Elizabeth, walking toward
them.  She was wearing a dark robe, as were the twenty other men and women
who followed her.  "Sorry I'm late," she said, with a sinister smile.  "I
got your message, but I was a bit...delayed.  So what's going on here?  A
little late night study session?"

 "Run!" shouted Andrew.  He bolted toward the exit at the other side of the
library, followed closely by the other three.  From behind them came the
sounds of pursuit, as the dark cultists swiftly closed in on their fleeing
prey.  Andrew tried not to think about what would happen to him if they
caught him.  He kept his eyes on the dim red exit sign up ahead.  He finally
got to the door and slammed into it, pushing it open.

 "Let go of me!"  Andrew glanced behind and saw the cultists had caught up
to Michael, and the young student struggled fiercely as they grabbed his
arms and legs.

 "Michael!" screamed Sarah.

 Andrew and Theresa were already halfway down the stairs.  "Sarah, come on,
get out of there!" he shouted.  But it was too late.  Sarah screamed in
terror as a dozen dark arms grabbed hold of her and pulled her back into the
library.

 Theresa stopped, but Andrew squeezed her arm.  "We can't save them,
Theresa.  We have to get out of here, and find some way to stop this from
happening."

 There were tears in Theresa's eyes, but she bit her lip and nodded.  The
two of them escaped into the night.

***************************************************************************

 Michael wrestled furiously against his captors, but there were too many of
them.  They managed to pin him down on top of a narrow study table.  It
seemed as though a hundred hands were grabbing at him, pulling his shirt
off, unbuckling his belt, sliding his pants down.  He tried to struggle
against them, but there were just too many of them.  In just a matter of
minutes, he was completely naked and at their mercy.  "What the hell are you
doing?" he shouted.  "Let go of me!"

 Elizabeth appeared at the side of the table, smiling down at her handsome
captive.  "Relax, Michael.  We're just going to have a little bit of fun,
that's all."  She leaned down and began to slide her hands across his
muscular chest.

 "Elizabeth, come on, snap out of it."

 "You've got a great body, Michael," she murmured, stroking his firm
abdomen.  "I'm going to enjoy this."

 "You're crazy.  I'm not going to have sex with you."

 "Oh yes you are," she said, rubbing her hands up and down his hard torso.
"All I have to do is get you horny.  That should be pretty easy to do, once
you take a look at my naked body.  Your little cock down there will start to
swell up and stiffen, and that's when I'll stuff it inside my wet pussy.
Then I'll fuck you...I'll fuck you so well, you won't ever want to stop."
She leaned down and gently kissed his nipple.  "You're going to be mine,
Michael."

 "Don't listen to her!" shouted Sarah, struggling against the men who held
her captive.  "She's evil!"

 "Evil?"  Elizabeth looked up at the other woman.  "Is it evil to desire
pleasure?"

 "Elizabeth, you've been brainwashed, and now you want to brainwash us!"

 "Oh, Sarah.  Haven't you ever had an orgasm before?  No, I don't suppose
you have.  Well, you're going to have one tonight.  In fact, you're probably
going to have a lot of them.  These guys are young, strong and
handsome...that's why we picked them.  They've all got cocks, Sarah...big,
hungry cocks.  They all want to use those cocks on you.  They want to give
you pleasure; they want to make you writhe and scream in ecstasy.  What's so
wrong about that?"

 "It's...you can't just...'warp' people like this."

 Elizabeth smiled.  "Sure I can.  Watch."  She turned back to Michael, who
watched in silent fascination as she parted her dark robe a little.  He saw
that she wasn't wearing anything underneath, and his cock immediately began
to stir. He tried to control himself, tried to mentally subdue his growing
erection.  But she slid the black cloth a little further, showing her plump
young breasts to him.  Michael stared at her chest and realized that he was
fighting a losing battle.  His dick grew harder and harder as more and more
of her naked body came into view.  By the time her robe finally fell to the
floor, his penis stood at full attention, thick and hard, ready to be
engulfed by something warm, wet and female.

 "Michael!  You have to resist her!"

 Elizabeth laughed.  "He can't resist me.  Look at him...he can't stop
staring at my body."  She rubbed her breasts, gently squeezing the soft
flesh of her bulging mammaries.  "Would you like to kiss these, Michael?
Would you like to suck on these hard nipples?"  She slowly crawled on top of
him, slithering her soft, warm body against his, until her beautiful breasts
dangled just inches from his mouth.  "Go on, have a taste."

 Michael tried to resist, but he was having a tough time of it.  His cock
was now raging for a pussy to invade, and hers was so close...  He could
feel her pubic hairs tickling his stomach as she rubbed her gorgeous body
against his.  She was so beautiful, so sexy...and he was getting very, very
horny.  And now her breasts were pressed against his mouth, and his eyes
were full of her soft, enticing flesh.  He felt her taut nipple, grazing
against his lips, wanting to get inside his mouth.  He found himself
wondering how it would taste, to suck on those sweet young tits...

 "Michael, don't!"

 "It's too late," said Elizabeth, smiling triumphantly as Michael opened his
mouth and began to suckle her swollen nipple.  He was taken by surprise when
a squirt of warm liquid came out of her tit - he thought it must have been
breast milk, but it was the sweetest, most delicious milk he had ever
tasted.  He quickly began to slurp her puffy nipple stalk with enthusiasm,
greedily sucking more and more of the intoxicating tit milk into his mouth.

 "Succubus milk," purred Elizabeth, patiently allowing Michael to feed upon
her succulent breasts.  "The more he drinks, the more he becomes willing to
do whatever I want him to do."  She licked her lips with pleasure as Michael
continued his noisy slurping.  "Men are so easy to control.  It's not
difficult to convince them to kiss a breast, or fuck a pussy.  Speaking of
which..."  Elizabeth reached down and grabbed his stiff cock, holding it
upright beneath her pussy.  She nudged his cock head against her moist slit,
sliding its mushroom-like tip up and down the length of her sensitive
furrow.  Michael interrupted his tit feast to moan from the teasing
friction.  Elizabeth drew herself upright, her body perpendicular to his
groin.  "I'm going to fuck you now, Michael.  Is that ok with you?"

 Michael eagerly nodded.

 Elizabeth smiled and sank her body down on top of him, slowly impaling her
pussy upon his rigid shaft.  She whimpered softly as his thick organ speared
up inside her, deliciously stretching her inner tunnel with its hot, hard
meat.  When it was all the way inside her, she grinned over at Sarah, who
watched the copulation in horrified fascination.  "This feels wonderful,"
she said, slowly moving her hips up and down upon the thick worm inside her.
"His cock is perfect...so hard, so large..."  She squirmed her pussy back
down again, grinding her crotch against his.  "You should try this, Sarah."
She played with her breasts as she screwed her captive, making him moan with
pleasure.  "You should taste what it's like, to have a big hard penis poking
inside you."  She groaned as she descended again and again, satisfying
herself upon Michael's willing sex tool.  "As a matter of fact...guys, why
don't you help her out of her clothes?"

 While Elizabeth bounced up and down upon Michael's eager cock, Sarah
screamed and struggled as the cultists tore her clothes off.  In no time at
all, she was completely naked in front of these wicked men, helpless to stop
them from staring at her ample breasts and her furry crotch.  She sobbed
quietly as she watched Michael giving in to the evil woman on top of him.
He just lay there and stroked Elizabeth's thighs as she thrust her hips back
and forth, enveloping his penis with her juicy cunt.  Sarah could feel her
own sex starting to throb with excitement, and part of her was horrified to
think that she could get turned on by such an obscene display of
fornication.  And yet, every time she heard Elizabeth moan or whimper, she
wondered what it would be like, to feel that kind of pleasure.  She knew she
would soon find out - and that thought was both frightening and exciting.

 Elizabeth eventually found her orgasm - or at least, Sarah assumed that she
did, because she threw her head back and let out a low, savage growl as her
body went wild, her hips bucking furiously against the cock buried inside
her.  After a full minute of moaning and thrashing, she finally collapsed on
top of Michael and lay still for some time.  The cultists released Michael's
arms and legs, because he was one of them now.  The dazed young man reached
up and wrapped his arms around Elizabeth, gently stroking her back as she
recovered from her ecstasy.

 Eventually, Elizabeth looked over at Sarah.  "What should we do with her,
Michael?"

 Michael turned his head and saw Sarah standing helplessly naked in the grip
of a dozen dark-robed men.  "I think we should fuck her," he said, his eyes
glowing eerily in the lamplight.

 "What a great idea," said Elizabeth.  "Well, since you're her friend, why
don't you take care of that?"

 Sarah shook her head as Michael got up and walked toward her.  "No,
Michael.  Don't do this!"  She tried not to look at the long, hard cock
dangling between his legs.  "You have to listen to me...you've been
brainwashed...they're using you..."  He stood right in front of her, his
eyes staring down at her naked chest.  "Michael, please...you can't...oh!"
His lips were upon her breast, kissing her soft, sensitive flesh.  "Stop
it...this is wrong..."  His mouth found her nipple, and he started to suckle
her.  She felt his tongue licking her tit, teasing it with wet warmth.
"This is...this is wrong..."  Her heart was pounding, and she started to
breathe faster.  "Please...you have to stop now."  But he didn't stop; he
just kept kissing her and licking her and sucking her until her nipples
swelled and poked out.  She felt tingles of excitement coursing through her,
especially down in her groin.  Her body was getting ready for sex.

 Michael left her breast and started to kiss a path down her belly.  As he
descended, his hands stroked the sides of her torso, gently massaging her
hips as he kissed his way toward her crotch.  By the time he reached the
dark patch of fur above her groin, she was trembling with excitement.  She
wasn't sure if she would have been able to resist spreading her legs for
him, but the cultists took care of that for her.  Michael's mouth latched
onto her pussy, and she gasped as she felt his tongue start to slither
across her moist slit.  She tried to protest, but somehow she just wasn't
able to find the words.  His tongue was robbing her willpower, digging
inside her sensitive sex crevice and somehow replacing her notions of right
and wrong with powerful erotic desire.  She looked down at the head buried
between her thighs and shuddered with unwanted pleasure.  She knew that this
was wrong - horribly, terribly wrong - and yet, it felt so good to have his
tongue stabbing inside her, licking her sex flesh and patiently driving her
insane.

 And there was Elizabeth, just sitting there on the other table, smiling as
she watched Sarah's downfall.  She hated the fact that they were doing this
to her, filling her with lust and turning her into some sort of unholy sex
addict.  But Michael's tongue had found her clit, and there was no way that
she could deny the jolts of lust that raced through her body every time he
licked her throbbing pleasure button.  Then he was sucking directly upon her
clit, his tongue flicking against her hyper-sensitive rosebud, wickedly
forcing her closer and closer to orgasm.  Sarah couldn't stand it
anymore...she just let herself go.  Her cunt seemed to open up, releasing a
flood of warm sex juice that trickled down her thighs and onto Michael's
face as he grabbed her ass and kept his mouth locked upon her spasming
pussy.  As she lost control of herself, a guttural groan came out of her
mouth, and she involuntarily thrust her hips against Michael's face,
desperate to prolong the impossible pleasure ripping through her mind.

 The blissful storm seemed to last forever.  When it finally passed, Michael
stood up and smiled at her, and she returned his smile.  She was different
now; she sensed that her thoughts had somehow changed during her climax.
She remembered her horror at the thought of having sex with Michael - but it
was like trying to recall an elusive dream after waking up in the morning.
She was dimly aware that there was something wrong about this, but she
couldn't quite put her finger on it - especially not with Michael holding
her in his arms and kissing her lips.  She accepted his kiss, allowing his
tongue into her mouth.  While their kiss grew more and more passionate, she
put her arms around him and savored the feeling of being held and loved.
She could feel his cock nudging against her crotch.  He was still hard, the
poor soul; he must be aching for an orgasm.  Well, she would have to help
him with that...  But wait, wasn't that wrong?  She shouldn't just go around
having sex with people....should she?  But then again, why not?  Why not
have as many orgasms as possible?  There were a lot of good-looking guys out
there...why shouldn't she have sex with them?

 While she tried to make sense of her conflicting thoughts, Elizabeth came
up behind her and fastened a necklace around her neck.  Sarah looked down
and saw a triangular symbol dangling above her breasts...the unholy triangle
that had corrupted so many of her classmates!  "No...what have you done to
me?" she cried.

 "We're making you one of us," said Elizabeth, stroking Sarah's back.
"You're almost there...all you need is a nice big cock inside you."

 Sarah felt Michael picking her up and carrying her over to a nearby table.
"Michael, there's something wrong...I don't think we should be doing
this..."  He sat her down on the table and spread her legs apart.  "I mean,
it's not that I don't want to fuck you...I do.  But we can't just..."
Michael pushed his cock into her wet vagina, easily sliding his way inside
her well-lubricated sex tunnel.  "Ohhhh...that feels so good.  But
Michael..."  He began to fuck her, sliding his hard penis in and out of her
gooey twat.  "Michael...ohhhh...you should stop now...unghhh...before it's
too late..."  Sarah moaned as Michael's dick plowed into her, again and
again and again.  He wasn't stopping...and he wasn't going to stop.
"Michael...this is...unghhh...we shouldn't...ohhhhh...yes, just like
that...ohhhhh...we should...unghhh...oh, Michael..."  Sarah bit her lip as
his cock plunged deep inside her frothing cunt - quick, rapid strokes that
shook her whole body.  "Oh, fuck me, Michael...ooohhh...sink that fat cock
inside me...unghhh...feels soooo good..."  The noise of their lovemaking
filled the library - a steady wet rhythm of cock inside cunt, mixed with
lust-filled moans as the horny young girl surrendered to the joy of being
fucked by a hard, powerful penis.  There were no more thoughts of
resistance, no more moral objections.  She was having sex with a handsome
young man, and that was all she cared about.

 In and out, in and out, in and out, he was fucking her much faster now.
His rigid dick pistoned into her sopping pussy at a feverish pace, and the
sexual friction was driving her mad.  His penis was destroying her sense of
reason, and all she could do was moan and babble incoherently as he pounded
his thick tool into her wet, throbbing snatch.  His cock made one deep lunge
inside her and then stopped all of a sudden, and Sarah realized that he was
pumping his semen into her womb.  He grunted savagely as he filled her up
with his seed, sending squirt after squirt of sperm-laden sex cream deep
inside her cunt.  He was getting her pregnant!

 That was her last thought before his cock finished her off, sending her
sprawling into a final orgasm that wiped out her mind, changing her into a
lustful young girl who would happily screw any good-looking man she saw.

 "Welcome to our little cult," said Elizabeth, smiling as she came closer
and stroked Sarah's breasts.  "Let's have some fun, shall we?"


to be continued...


(the rest of this story can be found at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/sgray/www/ )

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