Black Harvest, White Seeding
by DiscipleN
Here is my second story of black boys raping and dominating white women, inspired by the drawings of the artist known as “Shota” on (Shotachan da net).
WARNING: Vast amounts of interracial bullshit is written below. Abandon reading it! I repeat, Abandon reading it!
[PROPER DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction, regardless of age, or relation, sexual assault is illegal. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18 in real life.]
Halloween is the autumn festival, Samhain, that foretells the darkening of the skys and the arrival of snow. It is the harvest festival in many lands, known by different names, but true followers believe the separation between the spirit world and the living world narrows. Gaps through that veil can be found.
Ellen Kent stood on the step ladder, helping her college friend, Patricia, put up paper bats and other decorations along the school’s corridors. Patricia was an administrator, employed to assist, evaluate, and shepherd teachers at the small, “Late-Middle” school for boys of 14 years or older.
Solomon’s Prep School, had been established by a united effort of the Scottish government and The Church of Scotland. The goal was to save boys in danger of slipping through society’s cracks. There were boys of all colours, and of all races. The main thing they had in common was, their families lived just above the poverty line.
Enrollment was optional, but the financial incentives for parents were considerable. The boys lived in the adjoining dorm, fed three healthy meals a day, and had plenty of free time and holidays to spend with their families. The dorm was packed to the ceiling with student, nearly five hundred, at last count.
The director, Amos Grant, always walked beamingly through the corridors. His white teeth brightly contrasted with his near coal black skin. “Hello, Ms. Haller. Who is this helping you, a prospective instructor?”
Patricia smiled at the handsome gentleman, her boss. “She’s a long time friend, Director, but no. Ellen here works in the anthropology department at the University of Edinburgh.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mmm-” Amos grinned while reaching for the appropriate title.
“Miss Kent, will do, Sir.” Ellen found herself nearly curtseying at the large, impressive man offering his hand. She shook it and added, “But please, call me Ellen.”
“It will be my pleasure.” He moved to kiss her hand.
“Now-now.” Patricia rebuked. “You’re technically on duty, Director. Keep to civil discourse.” The director was known to overstep the line between professionalism and personal comfort, but never very far. No one had ever complained, and Patricia had accepted the responsibility to ensure no one ever did.
“Yes of course.” Amos Grant stood to full height. The two women, tall for their sex, were a head shorter. Their combined widths were few inches wider than his broad shoulders. Neither women imagined he carried an ounce of extra fat. “By any chance, Miss K-, I mean, Ellen, are you an enthusiast for world mythologies?”
A smile of regret crossed her face. “I specialized in social psychology.”
“Aah!” Amos beamed again. “The two are more similar than most academics suspect.”
Ellen laughed. “I’m led to assume that you have a theory regarding the similarities.”
“Which…” Amos glanced at his chief of human resources who raised cautionary eyebrows. “…I would be happy to discuss with you after school hours.”
“If only I could today, but as soon as we finish decorating, I will be meeting my boyfriend.” Ellen reassured Patricia that she was not an item for her friend’s boss.
“Good day to both of you. I sense those bats are glaring at me, no doubt for good reason. I shall leave you to finish hanging them.” Amos strode away.
Patricia asked her friend, “Can you help during the festival?”
“Probably. Barry is working the amusement park that night, and I’ve tried the rides there too many times.”
“But not the amusement you’d like to ride?” Patricia asked slyly.
“It’ll happen. Neither of us are in a hurry.”
“Far be it, that I would prod you.”
“You’d probably enjoy a prod while you were IN the saddle.” Ellen grinned.
Patricia laughed, “I’m sorry, Madam, but I’m still clocked into my work hours. I dare not comment on that.”
The two, beautiful women laughed.
——–
The Keepers counted the passing days. Their charges savaged each other upon an empty plain eternally in twilight. Soon, they must be extra vigilant, to bless or subdue errant souls seeking either redemption or consumption.
——–
“The city of Edinburgh would learn a valuable lesson in racial integration, from this school.” Ellen told her friend.
All evening, the boys of Solomon’s Prep School played their pranks and took their booty (candy) and carried on like little hellions. There were no serious incidents. These were good boys. Amos Grant quickly expelled students who earned three major strikes against their honor.
“The fun will end too soon for them.” Patricia smiled. “And not soon enough for me. I’ll feel sounder when they’re wearing their school uniforms again.”
“Aw, they’re sweet.” Ellen wished her future children would be as lively and well behaved as these boys.
At the stroke of 21:00 hours, Amos spoke over the intercomm. “Students, please exit to the school grounds. Wind down your fine energies, and don’t eat too much candy. Tomorrow is another day of classes. Lights-out will be observed at 23 hundred hours.”
Patricia commented. “That’s an hour later than usual.”
A shy looking, black child walked up to the women. “Can I go to the toilet, or do I have to go outside right away?”
“It’s Master Rollins. Is that right?” Patricia smiled at the boy.
“Yes, Ma-am. I’m Eddie.” He affirmed.
“Use the toilet, Eddie, but don’t dally. The janitors have a lot of work to do tonight, to clean up after you.” Patricia grinned.
“No, Ma-am!” Eddie hurried down the corridor.
“This was so much fun!” Ellen exclaimed. “Thank you for inviting me.” She hugged her friend.
“Have a good rest, Dear. You’ve worked harder than you think.” Patricia warned. “I just have to meet with the director, and then my night is over.”
“Sleep well.” Ellen told her friend and headed to the main entrance. She walked halfway there. “Ugh! What’s that smell?” Had one of the janitors spilled bleach or a sulphur based solvent? She held her nose and walked on. Was it the smell of gas? She’d better get outside.
Upon reaching the entrance hall, the ground beneath her and the rest of the building shifted, hurling her against the wall! The school’s corridors were suddenly filled with howls and moans, as if it had been injured.
Is this some kind of joke? Ellen thought. Or could it be terrorists?
“By the Stars!” She blurted, after a look through cracked glass doors. The sky was lit up as if the sun was about to return from the west. “If that’s fire, there’s a lot of it.” The notion of a nuclear weapon crossed her mind, but she would not be alive to imagine one. Something dangerous was happening. Ellen retraced her steps, almost running, but Patricia had left their assigned station. She sought the director’s office, worried more about what was happening outside than the rank odors and agonized groans filling the halls.
“He’s DEAD!” Patricia rushed out of the director’s office, nearly bowling over two teachers enjoying tea in the administration area.
“This isn’t April Fools, Patricia.” A stern looking, older woman admonished.
Ellen heard most of it as she entered the area. “Patricia! What’s going on?”
The second teacher, a beautiful, blond American snorted. “Some of the boys must have got hold of flash bangs. More than a few of their fathers are in the armed forces.”
“I can hardly taste my tea, the odor is so strong in here.”
Patricia’s panic eased back to where she could process reality again, however terrible it was. “His body is all shriveled, and he’s naked!” Why couldn’t Gail and Cecily believe her!
“Patricia!” Ellen stormed up. “Let me see.” Her friend let her pass into the director’s office.
Worse than a dead body, the entire room was trashed. Fire burned in a metal waste bin. Amos Grant lay face down, his frame a shadow of it’s earlier might. It seemed as if wrinkles rolled across his corpse like waves. The large window to the outside was fully smashed, as if a grenade had exploded within.
“Oh my god!” The American shouted.
“Heavenly, holy father.” The older teacher crossed herself. “Spare us from evil, this night.”
“Call 999!” Patricia screeched over the building’s howls. She darted to a phone.
Ellen pulled hers out of her pocket. There was no signal. Gail and Cecily found theirs equally useless.
“Electric power is off, even the phone lines!” Patricia lamented.
“Then we hunker down like good Brits and wait for emergency services to come to us.” The older woman asserted.
“The boys, Gail!” The American wailed. “We have to help them.”
“Of course, that’s what I meant.” Gail cleared her throat. “We collect the boys and hunker down.”
The moans echoing through the corridors were slowly fading.
“How many teachers helped the festivities tonight?” Ellen feared five hundred boys would be impossible to control if they panicked.
“Forty, including other staff.” Patricia had arranged the event.
They hurried as a group, into the halls. Six women, from other areas of the school joined their expedition. Another ten were at the front doors, staring out at the expanse of grounds.
“What’s the matter?” Patricia called to the women.
“They aren’t moving.” A young teacher pointed, touching the cracked glass.
Outside, the students had gathered into a odd shape. A double line, comprised by maybe three hundred boys, formed a circle around the central building. Within the circle, at least a hundred boys stood hunched over, looking around. The strangest thing of all, by Ellen’s thinking was, the boys in the circle were all black.
Mixed races formed the line, but the blackest boys looked trapped within it.
One of them spotted the front doors. It turned and crept closer.
It’s movement caught the attention of other, black boys. They sniffed the air and followed.
Gail went through the door and called to them. “Young masters, listen to me. I’m sure what’s happened has troubled all of us, but we must keep our heads. The best place for us is the dormitory. We can sleep there, and the cafeteria is attached to it. The power is out. So we’ll have to eat the froz- AAAIIEEEEE!!!” She shrieked when two boys jumped on her. Their hands tore at her clothes! Another leaped to assist them.
“Gail!” The American screamed. Dozens more of the night skinned boys began scurrying to the entrance.
“STOP THIS!” Patricia yelled at the boys. “DON’T PANIC!”
Two of the teachers yelled and ran away. Nearly half of the boys swarmed up the entrance steps. The leading dozen glanced at the three boys pawing off Gail’s clothes while they dragged her to the ground. They saw the women standing behind the doors and gaped. Purple light seeped out of their mouths.
More women fled into the corridors.
Cecily tugged at one of the boys on her older, workmate. “Stop this! What’s gotten into you?” The next four boys leaped at her.
Ellen heard the words of Amos Grant. “The two are more similar than most academics suspect.” This wasn’t social disorder. This was a mythical incident! A devout atheist, Ellen’s empathy for metaphysics grew three sizes that night. She yelled, “I’m returning to the director’s office!”
“I DON’T UNDERSTAND!” Patricia screamed up at the sky. Six boys dragged her to the ground, tearing at her clothes.
Ellen forced her terror into submission. There were too few adults to control more than a hundred boys with purple light glinting out of their drooling mouths! There had to be a reason for this, and all signs pointed to Amos Grant. She ran.
In the next hall, between her and the administration area, a boy stood. She recognized him.
Ellen’s heart thudded, as her heels squeaked to a stop on the tile floor. “Eddie?”
The boy grinned and beckoned her with a hand.
“Uh, are you okay?”
He nodded, saying nothing.
“I have to go to the director’s office.” She walked towards him, but skirted the reach of his arm.
He nodded again when she passed him, never taking her eyes off of the boy who was likely in shock. Someone needed to wrap him in a blanket, to keep him warm.
“Come.” She beckoned him. There was a coat in the director’s room. Eddie followed.
The rack had fallen, but the coat was thick and large. She held it open for the boy who walked into it. After wrapping that around the standing child, she locked the office door behind them.
Sobs for the fate of her friend, whom Ellen could absolutely not help, overtook her. This was something she could do, she told herself, putting Eddie out of her thoughts. She had to focus and concentrate on the evidence.
The corpse was as dead, and as eerie to look at, as before. Purple flashes flickered into the gaping window, but none of the boys outside could see her. She moved squatting low. Papers had been scattered everywhere. Whole filing cabinets were overturned, their guts strewn across Asian rugs.
Swiping away entire binders, searching for anything that looked like it might belong in a ritual, Ellen noticed the rug lying before the director’s massive desk. The weavers had crafted a wild vision of the African continent. White flute players danced around it. A great mass of black people defined the shape of Africa.
Ellen turned to the body. She grimaced upon touching it. The flesh was still warm. The optical illusion of rippling wrinkles was no illusion. Her hand flew to her mouth as she gasp from fresh horror.
She noticed a bluish light seeping from under Amos’ body. Ellen knew what had to be done. She attempted to lift one shriveled shoulder, but his soul’s container was as light as cotton candy. From beneath Amos, a cell phone lit the room. Next to it lay a small, delicate looking flute. She drew it and the phone out from under the body and examined them.
He must have turned off the sleep feature. The bright screen showed a photo of an incredibly well preserved animal hide. Faint ochre symbols had once been painted across the ancient canvas.
The flute had bent at her gentle touch. It looked as if it had been carved from a bone. Perhaps it was bird’s bone. The flute was incredibly thin walled. She tested it, picking it up as carefully as possible, and fingered the holes. Her eyes were drawn to the symbols.
They must be notes but were indecipherable to her. Ellen placed her lips to the flute and blew a soft breath. A high, brief whistle sounded. She set it next to the phone. That was all that could be learned.
The first story that came to her, was the only interpretation she would believe. Amos must have played the notes, possibly repeating them, which would explain why he had turned off the sleep feature on his phone.
She looked for other clues. She noticed Eddie. Instead of staying in the warm coat, he had let it fall to the floor and had begun taking off his clothes. When Ellen’s attention returned to him, he was in the process of removing his white briefs, the last item adorning his naked body.
Eddie’s thin cock stood six inches from his walnut sized balls. It pointed at Ellen. Eddie grinned at her, purple light spilling out of his large lipped mouth. He took a step towards her.
“No, Eddie.” She whispered fiercely. “Stay away from me.”
The grin twisted on his face. His eyes were shiny coal black. He reached out, taking a second, faster step.
“If you can hear me, Eddie, fight it, whatever’s driving you.” Ellen had seen too many horror movies with happy endings.
She backed away, to the side of Amos’ desk. She looked behind, but would have had to rise up to see what was happening on the school grounds. Purple lights continued to flicker into the room, darting across the office’s walls and ceiling. The wailing of women pierced the very air.
Eddie backed Ellen into a corner.
“I’ll fight you.” Ellen’s voice intensified. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Her hands scoured through the junk, wanting a weapon of greater threat than a paper cut. Failing, she balled her fists.
Eddie closed in. She struck at his outstretched hands, batting them away. He appeared to feel no pain. He stepped closer. When Ellen punched again, she hated having to, she struck his chest with all her might.
Eddie stumbled back, but one hand latched on to the beautiful woman’s thin arm.
Ellen screamed! Pain like nothing she’d ever experienced flooded her senses. Strangely, her arm wasn’t the source of the agony, his hand was. His agony flowed into her. The torture upon its soul froze her muscles.
Tears flowed from the woman’s eyes. She could only watch, suffering the being’s intense pain, unable to breathe, while Eddie removed her clothes. His dick trembled with anticipation.
A voice called to her, overriding her thoughts. “The black one gave us this night. This black one will give you to me.”
The boy’s free hand tore Ellen’s blouse and attacked her bra.
“Let me go!” Ellen thought fiercely. “There must be something else-”
“There is, ley native, but you are not ready for it.” Eddie snapped her bra away like it was made of gauze. Her large, firm tits spilled down her chest.
She sobbed!
What was a ‘ley native?’ Ellen’s ancestry was long in the region. Ley could refer to ley lines. Suddenly, the social psychology specialist wished she had read more mythology. She didn’t know crap about ley lines, except they were suppose to be magical streams that crossed each other, bullshit like that.
“Please. I know your suffering. Do not add it to mine!” She begged in her mind.
“There will be pleasure.” It promised as its wretched existence fueled her agony.
Eddie tore at her pants, pulling them and her panties down to her thighs. His hand gripped her and tugged her around and spilled her on the floor. Ellen fell to her hands and knees. Pain no longer swept her senses, but it had sapped her energy. She was again able to breathe. Her lungs labored heavily to restore oxygen.
Eddie pounced! His head dove beween the gap of her rear cheeks that blossomed large around his narrow, black face. His nose sucked air from her nether parts. “These are the smells of life and death.” The demon spoke in her mind. There was no better word for the being possessing the child.
Outside, the cries of women changed tone. Shrieks of terror lightened. Their hearts had cast out the horrors happening beyond the window. Something stronger gripped them. So sounded their voices.
Ellen scrabbled as best she could, on her hands and knees. Strength to stand and run had fled. Pain soaked her ankle as Eddie dragged her back to his naked, erect prick. “You will be fucked by this black one.”
The woman screeched when the thin but long, boy dick pierced her trembling cunt. Fire seared into her. The demon’s pain masked her own, as the dry member struck through her unready, tender folds. Eddie grabbed her fat ass and bucked his stinger deeper.
“Do you not know this rutting?” The demon sounded almost puzzled. It wanted to know if she was a virgin!
Ellen closed her mind to it’s question. She hid her thoughts in the pain consuming her. Eddie’s prick ravaged the insufficiently moist tissues of her sex. He did not stop, could not fight his flesh clashing against hers.
“May you bleed to satisfy me!” The demon cursed. It drove the boy to hump faster.
She cried out! Two pains burned her insides. The black dick scraped and scoured her insides, but the demon inside the boy would not relent.
Finally, deep tissues responded to the pain. The first of her fluids seeped around the rutting cock. It slipped faster, adding to the pain! Ellen cried and whimpered. She prayed that her pussy would flood to save itself.
It did.
Her innate, sexual encodings sent continuous messages to her vagina’s protective glands. They oozed more and more fluid, soaking the long member driving through their flesh.
“It is pleasuring now.” The voice proclaimed. Eddie’s body thrust slick dick in and out of Ellen’s lubricating body.
Tears of relief replaced those of agony. She clenched her loins, in a futile attempt to eject the raping cock. It drilled harder into her.
“Yessss, fuck the fucking.”
Eddie’s hands released her ass and reached forward. They latched onto the sides of her fat, firm breasts. The nipples swayed from the boy’s hard pounding. He stilled them with fingers that dug fingernails into their turgid mounds. The boy fucked the white researcher faster.
“No! Please, Eddie, reject the demon. Come to your senses. Aaaaa!!” Ellen groaned. The slick prong stabbing her wet hole stirred something new within her suffering senses.
“Feeel the sexing, the pleasure. Fuck the fucking, you white bitch.”
“Get out of my HEAD!” Ellen screamed. She was desperate to do anything but accept what was happening inside her female organs. Fingers tore at her nipples while black, hard cock raped in and out of her sopping cunt.
However Ellen strived to cling to the pain, her erogenous zones were being worked to overwhelm it. The feelings, stirred into her loins, grew. Her body swayed against the dick pounding inside of her no longer resisting flesh. “Uuuuuhhhhnnnn.” She groaned.
If this was real fucking, why couldn’t Berry have given it to her! Her mind formed the thoughts separate from what Ellen willed.
“I can feel you pushing back, taking the boy deep into you.” Dark chuckles followed.
“Nooo!” Ellen wailed. There was nothing but fucking, left to her soul.
Footsteps approached the windows, crushing the flower bed below them. Hands appeared on the sill and divider. Sharp glass bled them as two boys, alert to Ellen’s cries, climbed into the room.
“Beasts of us, join together!” The demon exclaimed. “The bitch is ripe and nearly willing.”
Purple light broke out of their mouths that made silent words. They must have removed their clothes somewhere outside. Both entered naked. They closed in on the women being raped by their peer.
“GO AWAY!” Ellen yelled. Her body kept swaying from the young hips thrusting hard, black cock up her white hole.
A wet, black cock poked at her lips. She turned her head. Eddie’s next thrust drove her cheek against the hard tip. The boy slapped her. That demon’s pain surged across Ellen’s face. She howled!
“Accept it, or the pleasure will not come.” The demon in Eddie threatened.
The boy in front grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth to him. He struck her face again! When Ellen cried out, a thick, shorter dick dove into her oral cavity.
Her first instinct was to bite the invading cock, with the intent to sever it! But a mote of empathy flared. It was not the boy’s fault. This horrific night had sent him to hell. “Suck this black one’s prick, White Bitch.” The demon before her demanded.
The third boy pulled Eddie’s hands away from her incredible tits. He gripped them tighter and crawled under her torso.
Fucked from behind and from the front, Ellen’s tears flowed. Saliva spilled into her mouth. She swallowed against the dick plunging through her grimace. “Yessss suck this child.” The voice urged.
Her fresh assailants, having situated themselves into her raping, weakened some of Ellen’s terror. The pleasures stirring in her pussy reasserted their influence. Against her wishes, her lips pursed around the black dick thrusting into her mouth. Her tongue licked it, just as her pussy rippled across the six black inches sawing her sex. Ellen groaned when the third boy stuck his prick between her giant tits and humped them. His finger nails dug eagerly into her abused nipples. Pain and pleasure flared from her three abusers.
Ellen’s will submitted to the pleasures invading and overwhelming the agonies her demon provocateurs sang into her flesh and mind.
“Fuck the fucking, Cunt.”
“Suck the boy, harder, Bitch.”
“Grab this dick and pull, you White Slut.” The third demon added its demand.
Ellen rocked her ass against Eddie’s hunching hips. She sucked and licked the shorter, fatter cock in her mouth, and her hand reached between her tits and grabbed the hard prick rutting between them. She pulled and stroked it, increasing the speed of her hand across its five, black inches.
“AAAAaaa…” Eddie spoke!
“NNNNGGGGHHH!!!” The boy in front groaned.
“Hhhhhhnnnn!!!” The boy below grunted.
The demons’ pain flew out of her body, back to their sources, as the black boys’ physical reactions to fucking the beautiful white slut trapped between their thrusting manhoods.
“OHHHH!!!!” Ellen shouted, as the pleasure she denied burst across her entire form, from lips to cunt and back again, from nipples outward, all entwining into ecstasy! “AAAAAAA!!!” Joy exploded within her. Cocks continued to leap and dance upon and within her orgasming flesh. “OOOHH IT”S GOOD!!!” Ellen screamed.
Eddie shouted. “AAAAAAA!!!!” His cock dove deep and plugged her innermost hole. It lurched inside of her, and boiling cum spewed forth.
Two other cries drown his. Their pricks surged with cum, flooding the orgasming slut’s mouth and drenching her hand and tits. She stroked and sucked and bounced her ass. “GIVE ME MORE!!”
Cum drained out of the boys like running faucets. Ellen gulped and guzzled. She clenched her cunt and hand to pull every drop from the black flesh invading her.
A final, mind shattering explosion shot intense pleasure through her senses. She screamed for joy, that such a thing could be. Ellen collapsed down across the tit fucking boy.
When she awoke, she had no idea of how much time had passed. The three, naked black boys surrounded her, on their knees. They stroked their well spent pricks slowly, staring at nothing.
“Eddie?” She dared ask?
He did not respond.
She studied them. Recharging, the thought occurred. Ellen was not subtle then. She rose and leaped, using the solid desktop as a launch pad to escape the room. On her way out, she grabbed the director’s coat and covered herself.
All along the halls, the mostly white staff, of women teachers were being pricked from every direction and into every one of their holes, by black dicks. The victims cried and groaned and shrieked and grunted.
She found Patricia pinned against the wall next to the entrance. Two boys lifted her ass, forcing her to fuck a black cock stuffing her dripping cunt. Her hands wanked the hard pricks of the two lifting her. “Cum in me, again!” She groaned.
Ellen looked out over the grounds. Weird twilight still lit the sky. Black boys moved from woman to women, spilling their seed into them and across their naked flesh. Beyond them, the double line of three hundred boys of mixed race stroked their cocks and watched. Puddles of cum soaked the interior perimeter.
The university academic understood something then. The spirits possessing the ring of boys were Yin to the Yang of demons raping the school’s female, mostly white staff. She cringed at her misappropriation of Asian metaphysical concepts. Yet, the researcher who defined Ellen’s soul, compelled her forward.
She passed black bodies humping and raping women teachers and administrators. The few men on the school grounds lay unconscious, as if beaten into that state.
“I want more cum.” Gail groaned at the base of the entrance steps. She was sucking two black cocks at the same time while two others fucked her cunt and ass from below and behind. Two more sucked at her massive tits while she wanked on their erect, cum dripping cocks. She was soaking in it.
Ellen fixed her gaze on the closest ‘guardian’ and strode faster. From twenty feet away, she noticed the boy’s eyes. They looked as if a bright light was shining INTO them!
He ignored her approach, continuing to scan the grounds and stroking his bare, pubescent erection.
“Can you speak?”
The boy ignored her.
The demons had spoken to her through physical contact. The more intimate, the clearer their voices. Ellen dropped to her knees on cum soaked ground. She pulled the boy’s hand away and sucked his cum dripping cock into her mouth. “I must know.” She thought the words as intensely as possible.
“Release this child, Slut.”
“Please, speak to me.”
“You will be judged, repentance or consumption.”
Those sounded like severe judgements. Ellen was afraid, yet she persisted. “I wish only to know how to prevent this from ever happening again.”
“That is not unreasonable. We Keepers weary of ambitious souls reaching between the worlds to grasp power beyond their capacity.”
“You are Keepers.” Ellen felt her loins stir as she mouthed the boy’s dick. It twitched in her mouth and hardened. “What must I know?”
“Your aim is unachievable, just as the perpetrator of this night’s debauchery could not grasp the tiniest mote of power his ritual unleashed.”
“Was he consumed?” Dead? Wondered Ellen. She slurped the tasty cock with relish as the Keeper answered.
“He was judged to repent. His soul was not worthy of consumption. He waits now, beyond the flesh of this world, in our grasp. He struggles but cannot move. His desire to enslave the women in his charge must be atoned for. After tonight, he will join our charges and wrestle his kind until the ending of worlds.”
“Then there is no way to prevent this from recurring.” Ellen licked and sucked harder.
“In this place, no. It will be sealed, the ritual that sundered the veil will be broken. Thousands of years will pass before such a thing can return.”
“Then, in other places, I might stop a recurrence.”
“To do so, you must be consumed.” She fondled the boy’s balls, now wanting his hot cum in her mouth, to taste his burning seed.
“If I must – this cannot happen again.” Ellen reached one hand to the boy’s rear and stuck her middle finger into his ass. The body flinched, but she was now desperate for his milk of conception. “One final question.”
The Keeper spoke before she asked. “The beasts of the plain played a trick on the man, to spite his fetish for skin of a specific colour not his own. While we imprisoned him, the beasts possessed those of his colour. To taunt him, they played out his desire as their own. It is only the beginning of his penance.”
Silence stilled Ellen’s mind as she continued to force boy cock in her mouth, into cumming. His body soon lurched and the young, hard pecker sank to the back of her throat. Hot cum squirted down her gullet, and she squealed with joy. Her loins spasmed with sympathetic pleasure. She sucked and sucked.
Hours passed. Somewhere, a bell struck midnight. The sky fell dark. Lights within the dorm and school awakened.
Ellen had to be hauled away from the boy who began crying, his dick raw from endless sucking, his balls empty.
“We must never speak of this.” The women: teachers, administrators, and their friends agreed. Patricia forced herself to forget her friend. Ellen’s mental breakdown would never heal, she told herself. Barry never mentioned his girlfriend after Patricia revealed her actions without mentioning the cause.
The boys were told their horrible experience were dreams, the product of hallucinogenic drugs the director had fed to them. Anyone thinking the night had happened as they remembered, was quickly isolated and given extensive, psychological therapy.
There were rumors.
A surge of mixed race births occurred in the town, the following July and August. Articles were written, but politicians in the Scottish government and priests from the Church of Scotland squashed them before they could be printed. Some articles made it to the internet, only to be ridiculed by one and all.
Ellen escaped the compassionate, mental care she had been admitted to. Three separate judges confirmed her mental instability as she struggled in their courtroom to pleasure herself and those near her, sexually.
A shadow lurked outside the dorms one night. She knew it was dangerous to enter, let alone participate. A woman cried out from within the humble chambers filled with bed bunks. Lighter skinned boys, upon hearing the woman, told themselves it was merely flashbacks from the terrible dream.
Ellen searched for windows onto the pained but passionate voice. It was the American, Cecily. Four black boys had dragged her from the school to the laundry room. There, three others had prepared her bindings and the toys. Together, they lay siege on the busty blond, slowly breaking her resistance, with hard cocks plunging in and out of her cunt and hard teeth nipping at her giant nipples. They stroked and sucked and fucked her until she came and came and they were sure it was safe to release her. Then the real fun began…
Another night, a different group of black boys chose Patricia. She cried and cried as they pleasured themselves from her holes and hands, until cum dripped from every part of her naked body. At the end of her night, her white arms clung around their resting bodies. She begged for more but was too tired and spent and sore, to handle more.
Ellen pulled her hand out of her sopping pussy and forced herself to leave the school forever. The women here were trapped by their mutual agreement to never speak of their trials. She could not save them. She was needed elsewhere. The desire to prevent this travesty from ever happening again, had consumed her reason.
To this day, tales are told of an aging Scotswoman traveling the globe, sucking and fucking anyone able to open rips between the spirit and living worlds. Some go mad. Others transform into great educators of human sexuality. For only those willing to test their experiences with objective reason can convince the Keepers to consume you.
The End
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Freakishly hot tale of supernatural terror.