Dans le Murs (Part 4)

I emptied my sex over her sweet, young belly, sprinkling it with a multitude of droplets of hot semen. When it was over I knelt up and surveyed the erotic mess on her. She was fingering the slippery pools as I wiped the remains from my knob. I looked at my watch, it was already ten-thirty and we had been enjoying ourselves for over forty minutes. I suggested to Madeleine that she clean up and make our way to the caverns before we were missed.
"I'll say I could not find you." she said easily, "It's not too difficult in this old house."
"Will they believe you." I asked.
"Probably not." she chuckled, "But who cares what they believe." Come on, this way."

She led me down a narrow staircase that was musty and chill. The door at the bottom was hidden in an alcove in a dark and dusty corridor, very easy to miss. It had been locked but Madeleine had produced an enormous key and turned the well-oiled lock easily. Afterwards she had restored the door to its locked state. By the light of a tiny halogen torch we progressed further downwards by a series of flights interspersed with short corridors. Although the exits from the corridors served to change our direction I sensed that we were heading generally northwest. The light of the torch now revealed that we were beneath the house but whether the passage was natural or man-made I could not determine. The walls were composed of limestone and flint nodules which glistened with permeating water and the steps were rough and slimy. Ducking under a large rock in the roof we emerged into a large gallery with five exits including the one we had used. The floor was sandy and I could hear the steady trickle of water. Sweeping the torch around Madeleine illuminated what looked like a small, vertical crack in the far wall. It was little more than a fissure but, with the light of the torch I could see a passage beyond.

"Through there?" I said querulously.
"Yes," she said, scrunching through the tiny gap, "It's the only way in now but it does mean that we can be secret."
"Hells bells!" I exclaimed, scraping the rock as I inched my way through the two feet of rock opening, "You don't get many fat people down here, do you?"
"That's right." she said as we both stood on the other side of the entrance, "We do not like fat and flabby men so if they cannot get through the entrance they cannot join us."
"There's no answer to that." I thought as we set out once more along the downward sloping corridor. The character of the walls changed and the air became drier and warmer.
"What is this place?" I asked as we turned into yet another gallery. "Old tin mines." she replied, "They go back four hundred years. This section was abandoned in 1781 and is not on any modern record. The rest you can visit but one of the miners set off a roof fall when he blasted the tunnel and sealed this section off."
"How do you know all this if there are no records?" I asked.
"Oh, we found some of the original records down here, with the remains of the miners," she said, "and we checked on the modern records. We're nearly there now."

I could here a distorted sound and realised, as we approached, that it was music. Then I could see brightness and, as we rounded a sharp left-hand corner, I could see light pouring from a series of small cracks. Madeleine led me into a little niche at the end of which was a series of rough steps. We went down about twenty feet until we reached a natural arch about two feet from the floor. Madeleine went down on all fours and crawled under the rocks. I found the older bones less flexible but finally, after a few bumps and abrasions on my head, attained the far side. A quick scramble down a flight of rough steps brought us into a lighted cavern populated by about thirty youngsters dancing to modern music. Madeleine guided me around the floor to a little vestibule in which sat three men and four women dressed in blue and red flowing robes. Madeleine bowed to them and backed away, leaving me alone. One of the men stood up, smiled and held out his hand. "Welcome Colin," he boomed in a rich tenor voice, "to Cavern Snick. 'Sn' for tin and 'ick', --- is for ick. I am Grand master Habib Sidouri of the temple Lille Charente of the Worldwide Cult of Balthazar, this is Grand Priestess Lalith and these are our High Wizards and Priestesses. We are seven, we should be eight. We have studied you since you arrived at l’ecole and also made exhaustive enquiries in England. I believe you have the potential for great things. Will you join us as High Wizard?"
"Me? Why me?" I asked.
"Because you have the right outlook and we think you will be useful to us." he replied simply. “Look what you do for JOKER. Oh yes, we know all about that and it reinforced our opinion.
"Can I know something about what you do before I decide?" I asked.
"We will tell you anything you want to know." said the Grand Master offering me a drink, which I politely refused, "After all, you will not leave here alive if you choose not to join; you already know too much."
"Oh dear," I gulped lamely, "it seems like I am between a rock and a hard place. Tell me then."

"We are a World-Wide, pseudo-religious secret cult," he began, "with roots in paganism and druidism. We gather young people as followers and, with the help of a little blackmail and some hallucinogenic drugs, we worship. Our worship is physical in that we believe in the body and material pleasure. Our ceremonies concentrate on carnal aspects with nudity predominant once we spike the drinks; oh by the way, this drink is not spiked. The youngsters are taught our religious practices and they respond together while we can choose any or all to our oblation. It is written in our law that all acolytes are subservient to the High Wizards or Priestesses. Nothing is forbidden, either in public or in private. You will not have heard of us; if you had and had not been accepted as you have, you would not be alive. We have temples, similar to this, in many parts of the world and are governed by a central council. We are rich, powerful and above all, like the Freemasons, extremely clandestine. However, unlike the Freemasons we do not publicise our charity work, which is mainly self-indulgent. We have members in very high places and even our own security service which some liken to the Wehrmacht Gestapo. You have been approached because we feel your position and mind-set would have benefits to us.

Today is the ceremony of the Fruitful Goblet, one of the initiation ceremonies to raise a new female acolyte. Firstly I, or in my absence Lalith, blesses the engraved silver goblet, about the size of a large brandy glass, and presents it to the apprentice acolyte. She will be naked except for a white ribbon around her throat. She must then approach the most senior Wizard, other than me, and ask him to anoint the cup.... oh, it is much better you watch, maybe join in. Come, slip on this robe let us begin. Just follow my lead"

I quickly stripped to my undershorts and pulled on the coloured robe. It fitted well and I was given a brass sword that I held in front of me, point downwards imitating the others, and fell in behind them. We walked, heads bowed, to the altar as the music changed to an unfamiliar fanfare. The Grand Master and his Priestess stood behind the altar and the remaining Wizards and Priestesses formed lines of three on the flanks. After the Grand Master spoke some obscure form of litany one of the congregation stood up and spoke. "We have one amongst us who desires to be a Sister of the Temple." The Grand Master spoke clearly in reply to the now silent congregation sat on the floor. "Arise she who would be a Sister of the Temple so that we may acknowledge her." At this point a twenty-something, longhaired girl in a green and white gown stood up and said clearly, "I Fleur, who shall be Calli, desire sisterhood."
"Who giveth this woman to us?" intoned the Grand Master.
A man stood up, "I, Cariopsis of the Third Secrets, giveth this woman and vouch for her true intentions." he said.

"Let it be known," droned the Master, "that Fleur is recognised and desires to become a Sister Calli of the First Secrets. Approach, novice to the Holy Place, for the Rite of the Fecund Chalice. The young woman pushed her way through the throng and made her way to a point in front of the Grand Master. Kneeling she allowed him to put his hands on her head addressing her then the surrounding audience. "Let this woman be admitted into our midst by virtue of the rites of entry." he chanted, "Let her eyes be opened to the pleasures of the flesh and let her mind dwell on the giving and delivering of divine delights. Are you, Fleur, prepared for the Chalice?"
"I am, my lord." she replied stiffly.
"Does anyone question her right of Sisterhood?" he bellowed at the gathering, "Speak or be damned to silence for eternity!"

The silence was almost palpable.
"Then it is begun." he said quietly, "Bring forth the Chalice."
A young woman appeared carrying a silver goblet on a purple cushion. She placed it on the altar, bowed deeply and withdrew. The Grand Master took the goblet and held it high in front of him, first upside down then correctly.

"This Chalice, now empty and lifeless shall be filled with the spirit of the word and this spirit shall enter into our sister and so shall she be enlightened of the mysteries. And in so doing shall she demonstrate her dedication to the movement in the presence of her masters and her peers. With this wine I bless the chalice, may it soon contain the fruits of many lives and may our sister be enlightened of the world." He poured a small amount of wine into the cup and gave it into her outstretched hands. Addressing the girl once more he touched her on the shoulder. "Thou must reveal thyself to the elements and thy brothers and sisters in all the glory that thou hast been created."

He pulled at the large bows tied at her shoulders and the smock fell away leaving her with a simple white ribbon about her throat. She took the chalice and pressed it to her small breasts. The Grand Master and the Grand Priestess withdrew and all eyes were on the girl. I had noticed subtle differences in the attire and assumed this was a sign of rank. I later discovered this to be true. With little less than a moments delay she went to the Wizard with the orange collar and stood in front of him.

"Wilt thou anoint this chalice so that I may begin to understand your mysteries?" she asked clearly.
"I will anoint your chalice with my very soul," he responded, "but only if thou wilt join with me."
"I will do as you wish," she spoke, "for this is a mystery I understand already."

With that, she parted his robe until his stiffening penis thrust out. He was about seventeen centimetres long, uncircumcised with a fat knob at the end. Taking the meat in her right hand she began to briskly masturbate him. Although he had done this before it, was obvious that the situation was highly exciting. He stiffened fully within seconds and her shuttling fingers were soon slicked with lubricant. Fleur concentrated on her work, oblivious to those around her. I was stiffening realising that I would be in the line, albeit last. The Wizard put out his hand and touched her hair. It was clearly a signal to her that he was about to ejaculate. Taking the goblet she placed its rim at the base of the bulbous knob whilst still gently rubbing the shaft. The Wizard visibly tensed as his semen spurted out. She twisted the goblet to catch the gushing, sputtering fluid and, when he had finished, she held it aloft again. We could see drops of his come over her fingers. She repeated the process with the wizard in the green collar. Turning to the Wizard next to me she asked him the same question and extracted the same response.

Groping beneath his robe she pulled out his erection. He was only about thirteen centimetres long and slim. Her hand slipped easily around it and began to shuttle up and down. Her face was a picture of concentration as she worked on releasing his fluid. He stood passively as this delightfully wanton female eagerly masturbated him. I glanced at him, he was dribbling copiously over her fingers which she spread over the rather pointed head. I could see the opening in the end begin to fill with thickish, white fluid that trickled out as her fingers slid over the end. He stretched out his hand and briefly touched her hair. Tilting the goblet slightly she pointed the tip into its depths whilst still rubbing the shaft. He gave a gutteral grunt and began to quiver. A bubble of cream dropped lazily into the goblet followed immediately by another. Then everything stopped as her fingers squeezed gently but she did not remove him from her chalice. Suddenly he gave a loud gasp and thrust himself forward. Thick semen spurted repeatedly from the swollen knob, some into the chalice, some over the sides and some over the floor. The quantity was incredible and the young girl had difficulty following the spitting meat in order to capture his essence as it sprayed in all directions. Before he finished, however, she appeared satisfied that she had caught enough. She held the chalice high letting the light glint on the sperm on its sides. She then moved and faced me. My mouth went dust dry.

"Wilt thou anoint this chalice so that I may begin to understand your mysteries?" she asked clearly.
"I will anoint your chalice with my very soul," I heard myself respond, "but only if thou wilt join with me."
"I will do as you wish," she repeated, "for this is a mystery I understand already."

With that she groped inside my robe until she found my aroused organ. After watching the two previous acts I was in a high state of excitement and had a hard-on like a crowbar. Placing her cool hand around me she began to rub my loose foreskin to and fro over the tumescent head, drawing little bursts of oil from the entrance. Her small breasts bounced gently as she oscillated her wrist and arm and I pulsed gently in her hand. My balls tensed upwards as they prepared to let her have my seed. She sensed the impending eruption but I placed my hand momentarily on her head as a positive signal. The hand holding the goblet came smoothly round and placed the rim under the head of my penis. At the same time she changed her grip so that only her fingertips were massaging me. It was sufficient, however especially in my excited state, as I felt the familiar feeling peaking throughout my loins. The fiery palpation coursed up the turgid shaft and cascaded from the opening at the crown of the bulbous head. Thick, voluminous jets fountained out splashing into the chalice and mixing with the glutinous blend already present. For untold seconds I stood and ejaculated by her hand and in full view of the others before the stream stopped and her chalice was filled.

As she took her hand away from my penis I draped my robe around it as it drooped. The girl held the chalice high for a moment then took it to the altar and placed it in front of the Grand Master. Without touching it he chanted a series of Latin incantations over it after which the girl took it again in both hands. Then, without batting an eyelid she put it to her lips and drained it down her throat. A chant of "Shonsal, Shonsal." welled from the floor as she handed the empty chalice to the Grand Master.

"Welcome, Sister Calli." he handed her a green band for her hair, "With this band you have now joined the path of mysteries. The First Secrets will now be revealed to you as will your path of enlightenment and elevation. Learn well and honour your fellows for the path is hard even unto the Second Secrets. Fear not that you will be alone for we of the High Table shall be your guides and mentors. Brother Cariopsis shall be your tutor unto the Second Secrets." He turned to the assembly. "Let it be known that Calli is a Sister of the First Secrets, take her to you, eat, drink and celebrate and welcome her to our family. SHONSAL!"

A huge cry from the congregation reverberated around the chamber as Calli left the sacred area. I followed the others into the vestibule where the Grand Master cornered me once more.
"How do you like it so far?" he asked with a wide grin on his face and in passably good English."
"Well, I can't say that it wasn't pleasant." I commented, "Unusual but pleasant."
"I can promise much more than that if you join us." he said, "You would be surprised what our flock can offer."
"I'm sure it isn't as simple as that." I queried, "After all, why should I not start at the bottom?"
"Don't be stupid;" he retorted sharply, "you are intelligent, they are proles who cannot think beyond tomorrow. They believe that this is a way of religious enlightenment and material gain. They think that we can help them because we are influential. This is true and we do, if only to perpetuate the illusion. They are young and impressionable and will do anything to curry our favours. We, on the other hand, are the intelligentsia who know a good thing when we see it. Without effort we can have any of those girls, or boys if that is your penchance, at any time and in any way we like. You can see that, why be like them?"
"True;" I said, "but that doesn't fully answer my question."