CULT

Melissa DuVant

Copyright © Melissa DuVant

 

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter One: Staying Late, Darkness Rises

Chapter Two: Initiation Begins

Chapter Three: Flight into Darkness

Chapter Four: Proof of Worth

Chapter Five: Lord of Darkness and Light

About the Author and Artist

 

Acknowledgements

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Chapter One: Staying Late, Darkness Rises

'Damn, I can see why the boys keep staring at you!' Mary groped at Amelia's breasts before her hands were swatted away. 'And such fancy lingerie!'

'Hey, just because you don't dress up.' Amelia gestured at Mary's plain sports bra and white cotton panties.

'We both reek of chlorine from all that swimming, don't see the point in getting all fancied up. There's not going to be anyone else around this time of night. Unless you want to seduce a ghost. Janet says she saw one, you know, when she was practicing last week.'

Amelia shivered. 'Don't! You know I don't like spooky things.'

'Heh, you're cute when you're scared. Can see why all the boys are wanting to tap that tight little butt of yours.' She reached out and hooked a finger into the waistband of Amelia's panties and tugged on the patterned lace as Amelia stepped back. There was a rip, the skimpy material tearing and falling down.

'Goddamit! Great, now I'm walking back to the college dorms commando. Thanks - some swim-team captain you are.'

Mary shrugged. 'Maybe it'll make you walk faster! This place is a bit spooky at night, not gonna lie. That skirt of yours is pretty damn short, have to be careful not to show off the goodies to any ghosties or ghoulies.'

She was getting dressed herself, her wet swimsuit bagged up along with her towel, pulling on tight denim shorts and a crop top, before pulling thigh-high socks on, then her trainers. 'Come on, let's go. Before the lights shut off and we have to find our way out in pitch darkness.'

'Give me a sec, I need to look good.'

Mary rolled her eyes as Amelia tossed the torn panties into the trash, before pulling on a short, pleated skirt that came to mid-thigh, along with a short-sleeved blouse, the material clinging to her still slightly wet body, the black of her bra showing through. Then she shook her head, long brown hair flicking to the side before she snapped a band around it, sealing it into a high ponytail. She applied lipstick, pursing her lips to make them a bright red, as Mary picked up the bag of towels and swimsuits.

'Are you finally ready? I'm impressed you can manage in those things.'

Amelia slid her feet into strappy heels, boosting her height up further. 'Hey, I like to look good. And I'm sure if any ghosts do appear, you'll protect me.' She stepped forward, tall enough in her heels to look down on Mary. 'After all, you're the captain, you should be willing to take one for the team! Especially when you're the reason I have no panties on.'

'Sounds like a "you" problem, not a "me" problem.'

Mary went to the changing room door and pushed it open. 'C'mon. It looked cloudy earlier, I hope it doesn't...'

Thunder rumbled, shaking the air and making Amelia jump, grabbing tightly onto Mary with a nervous squeak, breasts squashing against her.

'C'mon then, scaredy cat! Before the ghosts and ghoulies get us both.'

Outside the changing room, the lights were already off, a barely-visible hallway of abyssal darkness leading away. Mary pressed her hand against the wall, her other hand taking Amelia's as she tried to lead the way. It was hard work going navigating in the utter darkness, the only light that from the emergency exit signs. She tried one, but it just rattled at her without opening - was that even legal?

'We'll have to go through the gym, all the way to the main entrance.'

Thunder rumbled again, the only other sound that of Amelia's heels clicking on the floor as she pressed herself closely against Mary. Mary leaned in and kissed her on the neck, tasting the chlorine on her skin, licking the sensitive flesh.

Amelia drew back but didn't let go of Mary's hand. 'I've told you before! I'm not into girls.'

'Hey, can't blame me for trying! I could push you up against the wall, have my wicked and depraved way with you, here and now.' She gripped Mary's hand herself, using her other hand to reach around and grope at Amelia's backside, feeling the taut and honed buttocks. 'Mmm, bet you'd be a good lay!'

'Not now!' Thunder rumbled again, making Amelia squeak in fear. 'Can we get out of here? Please?' She twisted her hips to shake off Mary's hand, before starting to pull on her hand.

'Fine, fine, play hard to get, you little tease! But yeah, be glad to get out of here. This way.'

She led the way down the pitch-black hallway, slowly feeling with her feet, hoping there wouldn't be any obstructions left in the way, until they reached the main gym.

It was a large and cavernous space, able to host all sorts of different sports and events. And, at the moment, vast and entirely unlit. Mary pulled Amelia forward with her, glad of the company - not that she would admit it but being all alone in the darkness here would be bloody creepy!

She took a step forward, then yelped when her foot touched something soft and squishy. Amelia gave a fearful squeak, making another when Mary let her hand go and slowly knelt to pick the thing up - countless plastic-y strands around an internal core - a cheerleader's pom-pom, dumped onto the floor and never picked up! She tossed it at a slightly darker patch of blackness that she thought was Amelia.

The resulting scream made her shudder and stick her finger in her ears until it had died away, the sound lingering in the air for far longer than it should have. Amelia stumbled forward and grabbed at Mary, squeezing her tightly, their bodies pressed together, so tight that Mary could feel her heart pounding, sweat starting to slick her friend's body.

'It was just a pom-pom! Sorry, shouldn't have done that. But Jesus Christ, you're loud.'

Amelia buried her face against Mary's shoulder. 'I really don't like scary things! Don't do that!'

Mary hugged her back - it would have been nice to cop a feel, but it didn't really seem a good time. But it was still nice having the slender, pretty woman pressed tightly against her, heart racing. Maybe she would be more amenable to a quick tumble later now? 'Sorry, I won't. Once we get out of here, then it's not far to the main entrance, and that shouldn't be locked. I think it's this way.'

Navigating in the darkness was hard, with nothing to get any sort of placement from, but having Amelia's hand in her own gave Mary some courage. It still came as a shock when her questing hand encountered something solid - the wooden bleachers! That meant, if she could just follow them around, then they must be near the door.

In other circumstances, having Amelia pressed so close against her would have been kind of hot, and she definitely would have taken advantage to grope and play with Amelia's body - tall and lean, toned from all their swimming exercises, with breasts that just invited squeezing and caressing! It was unfair that she was so boring and straight, not even willing to experiment. Well, maybe tonight, when she was so frightened, would be a good chance to broaden her experiences a bit? She was already commando - thoughts of that bare pussy, sweet and shaved, made Mary bite her lip in horny frustration, feeling herself slick slightly.

The curved handle of the double-doors slid into her hand and she pushed forward, the door rattling. 'Come on!' Was it even possible to lock it? I had never been locked before!

'Try pulling?'

Mary shifted her group and pulled backwards, the door smoothly opening, as she let out a sigh of relief. Not that there was anything she could see! She pulled Amelia forward, feeling the way with her hand. It should be a short walk down the wide hallway, and then they would be outside. Another rumble of thunder echoed weirdly, sounding strangely flat. Walking back in the rain would be shit, but a drenched Amelia could be kind of hot. And if she was cold, and needed a warming hug, and maybe a few drinks... Well, that could go pleasurable places as well!

She had only taken a few steps forward when her hand touched against cold, hard metal, some kind of smooth panel or plate. It felt like construction material, the sort of thing used to seal doors of derelict buildings. Amelia walked into her, as metal scraped behind them, something thudding against the floor. She rapped her knuckle against the smooth metal plate, before turning to the side and feeling more of the same there. When she tried to turn around and move backwards, there was another panel there, sealing them in.

'Hey! Who's there? Let us out!' She knocked her fist against the walls again, the sound echoing around and hurting her ears.

'Mary, what's... what's going on?' Amelia tried striking the metal herself. 'What is this?'

'I don't know, this must be a prank or something?'

Mary felt above herself - there was a metal roof, low enough that she couldn't even fully extend her arms. There was no sign of any openings, and when she stamped her feet, it was clear that it was metal beneath them as well - they were completely sealed in.

'Very funny, guys! Let us out now. Please?'

The box started to move, sending the two of them colliding into each other, Amelia hugging her tightly.

'Hey! Let us out!' Amelia struck the metal again, the sound making Mary's ears hurt, as another rumble of thunder shook the air. Who was pulling it, and where to? There was a metallic screech, and a flashlight shone into their eyes, blinding them before Mary felt something rubbery and squidgy fall against her face. It dropped to the floor, as metal scraped again and the light blinked out. The box shifted, making them wobble as it was pushed.

The thrumming of a vehicle engine could be heard, and then the box tilted slightly - they must be going up a slight slope, then they levelled off, the box now vibrating. Were they being loaded into a van? What was happening? Mary struck the wall again, achieving nothing but hurting her fist, before picking up whatever had been tossed in.

It felt slick and rubbery, a thing of thin latex, cold and flexible. From the shape... it was a hood, with a collar and lock on the neck-piece. It had a mouth-hole, but nothing for the eyes.

As she felt at it, air started to circulate inside the box, fiercely hot, pumped in from above, another motor running. It was making her start to sweat, her skin beading and prickling. 'Hey! What the fuck? This isn't funny! Trey, if this is you, you better let us go!'

There was no response, the air just getting hotter and hotter. Amelia pressed against her, body now slippery with sweat, head resting against Mary's shoulder. 'What is this? What are these things?' There was a snapping noise as she stretched out the hood and let it revert back into shape.

'It's a hood... But there's no eye-holes.'

'THE ASPIRANTS SHALL ENDURE. ONLY THE BLIND SHALL BE GRANTED RELIEF.'

The voice was loud and booming, echoing around the tiny space, making Mary grab tightly onto Amelia, until the booming echoes died away. What the hell was this? Some hazing thing? She slammed her fists against the walls again, feeling the vibrations through the box - they were being driven somewhere. But the air was getting hotter and hotter, feeling like it was siphoning the fluid from her body, as she tried to pant to cool herself, Amelia's sticky, sweaty body clinging to her own.

'I... I think we have to put the hoods on? Otherwise the air's going to get hotter and hotter.'

Tears were starting to trickle down Amelia's face, her makeup running down from her eyes as Mary raised the hood, feeling around for the mouth-hole. 'Do... do we have to...?'

'Don't think there's much choice. When I get my hands on whoever thought this was a good idea, I'm going to tear them a new one!' She gave Amelia a kiss on the lips, tasting the salt of her sweat, still mixed with the tang of pool-chlorine. 'Shhh, don't worry.' Before Amelia could protest, she slid the hood down over her head, feeling the sweat slip and slide under the clinging material.

'Please, I don't... I don't like this.'

Mary kissed her again, longer this time, savoring the taste and feel, before clicking the padlock shut, sealing the hood-mask in place.

'Don't worry, I won't leave you.' She hugged her friend tightly, their tongues sliding together before she withdrew. The box was still getting hotter and hotter, and she could feel her head swimming. It wouldn't be long until she passed out anyway! She lifted the other hood, flinching at the slippery, squidgy feel of it, the thicker padding around the neckpiece, a metal ring that would sit over her throat, another on the top of her head. Before her fear could overwhelm her, she pulled it on, the thing adhering to her face, glad that the sweat served to help it slide into place. It pressed against her eyes, robbing her of sight even if there was any light.

Amelia embraced her, clothing sweaty, body sticky and hot, Mary hugging her back. They kissed again, Amelia shifting around, her legs spreading, Mary suddenly acutely aware of Amelia's naked slit rubbing against her calf. She was starting to feel delirious, as she ground herself against Amelia.

The gushing, burning air stopped, to be replaced by something with a sickly-sweet scent. She tried holding her breath, but when sparks started to dance in her vision, she gulped in a deep breath. Darkness, harsh and hot, surged over her. Amelia succumbed first, falling backwards, the metal clanging as her head struck it. It was only a few breaths later and Mary felt herself falling into the deep and sickly darkness herself, the ache from her head as it struck the wall something she barely felt.

Chapter Two: Initiation Begins

The unconsciousness didn't seem to last long, more of a long, hazy breath before Mary felt cooler air, sweet and pure, wash into the box. Some of the grogginess started to fade, as hands grabbed her wrists, pulling them together behind her back. She wasn't yet in command of herself, unable to move her body to try and fight back, unable to do more than slightly tense herself, not even able to raise a protest. The hands felt soft and smooth, and then someone grabbed her head. Fingers pushed into her mouth, fondling her tongue for a moment before withdrawing.

Then strong hands grabbed her beneath the arms, more grabbing her ankles, and she was pulled up and carried. She still couldn't move her body, but could sense she was outside, and hear a fire, loud and fierce, firewood cracking and popping. There were the sounds of movement, of other people walking about, although no words were exchanged. If this was some dumbass fraternity hazing, then someone was going to be force-fed their own bollocks! Although she wouldn't object to being "forced" to engage in some sexy activities with Amelia, as long as her face was covered so it couldn't be recorded. She was dropped to the ground, none-too-gently, feeling bare dirt beneath herself, grit and mud sticking to her sweaty skin.

Some sense of motion was starting to return, a force pulling from the ring on the top of her head and dragging her along the ground. She just barely had the strength to pull herself onto all fours, crawling along the dirty and uneven ground, feeling twigs and leaves brushing against her legs. She tried to speak but couldn't manage more than a vague and pathetic mewling, although she could sense the fire, getting closer, the heat fierce, making her sweat even more.

'THE ASPIRANTS WILL APPROACH WITH HUMILITY'

The voice was so loud Mary couldn't even tell what direction it was coming, the command rattling through her skull. She crawled forward, her head still being pulled, hearing lusty and fervent groans, the sounds of fucking. Goddam lousy fratboy fuckers! She tried to stand up, but her legs didn't entirely obey, and she stumbled, falling to the ground before she was able to pick herself up. She could feel grit falling from her belly as she moved again, still getting dragged forward, the heat getting stronger against her body. She managed to raise a hand, feeling a chain connected to the top of her head, a clunky padlock sealing it in place.

Then the angle of the force changed, pulling her upwards. She stumbled, hands grabbing her and jerking her to her feet. She was able to move her arms more forcefully now, and tried to fend them off, but her wrists were grabbed and held apart. Leather cuffs wrapped around her wrists as she tried to struggle free, but whoever was grabbing her was too strong. Her hands brushed against a person, feeling the fabric of their clothing - something rough, like sacking, before she was released. Her arms were now stretched wide, enough force being applied that she couldn't pull them back in, the chain on her head making her stand straight up. There was a rusty-sounding clank, and she was pulled higher up, now forced to stand on her tip-toes, legs stretched and taut.