Karma

I awoke in what seemed to be a voluminous cavern, lit only by a flicker of light, the source of which I could not determine with any certainty. There was something familiar about the place, but the memory seemed just of out reach. Intellectually, I knew I should have panicked. How did I get here? Was it through my own carelessness, or had I been abducted for some unfathomable reason? Instead I was filled with a kind of apathy. There was concern to be sure, but no more so than if I’d lost my keys momentarily on the way out the door. I felt as though it were all perfectly natural somehow, which to be honest troubled me most of all. 
 

I became aware that I was lying on the floor and rose up a little. My clothing had been removed, and was instantly grateful for the smoothness of the rock beneath. When I shifted a bit to see if I could discern the source of the dim, flickering beam, I felt the hardness of my cock against a warm thigh, my own. I reached down to inspect things and discovered I was quite turgid, balls heavy with semen beneath. I must have experienced a few interesting dreams forgotten in my waking moments.

Suddenly the place grew dramatically lighter, although it retained its gloomy character.  I became aware of a female form standing on a small rise just a little distance from where I sat, apparently gazing down at me with the most unforgiving expression. “Come here,” she commanded, the sudden advent of her voice frightening me a little. It rang hollow and sounded as if it were accompanied by an unsettling lower harmonic, almost out of the range of human ears.

Amazingly I found myself obeying her without question, making my way towards her as quickly as I could, cowering somewhat as I drew near. “Kneel,” she ordered, her voice resonating as before. I heeded her command obediently, kneeling at her pale feet. She was utterly nude, devoid of any ornamentation, her skin a flawless alabaster. By contrast her hair was a perfect black, flowing in soft waves down to her ample rear. I don’t think she could have been very tall, although something about my environment made everything seem a trifle askew. Her breasts were full and pert, and might have taken as large as a D cup. Her hips were wide, and one of densest thickets of dark pubic hair I’d ever seen was nestled between her legs. Her face spoke of dark beauty. Impossibly pale and nearly perfectly proportioned, it radiated a death-like calm with eyebrows flared up at each temple’s corner. I glanced into her eyes briefly, but was overcome by such hollowness that I was forced to look away.

“Touch yourself,” she demanded, and I readily complied, taking my cock by its root and stroking the shaft. “You desire me,” she stated, staring off at some far wall of rock. “Oh, yes,” I pleaded, “so much!” I made the mistake of grasping one of her sweet ankles, only to find my hand back on the rock supporting my weight as if I’d never moved at all. “You cannot possess me,” she declared flatly. “You may only….look,” she said, words drawn out long and empty as the interior of the cavern. At that she spread her legs just a little and parted the very pink lips of sex apart so that I could catch a glimpse of the shimmering satiny interior. I was stroking my dick furiously now, and wished I could taste her more than anything else. She began to stroke her erect clit ever so delicately with a graceful slender finger in response to my quickened pace, making sure the lower lips remained parted with her free hand. “Watch,” she commanded, her voice strained somewhat by arousal.

I felt an impending orgasm welling up from within me, I was so grateful I’d  have relief, it felt as though it’d been ages since I’d cum. My penis flared large, jerked and dripped a few drops of precum but then simply throbbed. I stroked away like a madman, memorized by her pussy, desperately trying to achieve satisfaction, but it was all in vain. My cock simply grew a little larger and throbbed maddeningly between my legs, my balls aching with need I’d never known.

I cried out in anguish, demanding to know what kind of hell I’d been cast into. “There is no release for you,” she responded as coldly as before, standing as static as any statue once again. “Where the fuck am I?!” I demanded of her, pounding the smooth rock below with my fist. “All is Hades,” came the harrowing reply. “I’m in hell?” I shot back, laughing a little, my mouth curled sarcastically at the corners. “This is the Underworld,” she replied. “All is Hades,” she repeated. “What the fuck does that mean??” I answered incredulously. “All is Hades, the walls, the floor, the ceiling, AS AM I,” her last three words were uttered in a decidedly inhuman register, the lower harmonic dominant for the moment. Her eyes met mine fully for the first time as the last word escaped her dark lips, and I found myself staring into darkness unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I felt swallowed by it, surrounded by its negation, and it was indeed utterly nothing; death. I scrambled back in terror, and despite my intense erection, managed to urinate a little in the process.

As I fretfully pushed back from my tormentress, I suddenly brushed up against warm flesh. I screamed, terrified at the thought of what I might be behind me in this place. Instantly I spun around, my hands drawn into tight fists, ready to pummel whatever demon was waiting for me. Instead I beheld the sight of a young woman directly at my side, covered in sweat, her stomach heaved and fell as though she’d just run across the length of the cave. I realized she was masturbating furiously, and remembered the hard dick between my legs, the bloated sac hanging low behind it.

She had long flowing red hair, and looked as pale as the demoness behind me, whom I felt completely unconcerned with at the moment, even though a small voice from some distant shore reminded me it should have been a priority. The girl couldn’t have been more than sixteen or so, and the longer I stared at her beautiful face and body, the more I realized there was something intimately familiar about this creature. “Janice?” I asked, dumfounded, and little sad my first sexual partner was in Hades alongside me. Janice had been my first, I thought, my former life was difficult to imagine now, all such a jumble, so out of focus. Only this cavern seemed real now, so vivid there was room for little else. “Fuck me, Theo!” was the only reply. “Fuck me hard like before! God, I’m so hottt!” she hissed, rubbing her cunt even faster.

Her scent was delicious; I could smell her flesh, her moist cunt. The urge to come inside her was intense, a kind of agony centered in my balls. I wasted no time in mounting her, grabbing her wide hips and pulling her sex toward my own. “Oh, please Theo, put it in, oh God!” she begged, spreading herself wide, rubbing her little clit so quickly her fingers seemed to blur about it. When my dickhead brushed against her lips I thought she might buck me off her, her hips thrusting up to meet my organ so violently. In one long stroke her pussy swallowed me whole and I was soon fucking her at a pace I hadn’t matched since high school.

Her vagina was far more stimulating than I was prepared for. The combined sensations of our coupling began to overwhelm me; the feel of her pussy, her scent, the heat. I was certain I would ejaculate, but once again my organ simply grew a little larger and ached.

“Couple,” commanded the dark angel from behind, goading me in the ass with her fingers. Again I was compelled to obey and began pumping slowly, attempting to minimize my agony. Janice writhed beneath me, nearly squeezing the life out of my poor cock with her young muscles. “Oh, God Theo! Fuck me faster, just like in the gym! It’s so bad, I feel like I’m gonna die if you don’t fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Janice shrieked. “Fuck her Theo,” commanded the angel, goading me once again.

I felt as though life itself were being sucked out of me into that incomprehensible abyss I glimpsed in the demoness’ eyes. I tried to fuck poor Janice as fast as I could, but a few more seconds of her cunt and I was sure to go mad. Near my left hand I spied a sharp flake of limestone, and as unthinkable as it might have been, I knew what must be done. Using whatever strength was left me, I forced myself to withdraw from her, flake in hand, and in one horrible blow, savagely severed my erection. Blood sprayed everywhere and Janice shrieked beneath me as my severed organ landed on her smooth belly. Just as quickly as I’d struck it off however, my cock sprouted once again from crotch, hard as ever and dripping with semen. My severed organ appeared to dissolve into Janice’s beautiful belly along with the blood, leaving no trace behind.

I collapsed atop her in tears. “You cannot relieve yourself, you can only satisfy,” the dark angel stated flatly. Looking up I beheld a line of young women stretching across the cavern out of sight. “Satisfy,” came the command. I fell into an ebony despair so wretched I was sure I was dying a second death.

Suddenly I was bathed in brightest of light. My eyes stung from the sudden change and felt truly terrible. The inside of my mouth was far too dry and coated with the most terrible taste. All manner of noise and clatter was going on around me, only a small beeping stood out from the rest. “He’s stable,” declared an authoritative male voice. “No sign of arrhythmia,” a woman answered.

I was in hospital! A flood of memory and sensation overtook me. As terrible as I felt, it was never as awful as the best moments in the cavern. I felt hope and became aware of good things in the world once again.

For a moment my mind wondered back to Janice. I could remember her now, her parents, and our school. I could even recall my own name. I remembered seducing her, possessing her utterly in one of the gym’s storage rooms. The sex was otherworldly, characterized by that ephemeral excellence seldom achieved once one passes the age of thirty.

She had pleaded with me to use a condom, but I would have none of it. Nothing was going to dull my first experience of intercourse. Suddenly the taste in my mouth grew very bitter indeed. Had I ever been so despicable? I remembered sitting in my wreck of an automobile in the rain outside the abortion clinic some months later, wipers scraping back and forth across a windshield made dim by years of abrasion. The look on her pale face as she walked so slowly down its steps, reminiscent of the….dark angel. I suppressed it all in an instant, no more of that.

I must have drifted off for some time after that, for when I awoke again the golden rays of the sun shone upon my chest, and I rejoiced in the life that was given me. I felt I wasn’t alone, and looking over next to me I saw my wife Deborah. Tears filled her eyes as she gazed upon me with affection I’d seldom known. A little behind her were our two daughters, Elisabeth and Alma, wiping away tears of their own.

My homecoming was the height of sentimentality. Cake and relatives abounded, hugs, cards and flowers were thrust upon me by the even the most remote of associates. My oldest daughter seemed to have grown into my side as she seldom left it over the next few days.

My basic nature remained unchanged. Through it all, the return from death, life renewed, the love and joy of family, what I longed for most was to be intimate with Deborah once again. It had been so long, I had been so weak, but I felt infused with a new vigor now that I had cheated death. There was something more however, no doubt about it, something lingering from the cavern, the need. My balls felt heavy in my trousers, I longed to get Deborah alone, hoping my chance would come tonight.

My eldest, Elisabeth continued to fawn over me through the rest of the day, kissing and caressing my cheek, attending to my every need save the most urgent. She reminded me so of my own sister and Deborah when we were much younger. I began to daydream about tasting her young pussy and fucking her from behind right there with her mother watching, perhaps I’d even let her watch me fuck her mother if I had enough spunk left in me when I was done with her. As Elisabeth gently brushed my hair I felt her press against me and I savoured the feeling of her body against my own. Then it struck me once again…..was I really this degenerate?

A vivid memory surfaced without warning, similar to the experience I’d had in hospital a few days before. It was shortly after I’d taken Janice in the gym, I was at home, my childhood home. I saw the old oriental carpet in the living room, the oak furniture of the kitchen. Little cries were coming from somewhere, one of the bedrooms I thought. Slowly I made my way towards the back of the house, the cries growing louder all along. I stood fixed at threshold of my sister’s bedroom. She lay there oblivious to my presence masturbating as furiously as Janice had in the cavern. Suddenly she took notice of me and slipped down onto the floor behind the bed, blushing profusely. “Get out!” she screamed, but I’m having none of that. I told her if she didn’t suck me right then and do a good job of it, I’d tell our father of her liaisons with the Cooper boy from the dreaded public school on the other side of town. After some more hysterics she eventually capitulated and proceeded to give me the first of many fine blowjobs to come.

She wasn’t as good as Janice, but she was a wonderful lay in her own right, and surely just as beautiful as Janice. Besides, there was something very exciting about fucking my own sister, the profanity of it all, a unique experience if there ever was one.

I continued sleeping with her until she left home for college at nineteen. She never forgave me for blackmailing her into an incestuous relationship, but after she left home I really didn’t have to deal with it on any meaningful level. About three years later she married and was pregnant soon after, she was her husband’s problem then, and good luck to him!

I came out of my daydream with some discomfort, once again disgusted by own behavior. I wondered how I could have changed so much over the years, and then realized I’d just enjoyed the feel of my daughter’s body moments before. Not so different after all.

At long last the sun set and I went about making my intentions clear to Deborah. It didn’t take much to convey my desires as she knew me all too well, and it wasn’t long before she was shuffling the kids out the door and securing the blinds for a bit of fun.

I relaxed on our king size bed, listening to her muck about in the bathroom, perfecting herself for our coupling. Moments later she emerged from within her porcelain palace wearing only a skimpy negligee and what I guessed was about a quarter of a bottle of perfume. Having stripped to nothing, my approval was evidenced by a swollen erection, already drooling precum.

She stripped slow and sexy for me, teasing me all the while until pausing briefly to approach the bed and spread her pussy wide for me. “Is this what you need?” she teased once again. “Yesss maam!” I growled in reply. I stroked my cock in a slow deliberate rhythm, inhaling her musky feminine scent, her pussy mere inches from my nose.

“I think we better go cowgirl for now….” She began, trailing off as though she were afraid I wouldn’t go along with the idea and end up lifeless atop her. I rolled my eyes. “You know what I’ve been waiting for!” I replied grinning widely. “Don’t make me wait another month,” I pleaded. “I promise not to die tonight,” I taunted. “Well, not until after I come anyway!” Deb swore and punched me in the shoulder for the last comment. She hesitated for a moment, but decided to risk it and climbed over me. Once on the other side she lay on her back, legs spread wide, exposing her delicious blonde bush and the moist pink lips at its center. “Give me everything in those big balls,” she encouraged as I mounted her.

I peered lovingly into Deborah’s blue eyes as I entered her, the hot pink folds of her sweet pussy enveloping my thick penis. “Jeez, I think those clear tubes have let it get even bigger!” she purred as I sunk into her fully. I responded only with a rakish laugh and began to slowly stroke her velvet walls with my frustrated rod until I was about to cum within her.

“Ohhh Deb, I gonna cum!” I announced eyes shut tight, feeling semen rise rapidly up my shaft. Strangely all was deathly quiet, a breeze rushed overhead and I wondered why Deb had forgotten to secure the windows. I decided to ignore it for the moment and enjoy the look on Deborah’s face as I filled her with my essence. “Relief is denied you,” came a sickeningly familiar voice from beneath me. My eyes flew open to find I was lying atop the dark angel, my dick deep inside her. “Satisfy me,” she commanded without feeling or expression. I cried out in despair, looking all around for any sign of hope, but found none. I was in the cavern once more, the line of women stretching out of sight. “Satisfy all of us,” came the hollow voice again.

Epilogue

Theo Franks died twenty-ninth of May, 2005 during bypass surgery. A truly tragic death, Mr. Franks’ family was informed all was well after he was successfully revived from a clinical death lasting nearly four minutes only to learn a short time later he succumbed once again mere minutes after revival to cardiac arrest at 11:05 PM PDT.   

As per instructions in his will, Mr. Franks’ remains were interred in one of the limestone caverns on his family’s estate where he spent so many happy hours exploring as a youth. He was 57.