Promise Pt. 05
Promise part 5 (Friday)
"You have been chosen. We await you and your witnesses. 13 Via Emilia-Barbieri. Tonight. Midnight."
"The fuck is this?" Says Sara, the crimson letter in her hand.
"I don't know, it was slipped under the front door and was addressed to you."
Sara turns the letter over, nothing on the back and looks at the simple black envelope. There is only her name in beautiful red calligraphy on the front. She's about to throw it out when Luca grabs her hand.
"Wait! Aren't you curious? A mysterious letter. A mysterious invitation. It's quite exciting." Sara just looks at him for a moment.
"You're actually thinking of going? You WANT to be killed by a bunch of psychos?"
"I think we should at least see what it's about. It's probably just a big party or something. And Lev and I will be there. There's nothing to worry about. What else were we going to do tonight anyway? It's Friday! C'mon, buddy, back me up!"
I'm suddenly pulled into the conversation and stammer "Uh, yeah, I guess?"
Sara sighs. "Okay, but if I die, I'm coming back to haunt you."
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Luca lent me a magnificent dark suit and I feel quite handsome as I exit the guest bedroom but stop immediately in my tracks as Sarah exits her room before me. She's wearing a midnight blue skirt that stops halfway up her thighs, showing off her magnificent smooth legs in cute little midnight blue and gold heeled boots. A "tailleur" of the same color, closed by a brown belt with a black buckle, exposes her cleavage from her neck to her stomach as she appears to have nothing underneath. Her hair is down and lightly curled as it cascades down one shoulder. A delicate gold necklace around her neck and matching earrings complete the look. Luca is behind her in a nice dark fitting suit as well and he takes Sara's hand above her hand to twirl her around once, her hair billowing around her gracefully. Sara smiles at us radiantly. As much as she seemed against the idea, she does seem excited for a night out.
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"This... is it? Are you sure?"
We're in the car, parked on a small street as we crane our heads out the window. A small sign reading 'Via Emilia-Barbieri' is nailed to a wall at the entrance of a small, dark vicolo that slants down out of view.
"I think so...."
We get out of the car and look around. The street is deserted as we start down the alley under the yellow light of a street lamp. The alley narrows and we approach some stone steps that we descend, arriving in a slightly larger part of the alley. There are some discarded metal café tables and chairs strewn about and a metal-laticed door on our left. Luca points above the door where two wooden numbers are nailed to the stucco wall. 13. We hear a sudden loud shriek as we all jump and turn in terror. A black cat runs across the tables as it disappears into the night. Luca laughs
"Porco cane! We're way too uptight, It's just an underground party. Come on!"
He approaches the door and, after hesitating for a second, knocks loudly against the metal framework.
The door immediately opens as if pushed inwards, creaking slowly as it yawns. We stay where we are, staring into the dark interior until Luca shouts "Hello? Anyone there!?"
As only answer, we hear the hushed sound of cloth gliding against the ground. A multitude of cloaked figures appears behind us walking rapidly in our direction. We don't have time to move before the figures surround us tightly as they keep walking, bearing us along like twigs in the current, carrying us into the dark abode. We get pushed, pulled and swept along a long corridor. Faded red wallpaper is peeling down the walls and antique wall candle holders create sparse light above us. I can't see any faces under the dark hoods in this penumbra and I feel myself getting separated from my companions in the tumult. I try to grab on to Sara or Luca but only get handfuls of robes that easily slip from my fingers. The corridor stops where it separates into two facing passages. I feel myself being pushed to the left as I see a final flash of Sara's hair amidst the crowd heading right.
I can see a series of closed doors on my left as candles still hang from the right wall. I suddenly get pushed into one of these rooms and the door closes behind me. I am completely alone and the sudden absence of movement is disorienting.
A match is struck across the room creating the only light in this abject darkness. I can see the hands and naked arms holding the spark as it approaches and lights a candle. A second match is lit from the other side of the room and another, as candles start lighting up the room. In the candle light I see to whom those long naked arms belong as three beautiful naked women stand before me, looking straight at me. I just stand bewildered as they approach, first only circling around me as they look me up and down. A hand is felt on my neck and another on my chest as the women continue circling me. I suddenly feel a tug on my clothes and soon, six hands are upon me, removing my vest and shirt, belt and pants in a strange, mesmerizing dance. Once their work is done and I find myself naked, two women stay at my side as the third goes to the corner and comes back pulling a round wooden receptacle filled with water. I can see flowers and citrus floating in the basin as the women start plunging their hands into it and bringing them to my body, covering me with the sweet smelling water. I'm way too shocked and, honestly, aroused, to go against their wishes and I just wait for them to finish.
As the water drips from my body in the candlelight, I feel the women raise my arms and a dark robe is placed over me, the hood brought low upon my brow. Delicate fingers grab my hands as the women pull me into the dark corner of the room before opening a small door there. I can see stairs going down, illuminated by candles on the walls as it spirals out of view. The women stand behind me and look down into the corridor. I take one step and a second as my bare feet feel the old steps under me. I turn just in time to see the girls close the door behind me and hear a loud click as the door is bolted shut. Only one way to go now and I continue down the steps for what seems a terribly long time, thinking of my companions and hoping for their safety.
The stairs end on a tiny wooden door that I need to bend down to enter. As I lift myself up on the other side, I find myself in a large round room, the walls and high ceiling made of dark stone, the place illuminated with hundreds of black candles. All around the room stand multitudes of hooded figures turned towards the center. In the middle, a wide circle of stone seats where more hooded figures sit. Their robes open around their spread legs as I see they are naked under the cloth.
I finally notice it, in the middle of the room, on a low wooden table lies Sara, on her back, naked. I immediately make a forward movement, instinctively wanting to save her from whatever the fuck is happening here! Strong hands grab my arms and hold me in place as I hear a woman's voice in my ear
"She's okay, she's not hurt. She was chosen."
I try to push forward again but I am gripped tighter as even more hands immobilize me. I decide to wait a bit and see what happens, try to find an opening later to save her if necessary. As soon as I relax my body, the hands let me go as if never there.
A robed figure stands near Sara's head, holding a crimson candle in front of her. This one has her hood down and I can see a redheaded woman, her eyes towards the ceiling as her lips move quickly but without a sound. Her gaze falls to Sara still lying on the table and she tips the candle, letting hot wax fall on Sara's chest. Sara squirms on the table under the sudden pain. Seeing her move reassures me slightly. As the figure starts walking around the table, she periodically tips the candle, letting hot wax fall on Sara each time; her wrists, her thighs, her feet, her nipples, her clit... Sara squirms a little on each drop. I notice Sara is not bound or gagged and could easily get off the table or cry for help if she wanted. This puts my mind at ease a bit through the confusion.
I can't be sure if they are the same as earlier but three naked girls approach the table from out of the crowd. They start touching Sara as they circle the table, their fingers gently caressing her body before stopping and bending down to delicately kiss her. They squat and pick something up from under the table before coming back up. I can see they are carrying crimson ropes as they start touching Sara again, this time manipulating her body. First bringing her to sit and then on her knees, then moving her arms above her head and behind her, tying them in position there. The women start tying Sara's thighs and legs as she looks around the room. I see no fear in her eyes as they pass over me without recognizing me. Just another anonymous robed figure in the crowd. Is Luca here somewhere as well? Watching Sara as I am?
Sara is kneeling on the table now, her legs spread and her thighs to her calves, her arms behind her with her elbows above her head when she lifts from the table in a sudden levitation act. I can barely see the ropes above her reach the high ceiling, but I follow them to the other side of the room where two robed figures are pulling the other end, keeping Sara suspended above the table.
The three women finish tying Sara by bringing her knees closer to her chest before removing the table from the circle of sitting figures around a mesmerizingly floating and bound Sara, little splashes of red hardened wax adorning her body. The redheaded woman disappears into the crowd for a moment and comes back with what looks like a small black Christmas tree. She places it on the ground underneath Sara. It is composed of three consecutive cones, each about 4 1/2 inches at the widest. The top one longer than the other two. The whole apparatus is almost 2 feet tall. Almost immediately, the three girls come to kneel around it and start applying a thick slippery substance to it that I can only guess is some kind of lubricant. The girls soon remove themselves and the object glistens in the candlelight as Sara starts being very slowly lowered, gently turning on herself. The redheaded woman holds her as she approaches the black object underneath her, keeping her from spinning as her anus comes into contact with the toy's tip.
Sara is looking at the object under her as she continues her descent, her weight making her impale herself on the black toy as she feels the lubricant stretch her easily, the first inch of the toy sliding inside her. Even the tip is big and Sara is already being stretched as her weight keeps coming down on it. She has no control over the speed of the insertion as the hooded figures continue to let her down. The toy soon pushes hard against her ass muscles, stretching her anus forcefully as I hear her moan. The sound reverberates in the cavernous, silent room. She has taken more than half of the first part of the toy, her ass stretched a good three inches on its slippery plastic before her moans get louder. I can feel it from here as I watch, the huge toy stretching her ass to its limits, her anal muscles cramping and spasming over the toy as it continues to impale her. Inch after inch of black plastic disappears in her ass as it is stretched wider and wider while the crowd looks on anonymously.
Sara's body starts to fall to the side a tiny bit as her weight is not enough anymore to push into the giant toy and the redheaded woman comes to hold her. Cradling Sara in her arms before starting to press down on her shoulders. Sara cries out as the toy resumes its course, feeling the object's more than 4 inches completely stretch her as it pushes up inside her. Almost a foot of lubricated plastic toy pushing against her organs, reconfiguring them from the inside. With the constant pressure from the redheaded woman and Sara's own weight, the last half-inch of the first part of the toy enters her slowly, every further millimeter making her feel as if she was being torn in two. I hear Sara cry in pain as I see her body try to push itself onto the toy. The redheaded woman presses on her harder and the first cone of the huge toy slips in, Sara's muscles contracting on the thinner part underneath. A full foot of toy is inside her, filling her as it pushes against her from the inside. Her cries turning to a low continuous moan. The rope stops lowering her and the redheaded woman rocks her back and forth on the toy, making it move inside Sara, pushing against her organs.
The moans get suddenly louder as Sara's descent starts again, the thinner part becoming wider, starting to stretch Sara's now distended anus. It slides a bit easier now as this part gets half engulfed. The redheaded woman starts pushing down on Sara again and she cries out as the toy stretches her ass out quickly, penetrating her hard as she is dropped half a foot onto it. The toy is almost two feet inside her, her ass distended and stretched over the last part of this section. Her legs and arms trapped with rope, suspended from a strange ceiling surrounded by mysterious, hooded onlookers. In a final effort and cry of pain and pleasure the toy penetrates her ass as it closes in on the thinner part. Two thirds of the huge device now inside her.
The redheaded woman steps away and Sara starts to rise up, the toy lifting with her, the last section dripping lubricant to the ground as she slowly spins around. She gets about four feet in the air when the three girls bring the table back under her and, as Sara is being lowered again, manipulate her so she's resting on her front, arms behind her and legs underneath. The huge toy is sticking out behind her, throbbing slightly as the effort makes Sara twitch. The redheaded woman gets behind Sara and grabs the base of the toy, pushing it deeper, making Sara moan loudly, before pulling it out slightly. She starts to fuck Sara's ass with the enormous object. Moving back and forth, impaling Sara over and over again, she pulls on it a little harder every time, pulling the widest part against Sara's anus from the inside, stretching her again. The wide part slips out with a loud cry from Sara before it is pushed right back in. Stretching Sarah on its 4 1/2 inches. Again and again as the redheaded woman fucks her hard before pulling the toy out farther. Stretching over the wide part of the first section and exiting her ass completely. THis gives us a brief view of Sara's completely open asshole. A huge, gaping, twitching mess as lubricant pours out of her on the table. The toy is placed on the table as the redheaded woman brings her hands to Sara's ass and inserts four fingers from each hand before pulling her ass open, gaping her widely.
Seemingly not satisfied, she picks the toy back up and presses it against Sara before pushing roughly, almost slipping the whole first part in one thrust. Sara gasps loudly as she starts getting fucked again. Rough thrusts of the huge device, stretching her gaping asshole again and again as the first section slips back in. And then the second. The woman keeps on thrusting and pushing as the second wide part keeps stretching in and out of Sara's ass. Sara is crying out loudly in pleasure as the toy destroys her from behind. The redheaded woman doesn't let up and Sara's orgasm builds as rivulets of cum leak from her pussy. She abandons herself to the sensation of being absolutely filled with the enormous object fucking in and out of her when she suddenly starts cumming on the table, writhing in pleasure, tied, fucked and watched, screaming loudly in ecstasy.
A sudden and violent gust of wind enters the room, blowing out every candle at once and I can feel the crowd moving, carrying me up in their current. I try to fight the current but get easily dragged along by the multitude. I feel us walking up a cold spiral staircase and passing through corridors and rooms before I get pushed through an open doorway and find myself alone again. I wait a few moments, expecting the candles to light but nothing happens.
"Is anybody there?" I ask the void and get a response:
"Lev??"
"Luca??"
"Shit, what now? Find some light, there has to be a candle or something."
We stumble around and I find a dresser on top of which my fingers find a candle and, eventually, some matches. I light the candle and bring it towards Luca. We're in a plain room with a single bed, on which are our clothes, neatly folded. We quickly get dressed and grab Sara's clothes before trying the door. Unexpectedly, it opens and we enter the dark corridor, sheltering our candle with our hands. We follow the corridor until it turns right and, as soon as we turn the corner, we see a robed figure sitting there, hooded. We stop in our tracks as the figure raises their head.
"Sara!!" Let's get you dressed! Let's get out of here!!"
Sara stands up and grabbing each of us by an arm, starts down the corridor again. In shock, we just follow until we reach the metal-latticed door, half open. We exit into the alleyway and the door slams shut behind us noisily as Sara casually walks back towards the car, in her simple dark robe, her clothes still in Luca's arms. We follow and climb aboard, Luca in the driver's seat as Sara climbs behind. She signals for me to climb in the backseat with her and she sits, robe open and legs apart, her back to the window
"Levi, I need just a bit more..."
I get in and kneel on the floor, my head being pulled by Sara to her pussy.
"Feel my ass, sweetie." I slide some fingers up that are easily swallowed by Sara as I start licking her cunt.
"Mmmm. Push your hand in me, Lev." I push my hand up her warm, wet and inviting ass as she pushes into me, taking half my arm easily.
Luca drives us back home through the darkened city as I fist his wife's ass in the back seat. This. This will be a night to remember I think as I hear Luca quietly say
"What the fuck just happened?"
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"I think we should be grateful. Grateful that we've managed to survive through all of our adventures, whether they were real, or only a dream. Sure as I am that the reality of one night, let alone that of a whole lifetime can ever be the whole truth. And no dream is ever just a dream. The important thing is we're awake now and hopefully for a long time to come."
- Alice, Kubrick's Eyes Wide Shut
Sara looks at the hooded figure with the crimson candle, her eyes filled with curiosity. "What is this ritual?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
As the figure begins to trace the hot wax from Sara's chest down to her thighs, Sara's body squirms in response, a mix of fear and excitement visible in her eyes. She's been promised a 'bondage' experience in 'Promise Pt. 05', and tonight, she seems to be embracing every moment of it, stretching her limits with each passing second.
