'If you're one of the lucky ones accepted by our Master—really accepted by him—everlasting beauty and life.'
'I'm a virgin, Black. I really am.'
'Why? Saving yourself for the right man?'
'Something like that. But I think I've found him.'
'It would be an honor for me.' A thin line of sweat formed on her upper lip, although the northern air was cool. 'I think I like your god, Black. And I'm not a fool: I know what Adam and the others practice.'
'Do you now?'
'Yes. Black magic. Voodoo. Devil worship.'
'It doesn't frighten you?'
'It fascinates me.'
He took her hand and placed it on his swelling crotch. 'Does that fascinate you?'
She gently squeezed. 'I'd like to see more before I commit myself.'
'You know the way.'
She nodded and drew back, spreading the blankets away from the circle of stones, on a thick mattress of pine needles. She kneeled down, slowly wriggling out of her jeans. She patted the space beside her.
Naked from the waist down, but with their shirts open, they lay under the blankets beneath the trees. She gripped his penis and worked the foreskin back, the angry red glans glistening.
'It's big,' was all she said.
There was no need for foreplay; her juices were wetting the insides of her thighs.
'Think you can get that in your mouth?' Black asked.
'It's real big,' she repeated.
'Try.'
Without hesitation she bent her head and took him, while his fingers worked at the wetness between her legs. He pulled her mouth from him and positioned himself between her legs, inserting only a small portion of himself inside her.
'More,' she groaned.
'First you tell me your God is shit,' he said.
She hesitated, then complied, uttering the blasphemy. And the medallion around her neck began to glow.
He slid another inch inside her and said, 'Praise the Master of Darkness, Susan.'
'Yes,' she whispered in passion. 'I do praise Him.'
He moved between her legs and she screamed in pleasure and pain. Black said, 'If this feels so good, Susan, why then does your God deny this pleasure to his subjects, whenever they choose to partake of it?'
'I don't know!' she wailed, struggled to get more of him inside her.
'Because your God is shit!'
'Yes. My God is shit!'
At his urgings, blasphemous words rolled from her mouth, leaking like filth from a broken sewage line.
And God must have frowned as the Devil laughed when Black shoved his manhood into the laughing, screaming, corruption-spouting young woman. His newest convert. By the circle of stones. Not too far from a reaking hole in the ground.
'Susan screaming,' Nydia said, her lips tight as the wails of pleasure drifted through the timber.
'But not in pain,' Sam observed.
'No, I guess not. My brother is … amply endowed. Like you,' she said, glancing at him.
'My father must have been hung like a bull.'
She laughed. 'What a marvelously elegant expression.
'Shall we hike through the timber and see what's happening?' Sam suggested with a grin.
'What is this, another side to you? The voyeur?'
'I just want to see if Dad gave him the same equipment.'
'You're awful. You and Black are … about the same, in that department.'
'How would you know?'
'I'm his sister, remember? I've seen my brother naked on numerous occasions. None recently, thank God.' She was gently leading him in the opposite direction of the wailing pleasure sounds.
'Must be gettin' good,' Sam drawled.
'You're incorrigible! Remember, Sam: He has His eye on you.'
