B.S. Dolphin Forbiddon Pleasures Kingdom Come 
 
 
 Kingdom Come 
 
 Kingdom Come 
 
 By B.S. Dolphin 
 Copyright 2013 B.S. Dolphin 
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 I was still irritated at my mother for talking me into attending the Louisiana Christian College, Kingdom’s Gates, but had found my way around their strict rules very quickly. I’d also discovered Ryan Nintz… 
 Slinging my book bag over a shoulder, I kept my head down as I passed the fraternity. Ryan spotted me, though. He was a senior and I’d developed quite the crush on him. Of course, I made sure he knew about my interest. 
 I noticed the group of new guys nervously talking near Gabriel, the leader, and knew right away what it meant. I reached for the door but Ryan’s hand shot out and opened it for me, “Hey…some friends and I are headed to study in the game room. You’re on, right?” 
 That was the signal. My heart sped up as my gaze darted to the group again, hanging on Erick (a tall Haitian) that was staring our way. Ryan assured me, “It’s okay. The new ones checked out.” 
 “Why’s Erick always staring at me?” 
 He shrugged, “He likes you. Says there are ‘many many Marias’ in Haiti.” 
 My eyes widened, “Damn zombie powder drugs…” 
 He didn’t have a chance to reply because the Assistant Dean of Students (aka blue-eyed demon) walked up and barked at the fraternity, “Don’t you boys have some place to be? You know it’s against the rules to hang out in front of a girl’s dorm.” 
 Before the man could approach, Ryan quickly told me, “You won’t be given it this time. We’re doing something a little different.” 
 A grin spread over my face and I quickly said, “You know I scream for Kingdom to come when you ask nicely.” 
 He grinned at my wording and proved he could think fast on his feet too, “We’ll catch you later.” 
 I could tell he was a little nervous. That wasn’t like him but the presence of the Assistant blue-eyed demon proved to be an easy conclusion at the time. If I’d known what the rest of the day would bring, I’d have ran home screaming to my mother and never left her sight again! 
 He then winked at me. I blushed, instantly forgetting about his anxiety, and hid my own as the barking demon swung his evil look our way. I hurried through the door just as his full attention turned on Ryan who nodded politely at him. I heard their brief exchange before the door shut out sound. 
 Swiftly changing into the tightest clothing I could find (rules outlawed it), I waited a beat for the Assistant Dean to leave before slipping back out of the dorm. Hurrying across campus, I spied the huge green side of the recycling bins and tensed with anticipation. 
 Just as I stepped from sidewalk to pavement, they struck. A hand shot out, grabbing my arm as a smothering rag stole my surprised shriek. More hands rolled me in a blanket as moisture left my mouth. 
 
 Blackness… 
 
 I awoke smacking my lips and flinched at the familiar sweet odor. Cold rough marble was at my back. I knew we were at the ancient Catholic cemetery. I spotted the familiar point of the cross and heard nearby chanting filter through the air. My nipples perked as the cool breeze rippled across them. With hands bound, I saw Ryan’s robed figure and frowned as I groaned. 
 Ryan quickly assured me, “I’m right here. Like I said before, it’ll be different than last time. Alright?” 
 Over his shoulder, I spotted the entire fraternity with new potentials lined naked before them. My eyes swept down the row, counting thirteen hard cocks. I spotted Erick holding the zombie powder and frowned weakly and as he stepped forward. The little vial looked harmless but I had reason to suspect it was toxic. After the first time they’d used it on me, I’d done some research. 
 Unfortunately, there was so much mystery and superstition that I’d left with more fear than information. Later, I’d discovered there were various blends when another girl said her effects were different. She’d had amplified skin sensations and no hallucinations; whereas, I had felt absolutely numb but had seen shattering numbers every time a cock drove deep inside me. It was extremely weird to say the least! 
 That scared me even worse because puffer fish caused rewiring of synapses, affected neurons, and caused desensitization of senses. It could wipe out an army of men if used incorrectly...and was also found within the blends. 
 When Gabriel helped lift me into a sitting position, I started to resist and said, “I thought you…” 
 He quickly assured me but glanced at Erick almost apologetically. Shrugging out of his robe, he said softly, “We’ve all participated in using the powder to cleanse us of sins…” He shot another glance at the Haitian, “…right Erick?” 
 When asked previously why the stuff was used, Gabriel had shrugged and offered the following explanation; “To Erick, it’s some kind of cultural thing. He’s supposedly a grandson of some higher up that’s in a secret Haitian government sect. Apparently, they still use it to bring chosen ones closer to God—allow Him access to strip their souls of sin because of the near death state it induces. The hallucinations and paralysis are His way of punishing us. We cannot lay eyes upon Him.” At the time, he’d scowled in confusion, “Or…something like that.” 
 Erick was now pointedly looking at me and said in his deep accent, “God tells me who sins.” 
 Massaging my shoulders, Gabriel searched my stunned face before running a thumb over my lips. Leaning forward, he tenderly kissed me with that same apologetic air that had replaced his normal arrogant attitude, “We’ve never properly thanked you for helping us, Maria.” 
 I lifted a shoulder in dismissal but he shook his head, “We’ve been very rude about this.” With a wink and a charming smile, he continued, “Allow us to show how we make amends. The powder is not for you today.” 
 My gaze shot to Erick whose consistently neutral somber expression appeared firmly in place. I glanced at the zombie powder in his hands. Relief flooded through me. It must have shown because he nodded understanding in reply, shocking my eyebrows up. He’d spoken AND shown emotion. I’d never seem him so expressive. Not knowing which blend (possibly something entirely new); I was still in absolutely no hurry to inhale that stuff again. 
 I remembered Gabriel’s urgent tone when he’d tried to explain the powder to me:  “Just think of it as symbolic. Humor him. Erick scares both the Assistant Dean and the Dean into working with us. We need him.” 
 At the moment, the prospect of being able to hear my own moans, respond to their caresses, and generally move about almost made me throw myself into Gabriel’s arms. Knowing exactly how I felt, his eyes lit with understanding as his long fingers brushed into my hair. 
 Every member, including Erick’s, robe hit the ground when Gabriel’s lips touched mine. He teased them open before moving away to explore my throat, causing my heart to fly into an erratic state. Ryan directed traffic, moving members to surround the cold slab on which I lay with my hands bound. 
 Two newbies spread my legs wide. Lips surrounded my nipples. My body tried to strain upward for more pleasure from their hot mouths. Male grunts and hisses filled the air along with my moans. Hands roamed over me, causing intense pleasure and goose bumps to spread in their wake. 
 Lifted from the slab by multiple hands, my bound wrists were suddenly freed. They were soon trapped again by two newbies while their peers held my ankles. I was lowered to the ground. After that point, the many hands and mouths had my mind saturated with sheer pleasure. 
 I moaned louder as fingers worked my little pearl. Heat infused my skin, fighting with the coolness of the soft breeze. The moonlit night filled with sounds of wicked pleasure. I had never felt so deliciously rebellious and free in my life. All the forbidden sins were forgotten as the fraternity granted their apology. 
 At this point, I was clueless regarding any real intent. Even hearing Ryan’s growl of, “You’re the first one to pop—go to the front of the line!” only offered confusion before it was ripped away when a tongue replaced the fingers caressing my clit. 
 After a while, I realized that newbies fought to maintain individual control while their higher peers worked me over. I heard another loud grunt of release just as a tongue went from gently probing to a hot mouth sucking at my clit. My own body jerked in climax and my throaty wail gave three more authority to move ahead. 
 A familiar bark sounded from the shadows and I was suddenly released. Heaving off the dirt, I writhed and shamelessly begged to be fucked which sent several others (old and new alike) over the edge. 
 Gabriel grinned and motioned for the others to back away as he pulled me into his arms. We sat on the ground with him cradling me against his chest for a long kiss. Nestled between us, his cock pulsed against my throbbing clit while I breathlessly squirmed. Lifted, I was granted my wish as he speared into me while pouring hot breath down my neck, “Now let’s see how long the rest of them take.” 
 My desire-addled mind was swamped in the ocean of bliss as his teeth grazed my neck. It barely registered that Ryan watched remaining newbies with narrowed eyes and lifted brow. I was given no time to contemplate his expression, though. Gabriel fucked me harder as my back arched over his arm, lifting me to suck at my nipples. Ryan’s angry growl sliced the air, “Eyes on them! It’s past time to forsake those silly rainbow fantasies!” 
 I gasped “What’s he…?” but Gabriel’s mouth crushed mine in a searing kiss. He lowered me to the ground, and as he gazed pointedly into my eyes, he broke the kiss to breath against my lips, “Maria, Erick says it’s time to cut the bullshit.” 
 His teeth nibbled at my lower lip as other hands roamed up my legs, starting an intense exploration. Lost in heightened bliss, I moaned in his mouth. He groaned against my lips, “Scream that shit loud, girl!” 
 As his face moved away, I caught a glimpse of someone lurking in the shadows but I couldn’t tell who it was. Gabriel turned me and motioned to get on all-fours before him. His fingers slicked juices over my asshole, pulling my attention away until Ryan’s angry voice snapped, “Hey, you! Females have tight assholes too! Jerk on that limp dick and fuck hers.” 
 My eyes flew wide as realization dawned.  This definitely was not an initiation event like any of the others.  
 That arrogant attitude flew off Gabriel as he rose while barking at an approaching boy, “All you need is a good long taste of pussy.” 
 I glanced in shock behind me at a nervous-looking gangly kid who appeared as if he wanted to be anywhere but here. Another bark from the shadow dweller had the older members moving forward in a shoulder-to-shoulder line like soldiers with a cause. My eyes dragged over them before darting back to the nervous kid. He frowned and then flinched as his cock wilted. He was unceremoniously jerked backward and another shoved into his place. 
 
 That low rough voice teased my memory as it droned an angry prayer or reckoning from the shadows…  
 
 The nervous new replacement behind me grabbed his cock, pumping life into it. I’d had anal sex before so I spread my hips and breathlessly moaned my encouragement. I noticed two others behind him lean sideways with interest. 
 My hips were suddenly lifted as he drove into me, climaxing right away on a loud grating moan. He was jerked backward without another thought. On it went through five others, each (last one excluded) climaxing within minutes. 
 The final of the five, a massive specimen of male, had me howling in pleasure. He surprised me, rubbing his wide cock against my clit while inserting long fingers in my twin holes to fuck and pull at my taint. I mindlessly clawed at the dirt and begged, grinding into his hand until his ample girth stretched my asshole wide. 
 He pumped into me, all the while his thumb rubbed at my slit while his long fingers tickled further up to my clit. My porn-worthy little yelps had the older members going wild, urging him on so that my climactic queefs joined my throaty howls. 
 He suddenly twisted my hips, laying me on my side and stretched my long leg across his chest. His hands surrounded my breasts, flicking my nipples as my asshole puckered around him in continuous orgasm. My back curled around his knee as waves of sensations like I’d never experienced flooded through me. On a deep growl, he finally jerked inside me. 
 Gruff congrats and slaps on his shoulder signaled team pride until the nervous boy from previously was suddenly placed before me again. As silence smothered sound, he stepped up but this time he was hard and ready. The hulking student that had just left me wrecked in liquid bliss moved behind him as that low shadowy figure suddenly barked, “Prove yourself in the eyes of your Maker! Take her like a man should.” 
 All activity paused as every set of eyes fell on the boy again. I was locked into a mindless state of pleasure even as I looked at his closed eyes under the frown that split his forehead. He reluctantly pushed his cock inside me but stopped. I squeezed the walls of my pussy tightly around him but could actually feel his cock shrink. He pulled himself out with a shake of his head and tears in his eyes. 
 Staring at me for a beat, his mouth worked silently. I read, “I’m sorry” even though no sound was uttered. 
 I shook my head, wanting to tell him that he wasn’t to blame. That’s when I saw cloths rise to faces and my eyes widened in understanding. Like a swimmer preparing to dive, I took a long draw of breath before hurriedly clearing my lungs and gasping in another. Erick stepped forward and raised the short straw to his mouth. As the larger student’s hands went around and held the gangly boy, Erick swiftly shot the finely crushed blend into the smaller nervous newbie’s face. 
 The fight left his body. He slumped in the stronger one’s embrace as his eyes froze wide open. I knew the boy’s vitals were lowering while his body was thrown into paralysis. That was the  punishment  for his  sin . His mind was silently freaking the fuck out right now as his dysfunctional lungs forgot to draw oxygen for his bloodstream. 
 It was my first witness of another person experiencing the mind-numbing sensation of zombie powder. I almost asked Erick if it was blended with puffer fish but was too damn scared to speak. I was frozen in shock that Gabriel had offered no explanation or warning. I’d been thoroughly reassured before and after the Haitian had administered it to me. 
 A low grunt from the corner caused Erick to nod in that direction. I nervously gazed at him as confusion muddled my mind. The straw rose once again. I panicked, knowing that death would result if any more was administered right away. I flew off the ground as my scream split the air while the straw touched Erick’s dark lips. 
 
 What happened next was a blur… 
 
 I threw myself at the straw in an attempt to knock away the new dosage but I hit the bottle too. Surprise flew over Erick’s face as the vial fumbled in his grip, dusting the air as I jerked backwards and covered my face. I scrambled further backward as the little glass container crashed, hitting a tombstone and spraying more powder to the breeze. 
 A split second later, the breeze lifted the remaining finely ground particles amidst tinkling of glass through the air. Everyone scattered in horror, tightening their cloths over mouths as it dispersed. 
 But it was no use. Minutely ground, it sought out eyes and scrapes to enter bodies. No one escaped. Gravel tore at my feet as I stumbled toward the statue and cross in hopes of making it to the edge of campus. 
 The first numbing sensations hit as I saw the Assistant Dean himself. He was just ahead of me, proving to be the shadowy figure. Unfortunately, he wore no mask. He crumpled to the ground. My hand involuntarily slid from my mouth on a gasp. 
 The drug gripped my lungs, freezing them and denying usage so that no scream sounded. A vice clamped onto my brain, sending the silent shriek to reverberate within as paralysis took hold of my limbs. Pain exploded through my head as I tumbled forward into a tombstone before a rush of lethargy claimed my body. Cool gravel bit into my hand as it slammed into the ground. 
 The stars winked their restless beauty above me. I could only stare at their twinkling as my mind desperately tried to pray for intervention. The cool breeze felt like sandpaper on my skin and nipples while gravel were nails that pierced my flesh. I couldn’t move an inch. I knew from research that my brain was shutting electrical impulses down, slowing my body’s rhythms. Lack of oxygen sent sparks across my vision while warm urine ran down my legs. 
 I wasn’t expecting the benign stars to grow fangs and laugh but they did. Insanity chewed its way into my mind, snarling like a raging beast. 
 Blackness won…  Jostling and movement brought me around but confusion took over when stark whiteness was all that my clouded mind could register. A bright light flashed in my vision and hope rattled the precarious threads of my sanity. 
 Faint squeaking sounds and a distant electrical whine briefly brought a clarity of thought… had to be the rusty but still pearly gate to Heaven…where was St. Peter…to welcome? 
 Brightness suddenly exploded above me in a strobe effect before a grizzly face under a black police hat blocked it. My mind silently giggled an insane question to bounce within my skull:  When did God start dressing as a cop?  
 I dumbly realized we were moving toward what must be the incessant squeaking of the pearly gates. A bump at my feet jarred my holy carriage as they met the solid doors. The soft whine shot to a scream as they parted. My amplified hearing picked out male human suffering— am I in Hell? —humming underneath an electric saw. 
 The face leaned away from mine and reality proved much worse. The word  Morgue  drifted over me as my death gurney swooshed through the swinging doors, shocking my lungs into dragging in a loud gasp of air. My shrill scream shut down the piercing whine of saw; exposing the barely discernible male human keen of agony underneath. 
 Chaotic shouts erupted around me as the sharp smell of death and formaldehyde overpowered my senses. 
   
 ~~ The End ~~ 
   
 
 
 
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 B.S. Dolphin, living in Tennessee, has enjoyed freelance creative writing for numerous years. Holding a BS in Communication, she recently opted for creativity verses technical writing due to an imagination running amok. Writing for various clients, short stories on erotic blog sites, and self published; she mixes action with romance and rolls it in dark conflict on a daily basis. Ghostwriting for various contracts has granted a plethora of knowledge and feedback. Release into the ocean of writers under her own name has been a learning process. Recognizing the twisting loops within the learning curve has been thrilling. She is now eagerly racing around the next bend.  
   
 
 
 Publication Date: October 14th 2013 https://www.bookrix.com/-km25c00b242c525