Rule 10 - Eisley
Constantine turned on music from somewhere above. It reminded me of a leather club from the 90’s. The beats pounding, the vocalist sounded like he was fucking someone right next to the microphone, everything about this scene playing out in front of us was meant to seduce the young people, now influenced by the Molly Constantine had given each of them.
It started with a mousy girl with long brown hair tied back in a giant bow. She stripped off her jacket. The man beside her looked at her now exposed arms and went feral, engulfing her in a kiss. It was as if the glass had been broken and the room exploded. Everyone quickly paired off and the sounds of slurping and groaning were filling the room.
I took Kansas’s hand and tried to avert my eyes.
“I want you to watch,” Constantine ordered, coming over to us. He reached for my chin and tilted my face up toward him. “I want to see your body react to watching others receive the pleasure you so desperately want.”
I pressed my lips together, and as we stared deep into each other’s eyes, I pressed my thighs together also. I knew that look, it was hunger, need, lust. If I was a good girl now, it would pay off in droves later.
“Yes, sir.”
“Father.”
“Yes, Father.”
Constantine walked over to a pair and crouched. “How long have you been dating?”
“Since we were in tenth grade, Father.” The man paused to speak.
“And why haven’t you made love to her?”
“Because we were told to wait until marriage.”
“But do you want to?”
“Yes,” he groaned.
“What about you?” he asked the girl.
She threw her head back and pulled her boyfriend’s hand to her breast. “Yes! I don’t want to wait anymore!”
“Good. Take this.” He pulled a condom from his pocket and handed it to the man. “Do you know how to use one?”
He nodded and the couple stood. “Mitch, will you please escort these two to a private room?”
It was then that I realized Mitch was the only one not participating. He didn’t have anyone to partner with. My blood ran cold. Something suddenly did not feel right.
Constantine had taken this too far. I stood to go, but he caught my wrist and squeezed. “I thought you were going to listen and behave. Are you not a good girl?”
I gulped. “I am, but?—”
“No buts. Do as I say and you shall be rewarded. Sit down, child.”
The look on his face sent me reeling backward in time. I shrunk down into myself as The Minister, his father, flashed before my eyes. How cruel he’d been, starving us, beating us, preparing us to be...
I shook the horrific memories from my mind and rushed back to Kansas, who engulfed me in his arms. He rubbed my back and kissed my hair. “It’s fine. You’re going to be okay. He’s just acting,” he murmured.
It didn’t feel like acting. As more and more pairs were given condoms, brief instructions, and taken to private rooms, the more fearful I grew of what he had planned for me.
I would not be touching Mitch tonight. I’d fight like hell and die if I had to. I’d stab myself in the heart if he tried to force someone on me. I began to sweat and squirm as the night went on. Some couples came out, half-dressed and delirious with happiness. They dropped to their knees in front of Constantine and thanked him for allowing them to see the truth and give in to their desires. He handed them more condoms and told them to go again, and they did. Whether it was successful or not was unknown, but the energy radiating in the church was enough to make me sick.
“You’ve waited patiently, Mitch,” Constantine told him after all the couples had left. He put his hand on Mitch’s shoulder and smiled tightly. My heart hammered in my chest, waiting for him to say the words I feared most. “And I know you had your cock poised for someone special. Alas, the Lord only wants you to consummate with someone who wants that with you, and Domino does not.”
Relief flooded through me so fast and hard that I burst into tears. So, he was still in there. The Constantine I knew and loved. While it may be buried deep, it still exists. Mitch’s face fell and he looked around quickly, realizing no one was left.
“However, the good Lord has better plans for you. He doesn’t want you to have one woman, he wants you to have two.” With two snaps of his fingers, two women emerged from rooms, their cheeks flushed and their legs wobbly.
“Two?” Mitch gasped.
Constantine nodded. “Two. These young women have always wanted to try each other, and when I asked about you, they wanted you to join them. What do you say?”
Mitch looked between the pair. They were pretty. They reached for him together, one tugging on his shirt, the other on his belt. Mitch’s face went from surprise to pure happiness as they stripped him bare in the center of the circle.
I flinched and looked away as his cock sprang forth.
“No, Domino!” Constantine barked at me. “Your punishment for not wanting Mitch is to watch him pleasure two women tonight. Do not look away.”
He stormed over to me and walked around my chair. He gripped the back and leaned in to whisper into my ear. “I want to watch you watch him because whatever he does to them is what I’m going to do to you.”
My breath hitched at the idea. I crossed my legs and looked on as Mitch, high on Molly, laid down between the first girl’s legs and began to devour her. She gasped and writhed and screamed as if he was the best she’d ever had. It was the drugs, I was sure, but it had me breathing fast, imagining Constantine doing it to me.
“Oh, you like having your pussy eaten?” Constantine murmured. “I can do that. Oh look, he’s using his fingers.”
Mitch reached over and slid two fingers into the other woman’s wetness. He then sat up and slid his other two fingers to fuck the other one.
“It’s a shame there’s not two of you.” Constantine pouted. “I don’t want another woman, but that does look fun.”
Mitch went back and forth, fucking them with his hands, and eating them out. When one was being pleasured, the other would move to focus on him, stroking his cock or putting it in her mouth. She made sure to go slow, so as to not make the virgin come quickly.
Finally, Constantine went to them, handing Mitch a condom. He didn’t know what to do, and the girls had to help him. Once he finally had it on, he ordered them to get on their hands and knees. He moved behind them and slowly pushed inside.
I let out a small groan as my body screamed with excitement. I never thought watching people have sex would be so hot. My core ached with the need to be touched. Kansas saw my reaction and slid his hand across my thigh. I parted my legs just enough for him to slide his hand in between my thighs and slip past my panties. He found me wet and ready, and I moaned as he fingered me, strumming my clit as I focused on the trio in front of us.
“Don’t look away,” Constantine said from behind us. “Focus on them.”
Kansas was a sculptor and I was his clay. He knew exactly how to touch me to make me melt in his hands. I thrust against his fingers as he slid two inside me. I needed a release now. I couldn’t wait until we got home. I panted and called for Kansas to keep going, and it was right then that Mitch seemed to remember we were here. He turned his head, locked eyes with me, and whispered, “Mother.”.
I came. My body exploded into bits as my orgasm flooded my veins. It was an odd reaction, but Mitch wasn’t on my mind even a moment of it. I was thinking of Kansas, and how badly I wanted him. As soon as he removed his hand from my body, I stood and slid my panties down. I kicked them aside and sat on his lap. I needed to feel him inside me. I couldn’t hold it in any longer!
And then a powerful hand fell onto my shoulder and squeezed, pulling me out of my lust-fueled haze.
“What did I tell you?”
I looked up into Constantine’s hardened gaze.
“I… I?—”
“Those who do not listen shall be punished in front of the congregation for all to see your sin. Be prepared. Tomorrow, your sin will be exposed.”