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Will looked at me with pleading eyes and asked, "So, can you help me get home?"

"Did you write the inscription on the stone?"

"No," he replied. "I just translated it. I keep translating it into the current language in hopes that someone can duplicate whatever it was that opened the portal."

I chuckled. Will did not like that and responded with what almost sounded like a hiss.

"Calm down, Will. I'm not laughing at you. I am just remembering all the legends of blue devils that have come out of Ireland. Maybe they weren't legends after all. People must have seen you a couple of times over the ages. I believe you, and I think I can help you. You have come to the right man, but we don't have much time and it will be very expensive."

"I have accumulated a great deal of wealth through the centuries," replied Will. "What do you need."

"We need access to the Black Room."

"No problem. A cave that I have expanded and tunneled out runs underground from my estate to the room. That is why I bought the estate."

"I need a charter airplane to fly about fifty of my friends to Ireland."

"No problem."

"I need your assurance that neither I nor any of my friends will be harmed or taken through the portal unless they want to do go."

"We will make a truce promise. It is binding on all my people."

"And we need a willing womb to be your sex slave during this ritual and probably to go with you back through the portal."

"That would be me." came a somewhat sleepy voice from the couch. Evidently the Blond in Black was awake and had been listening to us. She turned to Will and continued, "I have always been able feel your power. I have always been able to see your power through your disguise even though I have never before seen your true form. The power excites me. The danger is what drew me to you. I want you to use me. I want you to dominate me. I want you to hurt me for your own pleasure."

"Prove it," I barked out rather loudly.

"What...? How...?" she sputtered.

"Strip! Now! Everything!" I commanded, and to my surprise she immediately began to remove her black suit.

My next comments were directed at Will. "She needs to be your slave. Tell her what to do. Tell her what you want!"

Will responded by fully unleashing one of the largest penises if that is what it was I had ever seen.

"Use your mouth," he commanded the blonde.

Naked and on her knees she crept over to him and began to lick and suck on his prodigious member. Erect it was as almost as long as her arm and at least that large. Blondie worked to pull at least the tip into her mouth. Like a typical teenager, it didn't take Will long to cum. Copious amounts of thick grey material flowed out of her mouth and onto her face and down her chest.

"Put it inside me," she panted. "Please, before I lose my nerve."

Will didn't need much more encouraging. He pushed her over onto her back and thrust into her. From her squeals and screams I could tell that he bottomed out with about one-third of it inside her. Then he began pumping. If there was any doubt that she was a totally submissive pain slut those doubts were blasted away as his massive member stretched her cunt almost as if she were giving birth. She orgasmed with a high, long wailing scream.

She lay beneath him softly moaning a continuous "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh..." Will eventually recovered himself and, looking somewhat embarrassed, re-established his clothing disguise. After he had put his contacts back in, I spoke. "We only have a few days. This has to happen next Thursday night."

"But that isn't Halloween," interjected Will. The inscription says that the timing has to be exactly right."

"Correct," I replied, "and I think that is the one thing that you have gotten wrong all these years. Obviously you figured out what the timing had to be on this portal or whatever it is after the Roman conquests."

He looked startled. "Yes, but what does that have to do with it?"

"Since then, Halloween isn't Halloween. Samhain, the true Halloween is supposed to be on the night of the dark of the moon following the Autumnal Equinox. The Romans screwed up the date when they combined it with a Roman pagan harvest festival. They moved a lunar event to a solar calendar. The Babylonians had a solar-lunar calendar. The Roman calendar was purely solar. That Babylonian priest didn't get the date wrong. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was probably also one of your species trying to get home. He must have figured out that... Will, your sun is much bluer that our sun, isn't it?"

"Yes it is, but what does that have to do with it?"

"Red light hurts your eyes, doesn't it? And you really can't see all that well in direct light from our sun? That's why the dark sunglasses and the contacts."

Will hesitated to reveal a weakness, but finally nodded his head and said, "Yes. I try to avoid the strong light of your sun."

"That explains it all," I continued. On the dark of the moon after the Autumnal Equinox there is no sunlight, not even the reflected sunlight from the moon. It is the darkest of the dark nights. Maybe any other dark of the moon would work, but there might be something with the alignments of the planets or whatever at that time that affects something in the portal, so that is when it works."

Will nodded as what I was explaining began to sink in.

"I think the blue light is just to get your attention with something bright that you can easily see. When you burn alcohol rather than oil in a lamp you get a blue flame. If it is half-alcohol and half water, the flame is the truest... and bluest. For Brandy, that is 100 proof. A pure blue flame. You folks must see that true blue alcohol flame best of all. A circle of blue flame around a naked sex show on a dark night was sure to attract watchers to the portal."

"The Babylonian priest whoever he was was relying on such a big crowd that when the forces whatever they are that hold the portal closed were weakest, the push of the crowd would force the barrier open and he could slide back into your world. It worked. He did that. He got home. But you fell out. Maybe it takes the absence of any red light to allow the barrier to open or maybe he just needed the right number of horny young whatever-you-ares leaning against the portal. In any case, if we duplicate those conditions on the darkest of dark nights, we should get you home."

Will was evidently processing all that I had just told him because his human face flickered in and out with the blue reptilian visage occasionally showing through.

"Can you write in your home language?"

"What?" answered Will.

"Can you write in your home language. Can you make a sign that people on the other side of the portal can read? "

"I can etch a message on the portal itself. What do I need to say?"

"Put it on something in front of the portal so you don't have to write backwards. They are looking from the other side. Get some UV blacklilghts and light up your message so that they all can read it. Tell them to stand back from the portal until it is time to push. They will know when that time is right. Have them tether themselves to something to make sure that none of them fall through when the window opens. Make sure you tell them of our truce promise. And so that we can be sure there will be enough of them on the other side of the portal, tell them get ready for one hell of a show that will be at least as good as the one they watched 4000 years ago."

Will smiled at me, his reptilian face slightly visible through his human visage. I could tell it was a happy smile, but I would still hate to see that smile on a dark night.

Two days later a charter 787 set down at Cork airport in Ireland. I told Will that a plane that could carry 300 people was a bit of overkill for our small group, but he explained to me that the plane was being delivered to Aer Lingus and according to its manifest was carrying only a crew and flight test technicians. He added "We needed to get everyone into the county with no questions asked, so I bought the plane for Aer Lingus to repay a favor I owe to one of the major shareholders."

Evidently he could see the look of concern on my face, because he continued, "You have complete documentation and tickets for a return trip. My solicitors will take care of everything once I am gone. If I have the wealth to buy one of Boeing's best just to get you into the country, I have the wealth to see that you all leave the country very well rewarded if things go well. "

He smiled not the friendly smile "And if things go wrong, none of you were ever here."

Seeing my obvious discomfort at that comment, he chuckled and added, "I have learned a lot about humanity in 4000 years. I always keep my word, but I also always, as you say, cover my ass. You have nothing to fear from me. But if your plan goes wrong and you all die or disappear, I don't have to explain things to the authorities." This time the smile was almost reassuring.

By nightfall we were all at Will's estate and ready to begin setting up everything in the Black Room. Goddess Deanna had arranged everything. We had all the people and props and those who needed to know, knew what they had to do.

I had called Goddess Deanna while Will was still with me that first night. She knew everybody in a twelve state area who was into any form of alphabet sex for fun or profit. I told her what we needed beginning with the fact that we needed seven pure pain sluts who would get off being the center of an ancient Babylonian sex ritual that inflicted a heavy mixture of pain and pleasure and carried the risk of being transported into another dimension where they would bear lizard children for the rest of their lives.

A long silence from her was followed by a single word..., "Pricey."

I told her everything that Will had explained to me. I had expected her to be skeptical when I warned her that some of the pain sluts might be taken through a portal in a rock wall, but instead, after I had completed the story, she just answered, "That explains the faces."

When I responded with a surprised "What?" she continued. "Every Halloween I used to have a big scene in an old mausoleum at this mansion I own upstate. No one had ever been buried there, so there shouldn't have been any ghosts, but every year someone would say that they saw faces staring at us from inside the black granite walls."

"A couple of years ago two of the slaves went missing overnight. The next morning, one slave's owner claimed she disappeared on him while they were having sex. He had her rigged with a TENS unit to shock her tits while he pumped her ass. He said that just as they were reaching that magic moment, she suddenly yelled out, "Yes, I am willing!" and she was gone and he was face down on the ground."

"I told everyone that I stopped holding the event because sooner or later there was going to be police involvement and that would be very bad for business, but the truth is that same night I saw one of the faces myself. It looked like it was half man and half lizard. Seeing him reflected or whatever in the black stone, his skin looked almost blue."

"It is blue," I answered, "and you are going to help his cousin get home."

Deanna gave one of her deep, throaty laughs and said, "Wicked." That was her signature comment, so I knew she was willing and able to do what we needed. She then added, "I will have everything in place by tomorrow night. Price tag is a million five, cash in advance... plus an account for additional expenses that may go as high as another mil."

All Will said in response to that was "Bank routing number?" I handed the phone to him and Goddess Deanna gave him the information. He pulled a satellite phone from somewhere maybe he has a built in pouch again, I really don't want to know. He punched the keys for a few minutes until there was a loud beep. Then Will told Deanna, "Its in your account."

Will had everything ready when we entered the Black Room through his "tunneled out cave." It was a long carpeted hallway with concealed lighting and quality air handling. It was like walking between buildings in a major city. The first thing that I saw as we entered the Black Room were eight polished stones sitting beneath a bank of black lights, They were covered with what looked like ancient writing and were sitting in front of a massive black granite slab which covered one wall of the room.

I assumed that this must be the portal. That assumption was confirmed when I saw the inscriptions that Will has shown me that first night. They took up a small corner of the wall, but didn't block the view for the audience behind the portal.

A band of sorts, dressed apparently as Babylonian temple musicians, was playing an odd assortment of bells, chimes and harp-looking things. It wouldn't ever make the top ten on anybody's favorites, but it had an eerily sexual overtone to it as if it were calling to lusts buried deep within.

A hooded figure dressed in a deep blue robe stood in a blue tinged spotlight in the center of the Black Room. The figure cried out, "It's time," and I knew that it was Goddess Deanna under the robes. Sixteen naked male slaves, their bodies totally devoid of hair, processed into the room carrying eight wooden frames. They kept perfect step in time to the odd music. Their oiled bodies glistened in the blue lights as they set the triangular shaped frames in place upright along one of the side walls of the room.

They walked out silently, and returned a few moments later carrying an equal number of wooden frames that looked like large eight-pointed wooden stars. These they placed on the floor directly in front of the highly polished portal wall. Eight naked female slaves walked behind each frame. Their bodies were also totally hairless and glistening with oil.

The females were each carrying a large basket which they placed on the ground next to the star frames. The baskets contained small oil lamps which the female slaves began to place around the stars. The slaves knelt next to the baskets with their knees wide apart and as they took each lamp from the basket, they rubbed the body of the lamp against their sex until it was glistening with their juices. By the time all eight lamps were in place at the points of the stars, the female slaves were moaning loudly with arousal.

Goddess Deanna's voice broke the silence with a sharp command. "We are prepared. Bring in the sacrifices."

The hairless male and female slaves scampered silently from the room. The band changed tunes and began playing something that sounded more military at least it had a regular beat of a drum and sounded like something that an ancient army might march to. Eight men, dressed in white tunics of some sort with folded headdresses that looked like something I once saw in a painting in a museum, entered in single file. They had wide leather belts around their waists and leather coverings on their forearms. Each held a braided leather leash, and at the end of that leash was a naked female.

The females were hairless except for their eyebrows and the long blond or red hair on their heads. I recognized the first female as the Blond in Black who had been in my place with Will that first night. Two of the others looked familiar. I had probably seen them at some event or another hosted by Goddess Deanna. One of the younger ones was trembling and seemed unsure of proceeding. An additional male, dressed like the others except in total black, stepped forward and struck her suddenly with a large whip.

The crack of the whip reverberated in the stone room. The female stood still, almost rigid. I was thinking that if we didn't have willing sacrifices this might not work. For an instance I was upset that Deanna would have fluffed such an important detail, but then the female who had been struck shuddered, moaned loudly, and grabbed herself between the legs. The procession paused momentarily as she shook and cried out in an intense orgasm. If her mind had doubts, her body did not. She was a very willing part of this ritual.

The naked females were led to the frames which stood upright along the side wall. The frames were triangular in shape. In unison, the slaves lifted their arms high above their heads and the escorts tied them firmly to short chains which were secured to the top of the triangle. The escorts then pulled the females' legs wide apart and secured them to the bottom corners of the triangles.

The escorts left, and the female slaves who had carried in the baskets of lamps returned carrying trays on which were several small pots of what looked like paint. They rubbed a black powdery substance over the secured female's bodies so that the skin of each was darkened to a grayish blue-black. Then they began painting bright blue, red and yellow stars on the female's skin. I don't know what kind of paint they were using, but it appeared to dry instantly and didn't smear as the hairless females began to rub oils over the skin they had just painted.

One of the small pots that I thought was paint was not. It was some sort of grease or heavy oil. The slaves scooped up handfuls of that and began rubbing it into the secured sacrifices' cunts and ass. While they were doing this, the sixteen hairless male slaves returned. Each held what looked like a soft, leather, multi-stranded whip. They began flogging the bound slaves.

One stood on each side of the triangle frames so that one was whipping the sacrifices' back and one was whipping her front. The whips were soft and probably did not inflict much in the way of pain, but from the sound of the leather hitting flesh, they were apparently wet from having been soaked in something and snapped loudly with each strike.

The hairless females then took two dildos from the trays and began pumping them into the slut slaves cunt and ass. Deanna had shown me the dildos earlier. One was bright yellow and had the image of the sun embossed on the tip. The other slightly smaller and was a softer white with the image of the moon on the tip. As the slaves plunged the dildos into the sluts, I couldn't help but thinking that it gave a whole new meaning to the word, "mooning."

The combination of pain and pleasure had an immediate effect on the slut slaves. Within moments they were thrashing in their bonds. The whipping and the dildo action continued until each slut slave had climaxed multiple times. They were now dripping with their own sweat and sex juices and hanging limply in their bonds.

"Enough," cried Goddess Deanna, and the hairless male and female slaves stepped away from the frames. The females walked over to the star frames, knelt and after again rubbing the body of each lamp against their sex until it was glistening lit the oil lamps. They must have been filled with 100 proof alcohol because there was now a bright circle of blue light surrounding each star frame.

Goddess Deanna loudly clapped her hands and the escorts returned. They were followed by a line of robed and hooded figures. A quick count told me there were sixteen dressed in white and eight dressed in black. Two white and one black figure went to each of the star frames.

The men robed in white removed their robes. One lay on his back in the center of the star frame. The other stood at the base of the frame. Meanwhile, the escorts released the slut slaves from the triangle frames and led them over to the stars. The sluts knelt next to the males and using their mouths quickly brought them to full erect. None of the men were of porn star proportions, but all were significantly above average in length and girth.

The sluts then turned their attention to the standing male and also sucked him to full erection. Then they straddled the male on the ground and impaled themselves on his member. The man lying beneath her then pulled her tightly to him while the figure in black secured her arms and ankles to the points of the star. After she was completely secured, the hairless male slaves again began whipping her back as she thrust herself onto the prick buried in her cunt.

The blue-hooded figure loudly clapped her hands and the whippings stopped. The standing male then stepped between the pain slut's legs and rammed himself into her ass. There is no other way to describe it. If the sluts had not been thoroughly stretched out by the dildos, the pain and tearing would have been overwhelming. Even with that, however, the sudden impalement by the well-endowed men caused gasps and screams.

"Slowly, slowly," instructed Goddess Deanna, and the men began to pump into the sluts.

"Whips," barked Dianna and the hairless slaves again began to whip the sluts. The sluts were now totally lost in a blur of pain and pleasure. They had orgasmed so many times that the boundary between pain and pleasure had long ago merged.

"It is time for Marduk to shoot his arrow."

The figures in black threw off their robes. Five of them were men of prodigious endowment, but even they were dwarfed by the other three. One of the other three was Will. I knew it was him because he was standing in front of the Blond in Black. The other two were evidently cousins of his that were also trapped on this side of the portal. I hoped there were no other surprises that Will had neglected to mention to me.

Goddess Deanna was repeating in almost a chant, "Hold back... Hold back... Hold back...'

"Hold back... Hold back... Hold back..." Just as Will had described, it did seem to go on forever until Goddess Deanna screamed out, "NOW!"

There was a blast of blue light and a shock wave that pushed me back against the wall as the 21 men, 8 women, and three whatevers climaxed together in massive orgasmic peak.

Suddenly it was very quiet except for the soft moaning of a couple of the slut slaves. Will and his two cousins were gone. So was the Blond in Black. I had expected that. Also gone were three of the other slut slaves, two of the hairless women and one of the hairless men. I hope they find what they truly desired. If Will was truthful, they only took those who deep within themselves wanted to go.

Goddess Deanna folded back her hood and turned to face me. "I would say that was successful," she said. Then she continued, "Sorry about not telling you about the other two. Will said that when he realized that this might work, he did a world-wide advertising blitz using his native language in the background. Basically he told anyone who could understand, 'If you are trapped here, I have a way to get home. Contact me.' So we had three to send home instead of just one."

A soft male voice spoke from the shadows at the edge of the room, "Mr W?"

"I'm W," I replied, and a very well dressed man carrying a briefcase stepped out of the darkness.

"I am Mr. Lithio's solicitor. He instructed me concerning payment and reward if this was successful."

"All participants will find that a suitable amount has been deposited in their checking or savings accounts. All paperwork has been filed so there are no tax implications to this transaction. For you and for... uhhh... Miss Deanna, that amount is one million dollars plus your expenses." Facing Deanna, "For you Goddess, that is in addition to the original agreed upon fee. For all other participants the amount is $250,000. Mr. Lithio also instructed me to give you this letter."

He handed me a letter which began, "I apologize for deceiving you regarding how many of my kind would be here tonight. I truly did not know until today that there would be two more of us to send home. I did deceive you in one other way, though more by omission that deceit. I have learned over the years, that, except for its size, there is nothing special about the portal in the Black Room. Any highly polished stone will suffice. Black stone works best. Large stones give a larger window but apparently have the risk of the portal opening under the right circumstances."

"I have established a trust which will maintain the Black Room as a sacred site. Under current laws that will protect it and for many years to come. There is a clause which allows for 'certain suitable rituals deemed necessary by the trustees.' The trustees know who and what I am but are very well paid to keep secrets and to take necessary measures so that others keep the secret. There may be others of my kind who have somehow been trapped in your world. If anyone else responds to the notices that we have set up worldwide, the trustees will contact you and I trust that you or Deanna will arrange for a suitable ritual."

The letter continued with typical legal mumbo jumbo describing exactly how all of the transfers were to occur and how to draw additional funds in case another "ritual" was needed.

The final paragraph was handwritten, possibly by Will himself. "I have also legally established a trust for the sole purpose of fully funding an annual Halloween Party at Goddess Deanna's New York estate. I am sure that everyone present on either side of the polished granite will greatly enjoy the evening's festivities. I hope to see you there each year."

Deanna had been reading over my shoulder and when we finished the letter gave one of her throaty laughs and said, "Good. Now I don't have to remember to invite you. You have a permanent invitation."

"I don't know," I replied, hoping that she would see the twinkle in my eye as I spoke. "I don't know if I want to try to perform in front of an audience of blue lizards with giant pricks who might steal the girl right out from under me."

She laughed again. "It never bothered you when we were together that night in the grave yard under the full moon."

I looked somewhat puzzled and she added, "I told you, I can see the faces. I have always been able to see the faces. They are always there watching from the polished stones... any polished stone, remember?"

I hadn't thought of that. Polished stones are everywhere, especially in graveyards. Sex in the cemetery will never be the same again.