Cult Of The Rahum (Chapter 6-7)

***Chapter 6***

Rajah wakes up with something warm, wet, sloppy and small on his leg. Looking up and yawning a bit, he sees Rebecca, his personal cock sleeve on his leg, covered in some of his cum from last night. He smiles as she rolls over and wipes some drool from her lip. She sits up and yawns, and that’s when he sees the small bump in her stomach signifying her pregnancy. It usually takes weeks to show sign of pregnancy, but his extra potent sperm and her tiny womb sped up the process severely. She looks at his eyes then follows them to her stomach. She passes out at the sight, and when she regains conciousness, Rajah is looking over her and patting her fat little tummy. She smiles a little, happy to be this close to him and to have his extra strong babies in her. She accepts everything fairly quickly after being treated like a little slut by her Lord. As a sort of celebration, and obviously her ten year old natural lust for dick, she raises her hand to his erect dick and slowly strokes it, relishing in the feeling of him firming in her hands. He forcefully smacks her and she yelps. “Did I give you authorization to touch me?” She shakes her head and takes her hand away. He spits on her and gets up from the bed before looking for a small garment. He grabs it and throws it at her, a long gray cloth with three holes in it, and a small rip showing the middle of her chest. She puts it on and stands as he finishes changing, then takes his hand when he sticks it out. They walk out together, a little cumslut and a lord of a cult. The cult yells out a cry when he exits and he smiles. No matter how good sex may be, he would always love and stick with his brothers. His cult. The members unfold the large wooden eating table from the utilities tent as they usually do, and set down some chairs. After sitting down, he takes Rebecca and places her right on his dick, penetrating right to the womb. She moans loudly and squirts all over his cock instantly. Her pregnancy enhances vaginal stimulations. The entire cult whips their heads to her, 24 eyes boring into her. She instantly shuts up, but every now in then lets out a little squeak, even though he’s not moving, just having her sit. After eating baked lamb cakes and tree sap syrup for a while, he begins speaking in English, so his slut can understand. The cult knows English, but they didn’t understand why he was using it until he told them his plan. “Some might be envious of me having a little bitch. And that is completely undestandable.” Many heads nod. “And I thoroughly apoligize, as I know realize how insensitive to the Cult Of The Rahum, and Rahum himself it was to not share such a delightful treat with my cult. So I propose a idea. Not far away, 27 points east, there is a camp of young women and children. A camp that has no defenses, and no security or fortification. I propose we go to the camp and take many young women to use as our breeding crop for the next generation.” There was silence that instantly set over the camp, before Bruttithus finally spoke up. He also spoke in English for the girls sake. “I agree. For the next generation of course. How would we go about capturing the children without being spotted? The Cult must remain invisible to civilization, hidden if you will.” Rajah thought for a moment before responding. “We will go at night, and Rebecca will tell us where to go to finding the youngest groups. We will prepare poison ivy and burn it in their area to cause them faint, them use smelling salts to awaken them back at our camp. Then we begin preparations for the move to the mountains with the girls in hand.” The cult nodded, united in the decision to kidnap and rape young girls. When the Rajah spoke again, he had a determined and assertive voice. “Orlun, Dezilin and Plau, begin sewing clothing for the members for the winter season. Also prepare around 8 small coats for the children, along with 32 different colored slave garments.” The sewing crew nod and start conversating among themselves the preparations. Silently, Rajah pinches her ass hard and cums deep inside her pussy with a quiet moan. Her head lolls back and ctightens with an prgasm of her own. Rajah smiles and pats her fat belly under the table. “The rest of you, come with me to take the girls at nightfall.” Bruttithus rubs his hands together in anticipation and smiles.

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At midnight, ten tall figures and one small peek up from the hedges surrounding the Little Princesses Balet Camp. Rebecca shivered a little in the cold, as the nights where getting colder. After pulling her garment closer, she talked quietly when Rajah permit her to. “What age do you want? The buildings are categorized by ages.” Rajah contemplates and says: “******.” Rebecca swallows hard and points to the building closest to the forest, only about a hundred yards between them. There was a large clearing, and they all ran close the ground to the cabin. Rebecca peeks her head in and nods. “They’re all sleep.” Rajah nods and Bruttithus grabs some nearby poison ivy. He starts a small flame on a stick, and lights the ivy. Opening the window, Bruttithus hangs the burning embers and there was shifting as the girls awoke from the crackling sound and smell. As soon as a ruckus began, the cult rushed in and found 8 young girls passed out. They smiled and took them. On their way back, one awoke and started to scream, before Bruttithus clamped his hand around her mouth. She bit him, and he smashed his large backhand into her face, drawing a little blood. “I’ll treat you how to behave you little bitch.” She whimpered loudly and he smacked her again. Her face was tight and small, with dyed golden hair and green eyes. She was Mexican and had perky little nipples that poked through her shirt. Her name Enez. He had chosen her the second he saw her, because he loved her hair. He said he planned to use it as a fleshlight, and flood her hair with his cum. With his large black dick, he surely could. Finally, they reached camp and stripped and tied the girls to wooden posts in the ground in the center of their camp. They stuffed and tied their panties in their mouth to have them shut the fuck up. Since there was only 8 girls and 12 men, some had to double up. Orlun and Dezilin with Yulia, a Russian girl with big tits for her age. They said they would name their tribe of the promised land Orluzin. Gantu and Blodbore had Ayame, a Asian with black hair and extraordinarily small asshole. Their tribe name was Banyezin. Juqum and Hauzu had Emily, a little black girl with a nice sized attitude to go with her nice sized ass. Their tribe was Haujum. And so on and so forth. Each had a part of the promised land, and their tribe would inherit that land when they reached it. Only Bruttithus had a girl and tribe all to himself. “Bruyugorge. Land of blood, gore, rape and sex with women as soon as possible. Which would be the time of exiting the womb. Women to be used as sleeves whenever and however. “, Bruttithus said. Rajah laughed and said: “That’s going to be everywhere, not just Bruyugorge, Bruttithus.” And just like that, they had kinapped 8 underage sluts.

***Chapter 7***
When the Cult went to bed at last, Rajah and Rebecca went back to his tent, he grabbed her face and rubbed his semi- erect dick against it. “We’re leaving to the mountains tomorrow.” She sticks out her tongue and licks it while she’s nodding. She has a sad look on her face, as he washed today, so she couldn’t enjoy his musty scent and taste as usual. “Where exactly are we going?” “A place.” She takes the hint and shuts up by sticking his dick in her throat. He sighs a little. She sped up, but he was still floppy and soft in her mouth. “Give me a pukejob.” She looked up at him confused, and that’s when he grabbed her head and forced it to the base. He plugged her nose and held her there, and he felt her throat shift and collapse. She began retching, splattering her dinner of sun baked carrot mush and deer all around his manhood. She started banging his leg, from lack of air, and he pulled out and slapped her as she coughed. He continued hitting her before pushing her to lay down on the bed, then he left and washed his dick off with the pump. He returned and flipped her over. She placed her hand on her face and pushed her anus wide. It was nice and red, wide and wet. She still loved his beating after all of that. “Good girl.” He pushed his manhood deep to the base, before sliding out of her forbiddeness. She moaned slightly and engorged herself in her slutty sensations as he sped up a bit, his sexual appetite being fed. He smacked her butt hard, almost toppling her over from it. Her anus tightened around his cock, tightening and beckoning him farther. His balls smacked her pussy as he thrusted, and juices leaked over his penis as she began to cum all over him. He didn’t stop though, he kept wrecking her insides, his dick a jackhammer to her metaphorical concrete ass. Slaps sounded from the tent constantly, and she knew her pussy would have bruises on her pussy from his heavy balls. Suddenly, he flipped her over and kept smacking in, and it didn’t feel as good anymore. She was crying, but he smacked and grabbed her chin, and she stopped but it still hurt a lot. Finally he came, pouring ounces of cum deep into her ass, covering her insides in his sickly sweet semen. He pulled out and something flopped out with him. A little red organ, and he smiled and laughed as she saw it and cryed. He pushed it back in and sprinkled some holy healing herbs over it. She felt it heal up, but it still hurt. Leaning up to her face, he said: “Don’t you ever speak unless I tell you to. Don’t question me ever again either, or I’ll take out more than just your little prolapsed rectum.” Quickly she nodded, and she decided at that point to devote her entire life to being his perfect little cock sleeve. Not too speak, question or touch him unless asked. It hurt a lot, but still she liked it just a little. Then he layed on the bed, pulled her on top of him and started slamming deep inside her. “Ahhanyaaaa!!” She said, then instantly whapped her hands over her mouth. “Stop. Speaking.” She looked down and he started fucking her again. Now and then she would moan, and he would pinch and twist her nipples. They where so underveloped that they hurt more than ever, and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. She orgasmed continously on his, soaking him and his sheets with her pussy juice. He liked that he could fuck her so vigoursly even though he was sixty-seven years old. But then, he came and filled her up. Pushing her off of him, he got under the covers and pulled her under also, then pushed is sloppy, wet, and soggy penis into her ass. She moaned slightly, but eventually fell asleep with him comfortably nestled in her booty hole.

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The next morning, Bruttithus packed up his tent and went his girl, Enez. He shoved his dick into her mouth and she bit it, but he didn’t care as he erupted a load of piss down into her throat. He plugged her nose so that she had to swallow, and when she did, she gagged and coughed when he pulled out. He smiled at Rajah and said: “Ha. I like this one.” He grabbed his collar that he had Dezilin make and tied it around her neck, then untied her from the post. She started fighting when she got off but he forcefully smacked her ass, pushing her forward and sending her down a few feet. She whimpered and screamed, but by this time, the camp had evacuated from the forest because of all the missing children and cold, so nobody could hear her. The forest quickly swallowed her and all the other girls screams. They had no hope of help.

The sunlight streamed in through the trees, but they provided no warmth. The temptature itself was well under 20’s, and only the men had sufficent clothing for the weather. The girls tight little pussies where constantly bombarded by crisp cold air, even though they where wearing coats. They hated this. As for Rajah, though, he loved it, seeing the girls shiver and cry, as everything they had was stripped away and they couldn’t get it back. Rebecca was jittery from excitement and cold, and the other girls looked at her odd but she didn’t care. It was like a field trip to her. Once or twice a girl would try to break away and run, but their master would quickly yank their collar and pull them back to him. They decided not to rape them until they got to the mountain cave, in fear of warming the girls up. They needed them demoralized and weak for them to submit. Finally, when they reached the slippery slopes, they all donned sewn leather boots, and treaded up. When they reached the top, the scouts they had sent weeks before greeted them and looked surprised by the children, but accepted it easy enough. They lead them to the cave, large and dark one with a small hole to enter. The entire cult climbed through, and then Bruttithus and Plau slid the large rock behind them, sealing off the raging snowstorm. The hollowed out mountain side cave was only illuminated by fires the scouts had started. Their tents where also set up. Rajah smiled at it, and blessed his scouts. They had done well. The sewing crew had prepared rugs and flooring for the cave, and they also brought their weaving tools. The kindlers had brought wooden planks, dirt and tree seedlings, along with kindlewood for fire while the trees where growing, the distilling crew bought furnaces and pickaxes for melting and chopping ice, and Bruttithus brought wood posts, the tents, the alter, the slave prongs, the table, and the chairs, on his sled. Everyone had their own wooden sled to carry whatever they needed.

When they had unpacked everything, the full list of supplies where:
13 tents
17 tree seedlings
67 planks of wood
14 posts of wood
19 pounds of sewing cloth
87 pounds of meat
45 pounds of vegetables and fruits
30 pounds of herbs
7 pounds of dirt
1 furnace
1 alter
27 slave prongs
13 sleds
69 house furnishings
64 pairs of winter clothing and blankets
9 tools
64 bars of soap
Instructions inscribed on paper how to make a extra large wooden bathing trough

After inventory, everyone set down what they where holding, and gave a prayer to Rahum for letting them reach the mountains safely. “Ezdi, omucau tyuni Opa Rahoom.”, Rajah prayed that raised up his hands, and so did all the other cult members. It was their way of saying amen. After that, everyone began unpacking their sleds and supplies. Rajah set his tent on a square rock set in the wall, with smaller ones leading up to it like stairs. It was covered in ice, and he chose it was higher up than the rest of them. Down below, one by one, each member created a wide circle out of their tents. When it was finished, they started a big rumbling fire, and two small fires. The big one for heating the stones of the alter and for heat, and the small ones for cooking and heating the furnace for cooking and distilling water. Quickly, Plau and Bruttithus started mining and banging posts into the Rajah’s rock. He asked them what they where doing. “We’re creating the posts to lock the slave girls too.” Rajah nodded and looked at their shivering figures by the fire, keeping to themselves and trying to stay warm. They didn’t dare run in fear of what they would do when the cult caught them, and where would they even go? The only exit was shut by a huge rock. Once Plau had put in the last post, Bruttithus hustled the girls up and connected them to the posts. He shoved the prongs in their nipples and spread them wide, revealing the inside of their breasts. Next, he pushed some prongs in their mouths so they couldn’t speak until they took them out. Rebecca joined Rajah on his rock and smiled a bit from the pain they where in, and she felt herself turn into a demonic little girl for enjoying their screams. She rubbed her pussy at the girls, and layed back on the ice in ectasy when she came. Rajah looked at her and raised his eyebrow. She smiled nervously back and went into the tent. Later at night, (they knew it was nightime because the sun didn’t glisten on the outer layer of the ice) the fire had begun to die down, and they prepared all the herbs they had picked, 30 pounds of herbs in 30 bags. They threw some plant fuzz in the fire, making the fire blaze. Then, they began making dinner, baked potatoes and roasted bunny meat. It smelled delicous, and the girls began drooling, as they hadn’t ate in a day. But they would only get cum for their first day here. Rebecca smiled..

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