It’s Panda, Miss Dementia If You’re Nasty

The theme for this week’s Microfantasy Monday is Contortion. This submission is a continuance of “Sigil of Sex,” so if you haven’t read the first part yet, do so now! Thank you Sweltering Celt for the MfM theme!

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Dom walked through the heavy door and felt the heat and the rhythm of the music caress her bare flesh. The doorman nodded knowingly as Dom drifted past him, through the entrance hallway and towards the heart of this sanctuary. Even before the music changed, she knew by instinct and by the energy that coursed through her body that tonight there would be an initiation ritual.

As she turned the corner and the large room opened up in front of her, the deep bass and the high trills of the ritual music began and what Dom saw brought back a jolt of memory from her own initiation: There, in the center of the room, a young man was displayed on the top of a table. He was contorted into a back arch, with his palms and feet flat on the table, his wrists and ankles tied securely to the corners of the table, his back arched at a vicious angle by a wooden support placed between the man’s back and the table.

The man was naked, of course, as she had been, and at the angle he was in, his stiff cock stood proudly in the air. The sight of it made Dom’s clit throb.

As Dom moved closer to the table and the throng of nude people surrounding it, she caught a glimpse of the man’s face. He looked completely calm, with none of the fear that she had felt at her own initiation.

The Master of Initiation took his place on the step next to the table and raised his hands to signal the start of the ritual. The music faded into faint background noise and the onlookers quieted as well. The Master addressed the crowd first. “Tonight we initiate another member into our family and we mark him with the eternal symbol of our kind. We offer him sanctuary and acceptance and welcome him with open arms. Who will take the task of bringing our brother to ecstasy?”

He passed his eyes over the members of the crowd and finally came to rest on Dom. He nodded at her. She nodded back and moved through the congregation to the edge of the table, positioning herself next to the Master.

The Master looked down at the contorted man. “Brother, are you ready to accept our symbol and our vow of secrecy, for all of eternity?”

“I am.”

This was Dom’s cue, so she wrapped her hand around the young man’s engorged shaft. The man shuddered with pleasure as she began to stroke. As the ritual music grew louder once again, the Master lifted the initiation blade and brought it down upon the skin on the man’s lower abdomen. Dom sped up her stroking as the blade pierced and the man felt no pain as the first sanguine drops appeared on his white skin.

As the Master carved their symbol into willing flesh, Dom worked to bring the other mass of willing flesh to the brink. The music sped up and Dom’s hand kept time with the beat. One last stroke of the blade finished the symbol and one last stroke of her hand finished the man’s climb to orgasm. He exploded in Dom’s hand, one liquid of life mixing into the other, already pooled on his lower abdomen.

“Brother,” the Master exclaimed, “you are now one of us! Welcome!”

The crowd echoed the Master’s acceptance of the new member.

Dom bent and kissed the tip of the man’s still twitching cock. “Welcome, Brother. “

After moving to this new city, Dominique spent every night for 3 weeks driving through the streets, stopping to walk down alleyways, searching for the symbol on a doorway. The symbol and what it represented had been a huge part of her life for years now, and she wasn’t sure how long she could last without it. She knew that every city had one, it was just a matter of tracking down the group that hid itself from all outsiders.

She had been introduced to the symbol four cities ago by her ex-girlfriend. Dom had been just a naive, raw thing then. How much had changed since then…

Dom was losing hope of finding her much-needed fortress, thinking that this may be the ONE city where it didn’t exist, just about to give up her search, when on the 23rd night of searching, she found it. It wasn’t even hidden in an alley, it was just skillfully hidden amongst the letters of a burnt-out neon sign in what looked to be a long-abandoned building.

Dom quickly pulled down the next side street and parked, then stepped out of her car, pulling her long coat tightly around her. She hurried to the backside of the abandoned building where she found the same symbol on the back door. She did THE knock and waited. A minute later, she heard a faint knock back and she knew she had finally found it.

She stripped off her long coat, revealing to the unseen watching eyes that she belonged there. The door swung open and the thick smells of incense and sex poured out and drew her naked form, with the symbol etched into her flesh, through it. Dom was finally home.

This week’s Microfantasy Monday was “Symbols,” brought to us, as always, by the incomparable Sweltering Celt. Go check out the other submissions here!