DUSK WAS FALLING OVER the desert camp and dark ominous clouds began to form as Lawrence dismounted Saladin. The only sounds to be heard were those from tethered camels and horses. The occasional camp fire smouldered, but apart from that the camp appeared deserted. A soft rain had begun to fall and the smell of wet dust as the raindrops hit the ground wafted into the summer air. A storm was building in the distance and the humidity was increasing.
A central, giant black marquee rose above the mass of nomadic tents pitched around. It cast a menacing, malevolent shadow over the whole encampment. The sight of the marquee told Lawrence beyond any doubt that he was here at last and he had finally found the latest incarnation of 'The Circus of the Sexual Underworld. Now his quest would begin in earnest. The lethal mission he sought for so long, this would now be his time, his time to do what he had waited long years accomplish.
Lawrence was a founder of 'The the Order of Tantric Knights', the self sworn enemy of 'The Circus of the Sexual Underworld' and he had vowed to get 'his' Stephanie out of their evil clutches at any cost, even his life if need be. He had to do this alone and he had to do it tonight. He had waited 3 long years for this mission and was not going to let its success slip through his fingers. His timing would have to be right, as he knew one could never predict when or where another 'Circus', or any of the other of the Underworld's theatrical incarnations and scenarios might show up. Nor could it be known which players would be present. Tonight if he had figured it right Stephanie would be there for his taking, so close yet so far away.
If he did not do something devastating to this cruel and depraved circus his time, along with Stephanie, could be lost forever. He was not prepared to let this moment in time slip thru his fingers so he knew he had to act swiftly and with maximum prejudice!
The circus could happen in any time frame, past, present or future; but he and his 'Order' were just beginning to figure out how the 'Sexual Underground' operated and manifested itself as well as where and when.
'The Underworld' had taken the lovers of all of his knights and mesmerised them into a sensual web of debauchery. Willingly they went, led by their own deep-seated lust and desires, depravities amplified by the sexual demons Dhanta, Patrice and Nina and other souls sucked under their fiendish spell. The Tantric Knights, both male and female, had vowed to reclaim their lovers from these lust sucking demons and to destroy the timeless sexual Hell that was trying to make the Earth its own sensual pleasure park. Lawrence knew that as evil as these things were, there was an even stronger, darker, force afoot here. He had felt it once, albeit for only a fleeting second, when Stephanie was torn from his loving arms. That pain had lived with him for the last three years, the pain that became a burning obsession.
The flickering flames from the torches around the perimeter of the huge black marquee seemed to be trying to bewitch Lawrence with the offer of a sinister, sensuous invitation; but his inner being took control and brought him back to his senses. Quickly he regained his composure as his breath deepened, and a strange fear he hadn't anticipated gripped his stomach. His mind began to spin with a mix of anger, jealousy and apprehension. A strong, erotic sexuality pulled on his soul, but his soul was strong and resolute and prepared for the temptations to come. Lawrence's spirit was determined that nothing was going to stop him achieving the terrifying task ahead. The thought of the reward within it was all consuming.
Distant rolls of thunder seemed eerily to announce the sign that hung over the entrance canopy pronouncing proudly in red & silver letters,
For Tonight and Tonight and only!
Dhanta presents
'The Circus of the Sexual Underworld!'
Lawrence thought it strange that the entrance was unattended. Pulling back the curtain to enter, his senses were unbelievably shaken by the sight that met his eyes.
The tent interior was subtly lit with oil burning lanterns, the air thick with the aroma of incense and sex. A band of African drummers beat a slow, erotic rhythm and chanted loudly. Absolute decadence permeated the fabric of this den of debauchery and everyone in it. Various sideshows featured striptease both male and female, exotic belly dancers, fire-eaters, contortionists and sexual exhibitionists of every kind.
Three topless female trapeze artists and their naked catchers flew overhead.
To one side a large, raucous bar and bordello with whores for every perverse desire appeared to be doing good business, a lot of it in plain view.
The circus ring was 20 meters in diameter with a raised podium in the centre. Many figures stood in the half light around the perimeter anxiously waiting the start of the show. In another area a crowd had gathered to watch a very attractive Dominatrix sexually tormenting the blonde slave kneeling at her feet. She had his balls restricted in a clamp attached to scarlet ropes that tied his ankles and hands, pulling him to arch his back forcing his erection forward and upwards. A young, naked female on all fours was holding very still, cradling his erection in her mouth. Her Master standing by was encouraging the proceedings.
Lawrence pulled up his hood and purposely became lost in the throng. He allowed the atmosphere to wash over him, and found himself strangely enjoying the satanic decadence of what was occurring. It played mind games with the turmoil already raging in his head, teasing and tempting his most base instincts. 'The Circus of the Sexual Underworld' had created many fallen Saints, Angels, and sinners. It had also created more than enough demons over the centuries of its dark existence.
Would Lawrence be able to succeed where so many had failed, and have the power to resist the potent, lustful draw to his deepest carnal desires? Despite it all he was here tonight not for sinful pleasures but for a distinct, brutal purpose; a mission driven by hate, love, passion and revenge. It was a mission from which nothing could deter him, not even this smorgasbord of forbidden delights and wickedness laid before him that was almost surely sent from the fires of hell. He believed with all his heart and soul and with God given resolve in what he came here tonight to do.
Would he succeed, or would he fall victim to the strength of his own erotic imagination and deep desires? No one could tell which way it would go until they were confronted by this evil circus and its splendid array of sensual temptations. Truly Lawrence would need his soul to be in control of his mind and his sexuality or all could easily be lost and he knew it.
Many of his knights had fallen prey to their own imaginations and were lured into depravity by their own desires and undiscovered lust. Now they, too, were willing prisoners of 'The Circus of the Sexual Underworld'.
The pain of having his bride abducted on his wedding night as they were in the sensual throws of consummating their vows brought out an evil, vengeful, blood lust that was in Lawrence. He only caught a very brief glance of the abductor, but the voice and the sound of his wicked laughter would live forever in his mind--or until he found and slaughtered its owner. Tonight he was close, so very close, to silencing that heinous laugh tearing at his spirit.
He knew that if he and his Knights could get to the subtle 'Antitantric' and destroy it they could free many sexually enslaved souls. They could also destroy the evil that sucked the lust from its victims skull cinemas that preyed on their very fantasies and wildest dreams; dreams that ensnared them until they were addicted to them. It was this addiction, he knew, that the alien creatures needed in their prey, for they rejuvenated themselves on the oozing, sexual energy of their victims amplified lust.
Suddenly the huge, depraved canvas emporium was plunged into pitch blackness. Lawrence's heart pounded as disorientation loomed; but, in almost the same instant, a loud explosion boomed out and blinding flashes of light ripped holes in the shadows. Shimmering flares flashed and surrounded the circus ring; everyone rushed towards the horrendous commotion.
The oil lamps relit as mysteriously as they had extinguished, and there, in the centre of the ring on the raised platform, stood the awesome, magnificently decadent Dhanta. He was a commanding, sinful, sensual sight with glistening tight black flesh, shaven head, large gold earrings and heavy gold chain around his neck. His chest was well defined, as were his abdomen and biceps. He wore skin tight, white riding breeches that left nobody in any doubt as to the magnitude of his manhood; a braided bullwhip adorned his defined shoulders. He strode dominantly around his stage in tan leather knee length boots.
He was at least 6ft 6in tall with a serious attitude in his walk. His hypnotic brown eyes and huge, wicked white smile did much to emphasize the powerful impression. He looked to be almost as hard as black marble, a beautiful satanic vision to behold.
He uncoiled the whip as he began to speak. He cracked it abruptly as his deep, seductive voice broke into the silence.
"Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen!
Welcome to my circus of the sexual Underworld,
The circus with something for everyone, a veritable ballet of bondage.
A dance of dominance and submission, an array of cunning stunts!
Maybe you will see something you desire more than you can resist,
Come with us and enjoy a menagerie of stunning cunts!
Maybe something will desire you that you cannot resist.
Fellatrix, Dominatrix, Gladiatrix--this is the show with all the Xs
Maybe today your wildest dreams will come true.
Welcome, my friends, and enjoy!
Welcome to a place where time can stand still;
A place some of you may never want to leave;
A place maybe some of you never will
Outside it's hot and raining, but in here it's entertaining!
I Dhanta Welcome you to...
The Circus of the Sexual Underworld!"
Lawrence was instantly chilled to the bone as that unmistakable loud, mockingly wicked, sensual voice and laughter swirled in his head. His hatred almost boiled over hearing it. Yes, that was the sound of the demon he came here to slay and he would savour every moment of doing so. His whole being shook with a violent, murderous intent he had not felt before.
This was it. He was almost in the arena and he was at last in the right place at the right time. Only one thing was missing: Stephanie. Would his Stephanie be in this incarnation? It wasn't long before he would find out.
The evil but inviting voice also filled everybody in the place with a sense of impending doom, a doom mixed with addictive, delicious, sexual wonton wickedness.
