Corruption of a Family Ch. 01

"Thinking to myself that it was strange, I held it up to read the title, but there was nothing written on the front or back. I opened the cover and again I felt my arms tingle as I read the writing printed on the first page. It said 'These passages contain the secrets of the Red Priestess' and below that was written 'Translated from the original Celtic version.' I was eighteen and I was more into romance novels at the time, as you can imagine, so usually, I would have just tossed it aside and kept looking, but the strange tingle intrigued me so I opened to the first page and started reading."

Without realizing it Phil became very caught up in her tale, and he also finished the entire VO and 7. The flight attendant was back, and again he found himself ordering another without wanting to. This time the redhead waited for her to return with the drink, and, after the flight attendant handed it to Phil and left, the redhead continued.

"I couldn't put it down. I had read it completely by the next morning, and I immediately began to reread it," she said. "I continued to read it time and again for the remainder of my eighteenth year. The first thing I discovered was it did contain the secrets of a Red Priestess so I am unable to tell you what lies within its pages, but there are two things about it I can tell you."

"The first is only a real redheaded girl of Irish decent in her eighteenth year can even see the writing printed on it. Red Priestess refers to hair color. Anyone else looking at the book would find only blank pages within its covers, and since turning eighteen, that is all I have seen as well."

Then sensing what he was thinking, she projected, "I too have wondered why Rose would buy a book that to her appeared to have no writing in it. With no plausible answer, I have chalked it up to her eccentricity.

"The second thing I can tell you is this. It gave very detailed instructions to a very elaborate ritual, a ritual that took over thirty days to complete once started. Again, I can not divulge the ritual itself; I can only say that with its completion, I was granted shall we say unique powers over people's minds as well as other unnamed abilities for a very particular purpose. I believe that should answer your first question of how I can control you."

It is just over a two-hour flight from Denver to Chicago, and, looking at his watch, he could see that they had been in the air for only 20 minutes. Why did it seem as if time was passing so slowly since she had taken over his mind? He felt as if hours should have elapsed, but in reality, it had been less than an hour since he had struggled with his email.

His next question also popped into his mind automatically as had the first one, and no sooner had the thought "Why me?" formed, she answered.

"As I told you in the email I sent you that you tried so hard to delete that the writhing mass spoke your name. When that happens, you become mine.

"Are you still doubting that it's life changing?" she asked as sarcastically as he had been when he first read it in her e-mail.

"So that means you're Mystic?" he thought.

"Yes, that is the name you will know me as. I have a name given to me by my parents but you have no need to know it."

"I don't understand the message you sent. it's too cryptic," Phil told her.

"It would be much easier just to show you than to try to explain it," and with that images began appearing in his mind, and he was transported to what appeared to be a large cave. At first, his view came from the ceiling of the cave, and all he could make out was movement below; but soon it was as if a camera was zooming in, and he could see what was happening.

The cave was flooded with the light of dozens of torches, and in the center of the cave sat a throne upon a large circular pedestal twenty feet in diameter and elevated four feet above the floor of the cave. On the throne sat a woman with blazing red hair that he immediately recognized as Mystic. She was clothed only in blood red robes that hung the length of her body, but protruding from beneath the robes was the nude lower half of a woman who was kneeling between Mystics legs and was performing oral sex on her.

As shocked as Phil was when he realized what the woman was doing to Mystic, what was happening on the floor of the cave was twice as shocking. A circle that ultimately encompassed the twenty-foot pedestal that the throne sat on was a mass of at least one hundred naked bodies, men and women both, all participating in an orgy of sexual debauchery. He could see men with the ladies, women with other women, men with two women, and he could even see three women together.

It was truly the most shocking thing he had ever witnessed. In fact, he could never have imagined such sexual debauchery. The room was awash with the sounds of over a hundred people moaning at the same time, and Phil knew instantly that this was the writhing mass the message had mentioned. Then, like a boom came the voice of Mystic echoing off the walls of the cave as she shouted out from her throne, "Great writhing mass, I require the next name." Slowly the moans from the mass of bodies started to change to a chant that grew and built until it too was echoing off the walls of the cave, and simultaneously every participant shouted, "Philip Baxter" and then the voices changed back to moans.

The images in his mind cleared, and he was back in his seat on the plane sitting next to Mystic. He understood now how she acquired his name, but he learned little else of what he had just witnessed.

"This is all new to you. It will take time for you to understand fully, but the time will come when you too will join them in the chant, but first you have much to learn," Mystic projected.

Thinking again of the mass of bodies on the cave floor, he was not comforted by the thought of being one of them. In fact, it horrified him to even think of it. He had not been with a woman other than his wife in over twenty years. He had been complexly monogamous in his marriage, and to be one of the bodies engaged in sex with a hundred others made him feel ill. But feeling ill was nothing compared to the shame he felt for what this day was doing to his religious beliefs. He finally asked the question that he truly wanted to know the answer to.

"Why?" He thought.

Mystic again projected very quickly.

"The answer to that one is short and sweet and could not be any simpler. The Red Priestesses were a very highly regarded order in the Celtic society until Christianity arrived, destroying their culture and driving them underground. They made a vow that as long as redheaded daughters were willing to do the ritual and join their ranks, they would strike back at Christianity for what it had done to their society. My sacred duty is to corrupt as many Christians as possible. It's that simple."

Now Phil felt ill. In modern times there existed a cult capable of controlling the minds of Christians with the sole purpose of corrupting them. How was this possible? That very thought filled him with dread when he considered the satanic influ...

"Hold it right there!" She injected herself into his mind. "One God and Satan are Christian beliefs. I am a Celtic Priestess who has a far different belief system then your conservative Christianity, but thanks to your religion, I know little about my own. Your fellow Christians destroyed all written and oral records of our beliefs when you branded us pagans and wiped out those of us who wouldn't convert hundreds of years ago. Never forget that my primary goal is to corrupt you for being Christian. Don't ever try to explain my actions with your Christian logic again."

He could tell she was mad and that scared him very much so he tried hard not to think of anything for fear of making her even angrier.

After a silence that lasted a full five minutes, she popped back into his head.

"I am tired of playing twenty questions so I am just going to roll this into a nice little package for you and put a bow on it so we can get to work. You now know who I am and why I am here. You also know why you were chosen. I completely control your mind and can manipulate you at will from anywhere. I can control every aspect of your being and use your body as a mindless zombie, but that wouldn't be much fun, now would it?

"I want you to know what you are doing at all times so that you can feel what it's like to live. You have stumbled through life like some Bible thumping robot letting all the joys of life pass you by. I am going to teach you how to feel good and how to make others feel good, and I am not talking about some ray of religious sunshine you're blowing up their asses I'm talking about making their bodies feel good.

"Before we are done, you're going to hear a woman scream your name, begging for more as you slide your cock up her ass, and it is going to turn you on. But I want you to feel these changes from the inside out so I am only going to use force when it's necessary which I will probably have to do a lot in the beginning. However, you will not be going on this journey alone. Your wife and daughter will be joining us. I am getting three Christians for the price of one with the Baxter family."

When he heard this, he dreaded what she was capable of doing especially to his family. He didn't want his family involved. He was willing to sacrifice himself if she would just leave them out of it.

"Very commendable, your thoughts are to protect them. Maybe you do have some passion left inside of you after all," she said as he looked down at his shoes feeling defeated. "Don't worry. Your daughter's transformation will be the last; I want to see your wife transformed first. Besides, your daughter is the least of my worries. I know how horny an eighteen-year-old girl is. She may have you fooled, but I bet she wakes up with her fingers in her pussy the same way I do.

"Your wife, on the other hand, is something different entirely. I have something special planned for her., Something I have never tried before, but we won't discuss it now. Let's keep it a surprise.

"I just remembered one of your questions I did want to answer for you. Why I fly so much. I have corrupted many Christians in a relatively short period and have found out I have an aptitude for it. When Rose died, she left me everything, the house, the money, all of it, and it wasn't until I was comfortably situated on my own that I started hunting them down. That was just eight months ago. Until then I was very careful with my powers. I practiced a lot to learn how to use them, but not for anything sexual. Like I said I don't want law enforcement messing things up for me. I have too much work to do. As I got better at corrupting you Christians, I got faster so I had to fly all over the country to make the first contact with my targets, and that's why I fly so much.

"Well, Phil, I have grown weary of the chit chat, and I am horny as hell. I know you are too. Shall we have some fun?"

"I'm not too sure about this," he thought, feeling nervous for some reason.

"Your training has to start sometime."

She was right about one thing. He was horny. Ever since the first contact as she called it, he was aroused, and it slowly became more intense. But what did she mean by start his training? They were in an airplane that was due to land in an hour. What could she possibly be thinking?

"Come now, Phil," she said. "You have to use your imagination better than that. Just look around and tell me what you see."

Swiveling his head, he looked in all directions, but couldn't see forward or backward because the seat backs were too high. All he could do was look across the aisle and down the row next to them in the opposite window because there were no other passengers in the same row they were in.

"Excellent, Phil, you just discovered that on a crowded plane full of people we have our little space. You will get to where you notice these things automatically. Now, what can you tell me about the flight attendant? She has been over here several times?"

He thought about her, but there was nothing he could remember except that she was wearing a blue shirt and matching skirt.

"Oh, Phil, your weak eyes. You have gone blind over the years," Mystic said. "The first time she was here I noticed so much about her, her pouty little lips, her soft brown hair, and her tight little ass as she turned around. You have to start noticing these things, Phil. Tell me you at least noticed her shirt?"

"Yeah, it was blue with white stripes," he thought.

Mystic laughed out loud. It caught him by surprise because he was used to her being in his head.

"No, dummy," she projected. "She had her shirt unbuttoned much farther than airline regulations will allow. She was showing you her cleavage when she bent over, and you didn't even notice, poor girl. Perhaps she likes you. Shall we ask her?"

And before he could even respond, Mystic raised her hand and got the flight attendant's attention. Within only a few seconds she was standing in the aisle next to her.

"Yes, may I help you with something?" She asked Mystic

"I was just telling my good friend here that I think you were showing him your cleavage because you like him. Is that right?" she asked as Phil felt like crawling under his seat and hiding.

"Ummm," was all that came out of the flight attendant's mouth as the shock from the unexpected question tried to register in her brain.

"You have exquisite lips. Would you like to use them to suck his dick?" Mystic asked out of nowhere

Quickly recovering her senses, the flight attendant started to say, "Ok, that's just about enough..." but as she began to speak she looked down at Mystic's face and their eyes met. She just stood there in the aisle staring into Mystic's gray eyes and looking completely dazed. After only a few seconds Mystic looked toward Phil and broke the link between them. Immediately the flight attendant started pushing her way past Mystic's legs towards Phil.

Forcing her way into the cramped space between his legs, she kneeled down on the floor of the plane, and, reaching out she started undoing his pants. Pulling the flaps apart as far as they would go, she reached inside his underwear and pulled out his dick and immediately bowed her head and put it in her mouth. As soon as it was on her lips, she sucked as hard as she could causing her cheeks to go concave. Then she pulled her mouth off and started licking the head and running her tongue up and down his shaft, pausing at the bottom to suck on his balls.

Phil couldn't believe it when she sucked his balls, and to his horror, he heard a moan come out of his throat using the lord's name in vain.

"Ooooooohhhhh my God, yes!"

It wasn't long before Phil's cock was throbbing uncontrollably. This was Phil's first blowjob he had ever received, and he was torn between feelings of guilt and absolute pleasure. His brain was screaming that this was wrong, but her mouth felt like velvet as she slid it back in. Now that it was hard, she could start bobbing her head up and down on it, and, although Phil knew she was doing it against her will, she sucked him with such conviction that he couldn't help but enjoy it.

Phil was fighting the overwhelming feelings of pleasure that were surging through his body when his hands involuntarily went to her shirt and started to unbutton it. He willed himself to stop, but when he had all the buttons undone, he spread her shirt apart and placed his hands on her now exposed breasts and squeezed them both at the same time. He could feel her erect nipples pressing against his palms, and his hands moved so he could take them in his fingers. Pinching them and rolling them between the tips of his fingers caused her to moan involuntarily, and he pulled on them in response.

While he was dealing with all of this, his head turned on its own as Mystic wanted him to see her. She had her skirt pulled up around her waist and her legs spread. She wasn't wearing panties. The flight attendant had one hand wrapped around the base of Phil's cock and was stroking in unison to the movements of her mouth. Her other hand was between Mystics legs and was vigorously rubbing her now exposed pussy.

He watched in horror as the flight attendant stuck one of her fingers in Mystic's wet pussy and started to pump it in and out. Her pussy was shaved clean, unlike his wife, and he could see every detail of it as her body moved in unison with the motion of the finger inserted in it. Watching her being masturbated while having his dick sucked and his hands full of the flight attendant's firm round tits, was more sex than Phil had ever experienced at one time. It was overloading his senses, and, despite his will for it not to happen, he wasn't going to last long before he got off. He felt more aroused than when he had lost his virginity so long ago.

She was sucking him with abandon now, and her head was almost a blur as it went up and down on his cock. Her other hand was now focusing on Mystic's clit as it rubbed back and forth. Phil could feel his climax building, and he knew there was no way to stop it. The feeling of her soft wet mouth was more than he could stand. He felt his hands leave her breasts and land on the back of her head as they forced it down on his cock as far as it would go, and he roughly started to fuck her mouth. Suddenly his ass cheeks clenched, and he raised his hips off of the seat as he began pumping streams of hot sticky cum down her throat.

"Oh my fucking God!" He moaned out loud, again using the Lord's name in vain without wanting to. He was awash with the sensation as it coursed through his body, making him tingle from head to toe. It was the most intense pleasure he had ever felt.

The flight attendant swallowed every drop of cum without losing any and then almost immediately she spits out Phil's cock, and with difficulty because of the cramped space, she moved her body to where she now knelt between Mystic's legs. Extending her tongue, she almost dove in and started licking her pussy from top to bottom wiggling it against her wet lips as she went. Reaching down with her hands, Mystic spread her pussy wide open so the flight attendant could get to the delicate parts that lay beneath her lips. In response, she jammed her wet tongue in as far as it would go.

Moving it back and forth deep inside her pussy caused Mystic to raise her ass off of the seat and push against the flight attendant's open mouth. She was relentless in her assault and pulled her tongue out and again started to lick the entire surface. Besides licking her pussy, she licked up the sides of Mystic's inner thighs. Sucking on the tender flesh, she nibbled on it and then she kissed her way down low and started on her pussy again.

Phil was forced to watch. He wanted to turn his head away because he firmly believed that homosexuality was wrong, but Mystic kept him focused on the wet tongue darting in and out of her pussy. He could tell she was enjoying it tremendously. She was rotating her ass to the movements, and she let go of her pussy and put both of her hands on the back of the flight attendant's head, pulling her mouth as close as it would go. By this point, the flight attendant abandoned the rest of Mystic's pussy and focused entirely on her clit. Phil could hear loud sucking sounds as the flight attendant sucked the swollen button into her mouth time and time again.

Mystic now had her feet on the seat in front of her and was pulling on the flight attendant's head as moans rolled out of her throat.

"Oooohhhhhhhh my God, bitch, don't stop!" she cried.

Phil feared that someone would hear her and come to investigate, but he couldn't turn his head to look around. She had to be close to an orgasm because she was grinding her pussy against the flight attendant's tongue at a feverish pace, and her eyes were clenched tightly shut. They kept on and on for several more minutes as if Mystic was willing herself to make the feeling last longer.