Laia's Tale: A Tale Of Two Fathers

Biel held on tight as the inflatable raced down the tunnel. He was seated more in it than on it, his ass taking up the hole in the ring. He knew he was too old for this, but his friends in Madrid wouldn?t know he had come to the water park. His tire whizzed round the corner and then he burst out into bright sunshine and into the pool.?Wow!?He swam over to the side of the pool and got out, sitting on the edge. A few seconds later, he heard a squeal, and his sister, Elia, plunged into the pool from the tunnel. She swam over and sat next to him, her bikini sopping wet and her long, brown hair dripping. She smiled and said,?Cool ride, eh??Instinctively, he found his eyes on her body. From the deepest recesses of his mind, some monstrous force drew his eyes to the curve of his sister?s breast as it hung in the sling of her blue bikini, and he looked down the side of her body, counting three moles on her side and down to her deep, wide navel. He would have kissed every inch of her, right there at the pool, if she?d let him. And just below there, he knew what that mound contained, even if no boy had, as far as he knew, yet?To his horror, Biel felt his penis swell. He jumped immediately into the water and swam away from Elia. His erection receded at once. What the fuck? That night, he masturbated to a pornographic video. But, twice, that image of his sister, soaked and so nearly naked as to need no imagination, flashed through his mind as if someone had spliced it into a regular film. He grabbed his dick with his left hand.?Oh, Elia, yes. Yes, sis. Like that?? He came as he murmured out his dreadful fantasy.What the hell was wrong with him? It wasn?t even as if he were an ultra-horny teenager. He was twenty-one! Immediately, he wanted to know more. He looked up ?sexual fantasy about a sibling? and was relieved to see it was more common than you might imagine to at least think the thought.One thing was for sure; It would be a long time before he went anywhere with her where they were semi-dressed again.He decided he would avoid Elia the next day. He?d long planned that at some point he would go urban exploring in Tarragona, and tomorrow would be as good a day as any. To take his mind off sex, he logged in to the urban exploring Demetevler Escort groups he belonged to and began to search for an exploring buddy, preferably a female one that he might find attractive. *The sanitorium stood a decent distance away from the nearest houses, so there would be little chance of being seen.?The sign says there?s a dog but there isn?t. We just have to get over the fence.?Pablo was a cool guy, and he obviously knew his stuff.?You?ve been here before???Once, about ten years ago. It used to be a staple for the local explorers, but everyone around here has done it to death. But there is some cool stuff in there if you haven?t been in before. I won?t spoil it.?There was an iron fence forming a compound, and the main building of the sanitorium was surrounded by a number of smaller buildings. The main building was long and had four stories. Biel had read that the place had been a home for mentally ill and abandoned children during the civil war. It was said that ghastly experiments and treatments had been performed on many of the kids there. God knows what abuse they had suffered. The sun was dipping now. It would be dark soon, and they had torches. Biel loved urban exploring at night. It was so much more atmospheric. Pablo led him along a rocky path around the building and, when they were sure no one was looking, the two threw their coats over the fence and pulled themselves up and over. Keeping low and moving quickly, they headed for the ruined sanitorium.?Let?s hope it hasn?t been sealed up?no, we?re good!? Pablo swung open the old door, rusted on its hinges. Pablo took a last look over his shoulder. The sun was disappearing into the sea. He stepped across the threshold.The darkness took hold of the building quickly. Biel and Pablo roamed the corridors. There was graffiti everywhere on the wall. One scrawl wrote, ?How could you do this to me??. There were child-sized beds in rows in one room, and newspapers, dated decades apart, on the floor.They found a former schoolroom on the third floor, and they sat at the desks and tried to imagine what lessons had been taught there. Biel rummaged through some desks Demetevler Escort Bayan and found some old notebooks. One had English exercises in it. Another was a compendium of bible verses. As he was reading the book, Pablo held his hand up. ?Did you hear something???No.??I did. Someone else is here.?Biel?s heart began to thump harder. Who could be here? Other explorers? Druggies? Metal thieves? They were likely to be unfriendly and unhappy to see him and Pablo, whoever they were.?Let?s check it out,? said Pablo, and his voice betrayed his nerves. They moved cautiously out of the schoolroom and tiptoed along the corridor. There was a cry, a female cry, and the sound of male voices singing, or maybe chanting.?What the??? said Biel, half to himself.They came to the staircase and made their way down. ?Let?s get out of here. We?ll go straight to the door,? hissed Pablo.Biel did not agree with this plan. He wanted to see what was going on. He shook his head.?I?m going. It?s your dice, man,? Pablo said. Biel nodded.They reached the bottom of the stairs and Pablo made a beeline for the door.?Text me to let me know you?re ok, Biel? I can call the police if I don?t hear from you by morning.?Biel nodded, and when Pablo had gone, he began walking down the dark corridor. At the end, there was a flickering light, as if torches were lit. The voices were chanting in unison. There was another female cry of distress. Now, Biel could make out words.?Let me go, please. My dad has money, he?ll pay?,?Biel?s heart was in his mouth, but he knew he should intervene if someone was in danger, so he kept on. The door was just a few steps away. He flattened himself against the wall and inched closer.A piercing scream filled the air. Instinctively, Biel covered his ears. It was horrible. What were they doing to her? He heard the chanting start again. This time he could make out the words.?Our Great Lord Satan,Master of the Earth.We offer up this virgin,And pray for your rebirth.?And this chant was repeated seven times. Surely, they weren?t seriously going to commit a human sacrifice? He peered around the door. There was a wooden frame, and a young woman was tied to it, naked. She was about his age, or maybe Escort Demetevler his younger sister?s. She was a redhead and had cute freckles around her nose and a mole on her chin. She was in some distress, understandably. There were scars and burns and angry red marks across her body.Three men?at least they seemed to be men by their size and shape?stood in black hooded robes around her. And now, as Biel watched, one of the three men who were there seized a red-hot poker and jabbed it into her flesh below her breasts. The young woman screamed. Biel pulled out his phone. He texted Pablo.?Dude, call the police. Send them here. I can?t believe my eyes. They?re going to kill a girl!?But when he pressed send, there were no bars of signal and no data on his phone. He cursed, realizing the same provider he used in Madrid may not operate here. He would have to rescue the girl. He looked around the corner again. The girl?s head had lolled onto her chest. Was she dead? No, her chest was rising and falling. She?d passed out.?She?s unconscious,? said one of the men.?We?ll have to wait until she revives,? said another, ?Satan needs to hear her scream.?Christ, this was fucked up. Deep down, Biel was clinging to the hope that he had stumbled onto a movie set. But, no, the men were gathering together, and he watched them vanish into the shadows. Their voices receded. Perhaps they had gone into another room. He carefully edged around the corner. The girl was still?no, she opened her eyes, which were puffy and tear-stained.Biel held his fingers to his lips as if to say, ?Don?t scream,?. He hurried over and began trying the binds around her ankles and wrists. But it was no good. They were tight, fast, and did not come away easily.?Shit,? Biel cursed, looking nervously over his shoulder.?I can?t get these undone. I need a knife. Is there anything around, that you know of?? She shook her head.?If you can?t untie me, you have to fuck me,? she said.?What?!?This was the last thing he?d expected to hear from a woman in the middle of being tortured.?I mean it. I?m a virgin and they?re offering me as a sacrifice. It?s a parallel of the Virgin Mary, I think. If I wasn?t a virgin, I?d be no good to them!?Biel thought about this.?Maybe, but won?t they kill you anyway to silence you? And kill me too???Probably. But maybe not. Maybe it would give us a chance. Now, do it!??I could try fighting them off. Hold still, I?ll go look for a weapon???No, please. Don?t leave me. They?ll come back. Please don?t leave me!?Her voice grew hysterical. Tears of terror were streaming down her face.