Dial episode 11

DIAL
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Sequence 11
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I looked at Apostle Williams with utter consternation on my face.
“I can’t be here, Pastor,” I said as calmly as I could.
“Please address me properly, young man. Apostle, my son, Apostle, not Pastor!” he said with a tight smile. “Well, why can’t you be here?”
“I was here some weeks ago, and…let’s just say something unpleasant happened and I was chased out. They wouldn’t want to see me around here.”
He smiled and put a hand on my shoulder.
“Oh, the Mrs. Kaklo issue, hm?” he said and chuckled.
I scowled.
“You know about that?”
“Oh, yes, yes, Light Duke Greyhem told me all about your sinful joust in there when I told him you needed help,” he said and laughed again. “These are God’s own people, and they believe in forgiveness. All you need to do is take a bath in the Atoning Pond, and your sins would be washed clean. Don’t worry your head about it.”
But I still had a lot of misgivings as I followed him through the grounds of BLIC.
I still remembered how mean those people had been, and how murderously vengeful Mr. Kaklo had been.
Worst, I remembered how Bajoe had looked at me.


We were eventually ushered into the huge office of His Eminent Light Duke Greyhem who was dressed in heavy and long white priestly gowns. He embraced Apostle Williams warmly, shared a few private laughs with him, and then he looked up at me, and his face became grave.
“Ah, you again,” he said, and his face was cold. “You caused a great deal of pain and misery in the house of the Supreme Light the last time you were here, young man. Because of your reprehensible behaviour, Mrs. Kaklo divorced her husband! Now he has become a drunk and we’re trying to bring him back to the light, you foolish boy!”
“Cool it, cool it, Light, my mentor,” Apostle Williams said. “Mr. Biko has learnt a great lesson, and being back here in his hour of need shows just how wonderful the ways of the Supreme Light is, doesn’t it?”
Light Greyhem moved slowly toward me and stood facing me.
“You’ve followed the same lustful and sinful desires of your penis, and it has brought you this trouble! You know very well you’re the direct cause of the girl’s death, because you promised her marriage, and used foul means to sleep with her! Akos, her name was, of Wowo!”
I stared at him, totally flummoxed.
He had hit it right on its head, and strangely, I had not expected that from him.
I had not told Apostle Williams the name of the girl, and I had not even mentioned that I promised Akos marriage, and that I drugged her with the aphrodisiac before making love to her.
It seemed there was more to the Lighter than I had first given him credit for.
“Two things, Mr. Biko,” he continued levelly. “First, you will have a bath in the Atoning Pond to wash your sins away, and then you will be present at a small union ceremony I’m holding in about an hour’s time. If your body responds as it did the last time, I would know that your bath in the Atoning Pond didn’t achieve anything, and I’ll drive you out. However, if you kill your body to the sinful lust in your soul, then I’ll help take this demonic curse off you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir, I do understand,” I said, and I was humbled.
Fifteen minutes later I found myself naked in a huge room with three pools of water. The first pool was very muddy and filled with repugnant dirt, stinking to high kingdom.
It was sizzling, as if it were being heated. An elderly man guided me to the stairs and watched as I stepped into that stinking, disgusting mess in the first pool! I almost threw up as I moved my hands in the thick sludge.
“What are you doing?” the old man asked calmly. “You must atone! You must go in deep so that it covers your head!”
“Oh, damn!” I muttered, unable to stand the nauseating stench any second longer. “No, please, I can’t dive into this! Oh, Lord, no!”
He nodded and crossed his arms across his bony chest.
“Aha!” he said calmly. “No immersion, no atonement! I’ll let the Light know you refused to atone.”
He turned to leave, and I called out then.
“Hey, wait up, I’ll go under, I’ll go under!” I said miserably.
I knew I couldn’t take the horror of Nana Bosomba’s disappearing and appearing white pot any longer, and if this would stop it, then there was only one thing to do.
So I took a deep breath, held it, and dove beneath that absolutely heinous sludge!
And when I emerged and gagged for air, I began to vomit terribly!
All that stink, all that filthiness. I had never been close to such tardiness, such sublime ugliness! My stomach heaved again and again as I vomited, and my sides began to pain me.
The old man smiled and nodded approvingly.
“Congratulations, you have now earned the title of Embers, because you’re atoned now,” he said gently with a smile. “Come out now, Embers Yao Biko!”
The moment he said that many lights came on inside the pool area, and a slow victorious music began to play as I trudged up the stairs, still covered by that thick stinking sludge.
The old man indicated the second pool, which was foamy now with soap.
“Cleanse your atoned body, Embers Biko!” he said rather proudly.
I needed no second invitation.
I dove into the soapy water, and began to clean that mess from my body and hair!
The old man used a long-handled brush to scrub that disgusting stuff off my back.
“And now, Embers Biko, take the plunge of Attained Atonement!” he said in a flourish, indicating the third pool of water.
This one had a slightly bluish look.
I slid into it gracefully.
This water was cool, perfumed and so silky that I almost fell asleep in it. It seduced my senses with its smoothness and incredibly pleasant perfume.
After soaking in it for some time, the old man told me to come out, and then he handed me some fluffy towels.
“I’ll let the Light know you’re atoned!” he croaked with a smile and patted my shoulder.
When I was dry he disappeared into a cubicle, and when he came out a white, silky bit of linen cloth was tied around his waist, knotted on the side. He was holding another piece of white linen, and he handed it to me.
“Tie it around your waist and let’s go!” he cried urgently. “The Union Ceremony is about to start! I don’t want to miss any of it!”
“Union Ceremony?” I asked as I took the piece of white linen.
“What you unlightened pagans call a Wedding Ceremony,” he said impatiently. “Hurry up, hurry up and let’s go. Here, let me show you how to do it.”
“You wear pieces of cloths to your Union Ceremonies?” I asked with raised eyebrows. “You don’t do it bare?”
“The couple will be bare to show they come in innocence,” he said, again his voice impatient. “The rest of us cover our loins to show that we respect their bare nature in their union.”
It didn’t make sense to me, though. There was really a lot of stuff I would never understand about this Bare Light International Church.
He took the linen from me and tied it around my waist, knotting it on my right hip, and then he turned and bid me to follow him.
I found Apostle Williams waiting outside the door for me, and he was also wearing a piece of white linen around his waist. He looked at me gravelly, and spoke in a serious voice.
“You remember what Light Greyhem said, don’t you, Mr. Biko?”
“What are you referring to specifically?” I asked, already filling absolutely disoriented and lost in this myriad of practices and norms.
“After your atonement bath, you’re supposed to be purged of your imperfections and sins, so you’re not supposed to get an erection in there!” he said, his voice very anxious. “He can help you deal with this spiritual attack from the fetish priest, Mr. Biko. But if you get an erection in there, you’ll be thrown out, and there’ll be no help for you.”
I sighed deeply.
“Well, at least we’re covered with the linen,” I said miserably. “Even if I do get an erection, it will hide it.”
“No, it wouldn’t!” he said sharply. “That’s just a piece of short cloth! If you get an erection it will stand up in that linen cloth! Whatever you do, please, keep your mind off any sexual thoughts! Don’t get erected! Don’t get an erection in there, Mr. Biko! This is a serious occasion. If you get an erection in there, during the Union Ceremony, it will be an abomination, and they will beat you up too, trust me!”
And so we entered the Union Ceremony Abode.
It was a huge room, another glass dome of some sort with huge white curtains from ceiling to floor, but they were tied back with silky ropes to reveal the glass walls.
At the far end of the auditorium was a raised podium.
Again, there was no chair in the auditorium, but there were artificial plants and flowers, giving it a very beautiful and ethereal look. There were even statues designed to look like real animals: lions, snakes, elephants and even bats!
The glass walls were aquariums filled with almost ceiling-high water, and filled with real fishes that swam majestically around, giving the impressions that we were underwater!
It was all so incredibly beautiful and surreal.
And that was when my problems began.
The girls were also wearing white linen cloths around their waits, and tiny white patches were fixed on their nipples.
It would have been better, far better, if they had been totally nude!
The white pieces of linen tied around their waists barely covered their buttocks! Instead, they gave them shape, the cloth parting and rolling seductively with every movement they made!
If the women bent low the cloth rode nicely up, revealing those creamy buttocks and the amazing slits beneath them! If the women turned in any direction the knot of the cloth would part, revealing a smooth curved hip and loins!
It was the sexiest sight I had ever seen!
All those women, all those shapes, all those buttocks, all those breasts…all those madness!
I looked up and swallowed hard when I saw Light Duke Greyhem standing on the podium and looking at me. No, he wasn’t actually looking at me; his eyes were fixed on my groin, waiting for the cloth to rise up with my erection.
Already I could feel the throbbing in my loins when a very curvaceous woman bent right in front of me to pick up a piece of petal from the ground.
Oh, Lord!
The woman was a white woman, but she had the big and rounded mounds of an African goddess, so fair and huge as something crazy! And nestled down there, between those thighs, was the hairless slit, and a pink little head sticking out!
My rod just began growing and growing!
Oh, dear!
The woman looked over her shoulder at me with a smile and a coy look in her eyes, and then I knew that it was a trap, sure that Light Duke Greyhem had purposefully set her up to strike that pose to drive me crazy!
I swear that all I wanted to do was grab that waist and ram home without caring!
There was sweat on my face as I swallowed hard with desire!
I turned away from her, trembling, and approached the far glass and pressed my face against it, watching the fishes. With trembling hands I pulled at a silk cord tying one of the white curtains.
The cord came free.
It was a long, strong piece of silky rope.
My erection was now complete, sticking into the glass wall.
I shut my eyes tightly.
Oh, dear, oh dear, oh dear!
Luckily there was an artificial plant to my left, blocking the view of Light Duke Greyhem. I quickly lifted the hem of the white linen, pushed my enraged organ against my left thigh, and then I used the silk cord I had removed from the curtain to tie my male organ against my thigh so that it wasn’t standing up but trapped against my inner thigh!
I tied it securely, root, middle and tip, and tied a knot just as I felt a touch on my shoulder.
“Please turn around, Mr. Biko,” said the tight voice of Light Duke Greyhem.
Quickly I pushed the hem of the linen cloth down and turned slowly to face him.
That was when I saw that everybody was looking at me, and that in fact all their eyes were fixed on my groin, expecting my erection to be pushing up the piece of linen.
But my turgid member was tied down, oh yeah, and although the pain of the cord cutting into my erected appendage was terrible, it did the work nicely, and nothing was showing inside the piece of linen.
Light Greyhem’s eyes opened wide with surprise.
And that confirmed my suspicions; the bastard had sent that bending delight to tempt me!
He scratched his eyebrow with disappointment, and then he looked into my strained eyes.
“That’s some good control, Mr. Biko,” he said appreciatively. “That is good atonement!”
He turned and walked away.
The hugely-endowed white woman who had tempted me was standing just behind him with a look of great disappointment on her face. She pouted and looked at me crossly, then she turned away.
Across the room Apostle Williams sighed with relief and gave me a thumbs-up sign.
I nodded and swallowed painfully.
Very soon the union ceremony began.
The couple appeared…absolutely bare!
Both of them had shaved crotches.
The groom’s penis was dangling flaccidly. It was long with a bump head, the type that could enter a woman with a ‘plopping’ sound.
And the woman was Bajoe, the girl I had wanted to fill Number 44 on the Dial List!
She had found herself a husband at last, a real Lighter with a bump-head dick.
She had a garland of flowers around her head, but that was all.
The ceremony began, and I just couldn’t take my eyes off Bajoe.
Goodness me, what a figure!
I looked at those incredible breasts of hers, her curved hips, those delightful legs, that protruding behind, and my powerbase increased, and my appendage reared so furiously that I was alarmed it would rip off the cord and stand tall again.
I screwed up my face with pain as the cord tying my rod cut into the tender skin.
Oh, dear!
When it was time to exchange the vows, the couple faced each other.
Bajoe suddenly opened her legs slightly, and the man placed his right hand on her hole of delight, and slowly rubbed her slit as he repeated the Vows. Bajoe’s face was straight and serene, and I wondered what the hell was going on! How could he rub her intimately like that and she remained still?
This was the most silly wedding I had ever seen, and the most crazy exchange of Vows I had ever witnessed!
Soon the man’s vows were done.
And then it was Bajoe’s turn.
She took hold of his dangling bump-head dicky and began to repeat her Vows as she rubbed her hand up and down his shaft, caressing the bump sensuously.
The man remained still with a loving look on his face, but I noticed that his eyes were shiny and big as he fought his erection, and for a moment I almost burst into laughter.
I was waiting impatiently. Surely, no man could receive a hand-job like that and remain unaffected.
Even me, standing far away and watching, could not bear the pain of my erection held tightly down by the cord!
But, surprisingly, the bump-head didn’t erect.
But the groom was suffering. I saw him bucking his buttocks back slightly as Bajoe rubbed him harder, as if he wanted to pull his bump-head from her hand.
And then her vows were done, and she released his bump-head penis which I could swear was just a little bit rooted…kwasea like that!
And the congregation of enlightened Lighters began to clap and whoop when Light Duke slipped the wedding bands on the fingers of the Union couple and pronounced them Unionted.
I breathed hollowly as they all broke into spontaneous singing and dancing, the ladies wriggling things enticingly, bending this way and that, gyrating hips and buttocks.
I leaned weakly against the glass wall…
It would have been better to die than to be subjected to this torture!
My thing was bursting! I could even feel sticky pre-cum drops crawling down my left leg, piling up against my knee. The pain of the cord cutting into my erection was terrifying.
It finally dawned on me that I could never be a member of the Bare Light International Church, BLIC.
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