Ginger Fox Part 2

"God, Baby! Is Sodoma about a half-goat man having sex with a goat?"
"Goodness, of course not!" She turns to me, looking shocked. "Sodoma is a tradition that spans history. Pagan cults that were freely practiced since the Roman Empire. For a long time, people had to hide, suppress who they were out of fear of how they’d be perceived."
"They just adapted over the years," I whisper, understanding. Time and eras have passed, but they remain here, hidden but as strong as ever.
"Sodoma is much more than just sex. It’s about power. The power of lust to completely bare your soul and still know that control is in your hands." She smiles at me, stopping in front of me and pulling down the neckline of my dress. "Sodoma is the now, Gim!"
Baby turns, pointing to the old, dark inn, almost as if no one is inside. The only thing indicating it’s not abandoned is the music faintly coming from within.
"Baby, don’t I need an invitation?" My fingers are sweaty. It’s like I know that if I enter, everything will change in my life, even more than it already has.
"You already have it, darling." The blonde continues walking, leaving me confused by her words.
"What do you mean? I didn’t receive any invitation!" I quicken my steps in my high heels to catch up with the fatal blonde, who’s swaying in front of me.
"It’s around your neck, Gim."
I raise my fingers to the tight choker she made me wear. It’s a black leather ribbon with only two initials in gems: M. R.
"What do you mean? This is your choker; you lent it to me!"
"Of course, it’s not mine, Gim." Her voice comes out with laughter, rolling her eyes. "And it’s not a choker. It’s the gift I went to get for Jonathan. It’s his mark." She stops near the stairs, smiling at me.
"Son of a bitch!" I growl with anger. Those initials are not from the jewelry, they’re the initials of Master Roy! Jonathan put a collar on my neck, and I feel like the biggest fool for not realizing it.
"Didn’t you think Roy would let his bunny roam free inside Sodoma?"
"Oh, hell!" The door opens before my fingers can reach my neck to remove the choker.
It’s not the same giant from the other night; it’s a man in an elegant suit, and he might seem normal if not for the black leather muzzle on his face. He looks between me and Baby, focusing his attention on my neck, stepping aside and extending his arm in welcome.
I’m right. Totally right. And I’m sure of it when I walk through the door, following Baby. Nothing will be as it was before.
Dim lights from chandeliers illuminate some bodies mingling. There’s no way to avoid being kicked out of your comfort zone when you see a naked man bound and kneeling on the floor, wearing a pink leather pig mask, with two women giving him their full attention. One of them is kneeling behind him, slowly masturbating him, while the other is making him swallow a rubber penis attached to a strap-on on her hips.
"Infernal feast!" Baby whispers beside me, the tip of her mask’s beak brushing against my hair.
"What?" My neck twists, and I look at her in surprise.
"The man in the center." Baby hooks her arm with mine, walking towards the wall where we can view from another angle.
"Wow!"
I cover my mouth as I see what the woman is doing behind him. She has her arm, from hand to elbow, buried inside him, sliding in and out slowly. The black glove covers her entire arm, only the shine of the lubricant making it easier to slide her forearm into the man’s stretched hole. Her other hand continues stroking him, with her fingers tightening around the red head of his member, masturbating him. I stretch my neck to see his face, only catching sight of his bulging eyes, almost popping out as he sucks on the black rubber penis.
"They’re really feasting on him." I look at Baby, who is just watching the scene with interest.
"Actually, they’re preparing him, like a delicious pig that everyone can enjoy later, hence ‘infernal feast.’ He belongs to anyone who wants to fuck him." She smiles, as if explaining a family barbecue. "Want to try?"
"Nooo!" I pull my arms back, shaking my head in denial, looking at her in terror.
Baby laughs even more, turning with me and leaving the feast for others to watch. I have to stop keeping my eyes wide open because with every step, I only become more embarrassed and curious. Not everyone is naked; in fact, most are well-dressed, engrossed in each scene happening throughout the inn. I stop in my tracks, look back, and see a round table, but it’s not appetizers that are displayed on it, or, well, I guess it is, depending on your point of view.

A woman serves food on her naked body, where a circle of five men sits around the table, practically in a business dinner. I shake my head, blinking a few times to make sure I’m seeing correctly. I continue walking, following the striking blonde in her red dress, but I stop again, even more curious than before. A couple that could seem ordinary in any other situation, but not here, makes me bite the side of my lips, watching their actions. The naked man, with his erect penis, feeds a robust woman, much beyond obese. He strokes her face tenderly, and I smile at the gesture, but his penis throbs, catching my attention. Clearly, he’s aroused while feeding her. As he takes each bite of cake to her mouth, his erection grows. I turn, trying to sneak away, but bump into the back of a sofa, almost falling backward. I only manage to steady myself, accidentally hitting a woman’s head. I give her a light tap on her hair, feeling embarrassed, and apologize.
"It’s nothing, darling." She turns, lifting her face to me, and my eyes immediately go to the man who is literally suckling at her breast. Her hands caress her swollen belly, showing that she is in an advanced stage of pregnancy.
"But people, look..." I smile awkwardly, unable to take my eyes off the breastfeeding. "Is it a boy?" My voice comes out as a whisper, almost a cry, saying the first thing that comes to mind.
The man lifts his face, releasing her breast, and when he turns to me, I see the milk dribbling down the side of his swollen lips.
"Actually, I want it to be a surprise, so I don’t know the sex yet." She smiles, stroking her belly, and my eyes expand further, staring at the milk-obsessed man who pulls out the other full breast and continues to nurse.
"Look..." I choke, not knowing what to say, scratching my head. It’s not like I bumped into her in the cafeteria line and we were casually discussing motherhood.
A slip on my leg makes me look down. I see a tiny man with his naughty hands on my knees, caressing them. I’m so paralyzed that I don’t know whether to kick him like a perverted dog rubbing against my leg or just run for the exit. He winks at me, blowing a kiss, and moves away as a nurse-dressed woman grabs him by the hand. My head tilts, coming out of shock. Now, instead of astonishment, there’s disbelief with what I see.
"Is that a diaper?" I whisper, lost, paying attention to the couple as they move away. "Christ!"
I shake my head, lifting my eyes to search for Baby. As soon as I find her blonde hair, I run to her. Baby is distracted, grabbing two glasses of champagne. When she turns to me, I snatch one of the glasses and down it in one go.
"Where have you been, crazy?" I hand over the empty glass, already finishing the other one and feeling my heart race.
"I’ve seen things I wish I hadn’t, Baby!" My voice comes out quickly, almost in tears. I point my finger up indignantly. "And on top of that, I was touched by a little man in diapers." Baby takes the empty glass from my hand, asking for more drinks from the waiter and bursting into laughter.
"Heavens! Stay away from that perverted dwarf!" Baby looks in their direction, laughing as the couple disappears through one of the doors. "Diol is a nymphomaniac."
The waiter interrupts us, bringing the champagne tray and smiling at us. This time, I refrain from looking as he turns around, not wanting to see a hairy butt in return. I notice the strange old inn is windowless, understanding why no light could be seen from the outside. Each window scattered across the walls is covered with black fabric, blocking every crack. Baby holds my hand, leading me to continue our peculiar tour. The other rooms are more explicit. Sex and cum are everywhere. A busty blonde is sitting on her knees, her hands on her knees, sticking out her tongue while three men masturbate, showering her with semen.