Dans le Murs (Part 6)

"Okay." I consulted a large chart and input data into the positioner, "Just a moment while the dish lines up." I selected an analogue channel and patched in an ancient D2-MAC decoder. Flashing bars and colours filled the screen and an ominous red light illuminated on the decoder. "Shit!" I ejaculated, "They have changed the encoding algorithm. I'll have to reprogram the decoder with a new pattern. This could take a while. Hell, they only changed it six days ago, what are they playing at?"
Withdrawing the smartcard I inserted it into the PIC Buster. I ran up the PC and loaded a suitable package.
"This will take the incoming data," I said turning to Simone who was fascinated, "and try to sort out the pattern. What they have done is to change the way they jumble up the downlink signal; this program locates the key frames that tell the software how to find the data. Once I have that the machine will reprogram the chips. Then we are all away. It can take a minute or two though. Right, lets go."
I let the machine run and the screen simply flashed "RUNNING". After two minutes the screen changed to "KEY PATTERN LOCATED" followed by "CODING". The screen then informed us that it was "TRANSFERRING DECODING PATTERN" then halted.

"I hope it was worth it." I said replacing the card into the decoder, at which the red light on the decoder extinguished and was replaced by the green, "When I last watched it was really grim."
I was right. Despite the fairly late hour the channel was carrying a mediocre sex comedy with flashes of pubic hair from the girls only. I decided to try an experiment. I realigned the dish to Eurobird 2 at 11° East; this satellite sometimes carried hard porn feeds. I selected a very low powered channel that could not normally be received on a domestic installation, even with a 90cm dish, but my 2.5m Gregorian installation with a 0.3db, cooled LNB made easy work of it. Changing to the digital receiver and IRDETO CAM I tweaked the polariser vertical until the screen lit up with explicit sex scenes.
"That's more like it." I smiled, "A lot of these clips are being beamed from one studio to another and we can often tune in and get a sneak preview. Some of the films you never see on the market while others become quite popular."

"Why don't you record and copy them?" she asked, her eyes glued to the well endowed man on the screen sliding in and out of a young girls mouth.
"Two reasons." I replied, "Firstly they are often only clips, unedited, disjointed and unsuitable for duplication although they are o.k. for private viewing and secondly, the people who make these and send them via satellite are very rough indeed. They have been known to visit people with large satellite dishes at night and damage the residents if they find a copy of one of their films. They have also got a coded marker on the signal. I can normally filter it out but I don't know if they've got any hidden ones so it's not worth the risk. I usually just watch."
"Wow, just look at that guy." she warbled to the screen, "He's hung like a donkey and she can't be any older than me. No wonder she's using her mouth, she'd never get him in down below. Bet you he hardly pops though, men with cocks like hosepipes often just drip."
"That's Kevin Weston." I said, peering at the screen, "Don't you be too sure. Both you and the little girlie may be in for a surprise."

The young girl gripped at the meat sliding in and out of her lips preventing deep throat penetration. She was on her knees in front of him while he thrust his meat into her, his hands on her blonde hair. As the camera panned upwards his stomach began to ripple and he began to groan. As it reached his face the tension was obvious.
"He's gonna come," Simone observed, "yes, that's it girlie, rub and suck the head, that'll make him..... YIKES" That's unnatural. No man can come that much. Look at it all over her face, and it's still spurting out. What is he, a man or a bull?"

The young man had released what could only be described as a deluge of thick streamers of white semen gushing out in repetitive sprays over the girls face and chin. He was now gently wanking himself and dripping globules over her chest as the girl used her fingers to spread the viscous fluid. I turned up the sound and found that it had been dubbed into German. I keyed in another PID and selected the original English soundtrack. I left Simone to watch while I worked on the coding system that we would need. All masters would be digital and we needed strong encryption but one that could be viewed with a public key by the owner of the DVD but on a normal DVD player. This was causing me a big problem and I was getting nowhere. I studied the jittery signals on the scope when there came a cry from Simone.
"Hey, I know that girl." she cried, "She's in the Upper Sixth, above me. She is a councillor’s daughter and I thought she was a prig. Wow, what she's doing with that fella ain't no homework like she ever talked about. Christ, he's got a plonker like a mule. She can hardly get her mouth around it. She'll never get him inside in a million years. Wow, he's splitting her open. Cor, Cassie you two-faced cow. Talking all high and mighty about purity and virginity then letting yourself get shafted by that. Oh, oh, careful girl, I recognise those signs. He's going to pop. Better get it out of your snatch before it all comes. That's right, into your mouth. Ayiee, there it goes. Christ, where does it all come from? Why is it that all the boys I've handled, present company excepted of course, only pop a little puddle while these guys just seem to keep it coming?"

"That's why they're on film," I told her, "simply because they can do that. It wouldn't be half so good for the viewers if the guys just dripped, would it? Most of them are on some sort of drug too." She shook her head. The signal on the scope became gibberish as the latest experiment went wrong.
"I'm giving up for tonight." I announced, "This is just not playing ball and I've a longish day tomorrow. It's time for bed, and I mean sleep not just bed."
She grinned at me as I turned off the equipment but nodded as we left for a shower and sleep. Together we slept like babies waking with the alarm at seven.

***

After breakfast I ran Simone to Lille before thrashing down the A26 to l’Ecole San Sebastian in Etienne sur Lac south of Arras. I rang the bell and asked the young woman who responded for Madeleine. I was shown into an anteroom but had hardly time to sit before Madeleine appeared. She greeted me with a light kiss on each cheek whilst pressing her hard breasts against me.
"Come," she took my hand and pulled me down the corridor after checking that the way was clear, "we are just in time. It is my day today, I am to be invested as an acolyte."
"An acolyte?" I spun round to face her, "You are actually going to join the cult, I thought you were only a novice messenger?"
"I am," she replied, pulling me forward once more, "but I decided to join. I've no family and they will look after me very well."
"Are you aware of some of the duties of an acolyte?" I asked as we entered the old part of the chateau.

She smiled winsomely. "I'm not a virgin as you well know," came the cool reply, "I know what the men and women will ask of me. It is of no concern, I will be safer and better protected than if I were outside."
She certainly had a point. "What of your investiture?" I asked, "Is it like a Sister?"
"Oh no, I don't think so," she said, "although I don't really know what a girl has to do to become a Sister. I just have to swear another oath of allegiance to the master and....."
"And what?" I insisted she continue.
"And I must allow the sacred penis to be inserted into me. Oh, it's not real, it's a stainless steel model but it is quite large. I don't think I'll have too much difficulty," she grinned at me, "after what we did the other week."

During this time we had been descending and had clambered through the tiny entrances. As we entered the precincts of the temple a Sister took Madeleine's arm and led her away while I went straight to my cubicle. My ceremonial dress had been laid out and I stripped and began to dress. There was a light tap on the door and I opened it. It was Melanthe, dressed in full robes of a First Degree Sister. Her red gown was split at the waist and simply attached under her arms allowing the curve of her breasts to be seen. The top hung low over her cleavage setting off her firmness. Two points showed where her erect nipples lay. The loose material fell away from her long, brown legs as she walked in.
"Good morrow my lord," she greeted me, "I have laid out your robe. Do you need my assistance?"
"Do you have anything on under that robe, Melanthe?" I asked out of the blue.
"No my lord," she replied quietly, "it is not permitted."
"Then lift up the hem." came my command.
"How far?" she began to raise the soft material.
"Until I tell you to stop."

She seductively raised the garment very slowly. First I could see her long legs, then her knees and then her shapely thighs. She hesitated. "Go on." I demanded. Finally she raised it so that her thighs and pussy were visible to me. I told her to stop. Her stomach was flat and taut, her sex fur jet-black and trimmed. Her lips pouted through the bush as she stood there. I could not resist her delicious charms. I dropped to my knees in front of her and brushed my lips across the fragrant mound. She parted her legs slightly so that I could nuzzle her cleft. I nibbled at the full lips and darted my tongue into the velvety crevice finding her feminine orifice and tasting the musky arousal. Her fingers gently pulled herself open so that I could attend to the length of the delightfully intimate valley. The tip of my tongue dipped into the entrance to her vagina producing a delightful response from the young woman. Here the flesh was rosy-pink in contrast with the black folds of her lips and the darkness of her pussy fur. She eagerly thrust her thighs forward so that my probing tongue thrust more deeply into her, generating erotic tingles throughout her loins. Soon her whole sex was glistening and the florid bud of her clitoris throbbed between my lips. "Fuck me quickly," she whispered hoarsely, "fill me with your big prick and make me."
"I haven't got a condom," I took my head from her muff, "and you heard the Grand Master's decree."
"I know," she said, "I've been counselled by one of the Priestesses. I've got a packet in my bag. It's over in the cupboard, a black shoulder bag. Oh, quickly, get one on and come into me, I really do want a man in my pussy."

Scrambling up I opened the cupboard, found the bag and extracted a packet of three condoms. Melanthe was already undressing me as I took out one of the foil packs. Soon I was naked, my erect penis throbbing hotly from my pubic hairs. The head was florid red and dripping lubricant. She grabbed the packet, tore off the end and, taking the slippery latex, applied it to the swollen knob.
"Let me do it." I stayed her hand, "If you carry on like that I'll come all over your fingers. Let me roll it over. Ooohh, that's it and I didn't shoot off. Lay on the rug Melanthe and open your legs I want to get this all inside you."

She threw off her robe and dropped to the thick rug spreading her thighs wide so that I could see the gleaming pink slit through the hairs. I slid onto her, the latex covered prick close to her belly.
"Put it in, put it in," she pleaded working her fingers in the slippery crease, "fill me with your enormous tool. Oh yes, oh yes, that's it, that's where it goes, in my hole. Push it in, mmm, yes, it's going in. Oooh, aaahh, yes, stretch me wide open. Ooo - ye-es."