None More Black

by Williams, Brett

  “Sangre virgen, tan fresco como puede ser, ofrecido a la Madre, a los espíritus. Impartirnos poder!”

  And drew the glimmering blade slowly, shallowly, and painfully across the palm of her left hand.

  “Kasas! Suvos! Mother Earth! Accept this young woman's offering of untainted blood in exchange for our coven's power!”

  Brainy smudged blood across the forehead of those in attendance before doing the same to herself and finally adding a symbol of power along with a soaring creature of the night on the floor.

  “Now...” Brant said.

  Sassy whispered, “Here comes the part I'm not so keen on.”

  “Now, instead of bowing to the devil for power, we shall humbly display our equality within the coven to each other, with a mockery our spirit sponsors shall enjoy.”

  Brant began to disrobe, as did the rest of the coven, with the exception of Brainy and Skinny, who both wore dresses. Instead, they hiked up their skirts. Skinny discarded her panties; Brainy wore none.

  Witches in league with the devil for their power displayed their allegiance by performing analingus on the devil. As a renegade coven seeking power from a demon who values debasement, the coven instead, lying on the basement floor, began to lap at the genitals and anus of each other. They writhed from one person to the next. Each of the witches took turns performing fellatio, lapping at the scrotum, and licking the anus of Brant, who returned the favor.

  Their efforts grew increasingly frenzied, with the young women beginning to moan, as candle flames surged with power. The atmosphere hung heavy, a storm front of otherworldly energy, until the hair on their bodies stood on end... Electricity arced across their bodies, jumping from mouth to breast to lips to penis to tongue to anus.

  Until the power discharged and candlelight dimmed.

  Several of the coven screamed out in ecstasy.

  Eventually they rose and began to dress, the ritual complete and power bestowed as a coven upon them.

  “I'm going to perform another rite,” Brainy announced. “With Mr. B. Florecimiento de la Bruja.”

  Goth Witch looked taken aback. “Are you serious?”

  “What's that?” Sassy asked. The others didn't appear familiar either.

  Brant went to her, erection wilting. “Do you have enough energy left?”

  “Yes,” Brainy said. She didn't appear entirely sure.

  “Do you want us to leave?” Goth Witch asked.

  “No. You can stay.”

  “This is monumental,” Goth Witch said.

  “What is it?” Sassy asked again.

  “You'll see,” Goth said.

  Brant put an arm on Brainy's shoulder. “Whenever you're ready.”

  She took a deep breath. Exhaled. The others gathered around.

  “O Mother Earth!” Brainy began. “O spirit sponsors!”

  “Kasas!” Brant said. “Suvos!”

  “Offero tibi virginitas!” I offer to you my virginity. “Via Hic meus veneficus!” Via this man, my warlock sponsor.

  Brainy slid seductively to the apothecary box to remove bottles and returned to the circle.

  “Unxi esta male specimen por essentialis olea Manibus Matrique Terrae deberi.” I anoint this male specimen with essential oils of Mother Earth.

  She then poured oil into her palm and began to massage Brant’s skin, beginning at the shoulders and working her way down to the thighs. She poured more into her hand to massage his manhood.

  “Boy, is he hung,” Goth Witch whispered.

  Fat Witch added, “I wouldn't mind some of that, even if he is older.”

  Brainy stood, slowly spun as she slipped the dress off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor to expose her naked virginal body. Brant liked what he saw, and liked even more what she was about to do, for him but especially for herself.

  “Tradidero corpus meum carnali scientiam scientiae spiritalis potentiae, ut non possit tibi tellus mi Qassam O Kassas, O Suvos! Esta me impartire apprehensionem et virtutem hominis. ” Brainy chanted. I give my body for carnal knowledge, for spiritual knowledge, for power that not all can offer to you, O Mother Earth, O Kasas, O Suvos! Impart your knowledge and power in me as this man.” She cut her eyes at Brant. “This man I call Mr. B.”

  Brainy dropped to her knees and accepted him into her mouth. She worked his growing erection amateurishly before saying, “Give me carnal knowledge. Oh, please. I've waited so long, for knowledge, for power, for... cock. I can think of no one else, my mentor, my peer, my warlock and coven leader. Please lay with me.”

  “Gladly.”

  Brant, rigidly erect now, pressed lips to hers, lifted her off the floor. Her legs wrapped around him and he, feeling the glorious yielding of flesh, eased himself into her yielding flesh.

  “Ohh...” She winced in brief pain and he knew he'd taken her hymen, her virginity. Now he'd give her the carnal knowledge she so dearly wanted so that she would earn the power she lusted for.

  She clutched him tightly as he worked himself in and out. She whimpered, moaned, bit his shoulder delicately as the rest of the coven whispered in amazement.

  Brant then eased themselves to the floor, to the symbols painted there. Sitting entwined they began to cavort in rhythmic, animalistic movements, calling out for power! Knowledge! A sign! Again, candlelight flared. Brant sensed the shadowy entity in the room and more otherworldly prying eyes. He’d never felt so diabolical, so surging with power, all culminating in his swollen scrotum which beckoned for release.

  “Give me the power of your semen,” Brainy demanded. “Fill me with carnal knowledge so that I may understand that which our sponsors, specifically Kasas, wishes I know. “Give it to me. Now, my warlock!”

  Vaginal muscles, already working overtime, clamped Brant tightly, fingernails dug in deep as Brainy clung to him just as tight, her lithe, sweat-slicked body pressed against his in the oppressively warm (when had it grown so warm?) room.

  Brant gave her what she wanted.

  Once the spasms of ecstasy subsided, they took to each other’s genitals to taste the glory the rite had created, and Brant felt the power within the room, within Brainy, within their newly-formed coven.

  And he loved it.

  24

  Nervously bouncing a knee, Gary Dowdy sipped at a cup of hot cocoa. He'd chosen a table based on its proximity to the front entrance of the coffee shop, as that's what Becky Sterling, a.k.a. GothGrrl96, had suggested. Surrounded by caffeine, Gary found it odd to be jonesing for a fix. Though he loved caffeine, he couldn't tolerate coffee. He wondered if the stuff would taste any better at five bucks a pop but decided not to find out. Perhaps another time.

  With a swipe of a finger, he unlocked the screen of his smart phone and double-checked that Becky hadn't text messaged him. They'd graduated to text messages after a weekend of messages through the dating app, and another two days sending text messages before talking briefly, very briefly, over the phone. That's when they'd decided, on Becky's suggestion, to meet for coffee, here, Friday after Gary got off work. He'd taken off early, went home, and showered.

  Wind and cold blew in when someone entered the coffee shop. White flakes of snow clung to a goth girl's bobbed black hair and black coat.

  Gary stood as his pale date scanned the room.

  “Hi,” he said. “You must be Becky.”

  Her eyes scanned him head to foot. “Sorry, my name's Rebecca. Jeez, can't a girl go anywhere without being hit on?”

  “Oh. Well. Sorry to—”

  “You must be Gary.”

  “Well, um, yeah.”

  “Just screwing with you. Rebecca, Becca, Becky. Get it?”

  “Oh. Ha. Good one.”

  “Not really. You already bought a drink, I see. I suppose you expect me to buy my own.”

  “No. I just got here early. Didn't want to—”

  “In that case,” Becky headed toward the counter, “I'll take a mocha latte.”

  Gary ordered, paid, started to lead her back to the t
able where he'd been sitting but she said, “Let's sit over here, by the fire.”

  The place offered a small sitting area near a fireplace being put to good use on this blustery January Colorado evening.

  “So, you work in I.T.,” Becky said.

  “Yes, that's right.” Gary elaborated briefly before asking with air quotes, “What exactly does 'retail bitch' entail?”

  “Mostly I work the customer service desk at a department store. My specialty is complaints. Put a cute blonde doing my job and people will complain all day. With me, though, I nip it in the bud real quick. They think if they complain too much I'll hex their ass or some shit.”

  “Wow,” Gary said.

  “I'm a people person.”

  Gary, not sure how to respond, allowed a silence to come between them as he sipped cocoa and gazed into the fire. Luckily, a barista announced that Becky's drink was ready and Gary got it for her.

  “Thanks,” Becky said. “You never know what to expect when you meet someone on a dating site. You know how it is.”

  Gary didn't actually know but he nodded along as if he did.

  “I knew you were okay when you didn't message me a bunch of dick pics.”

  “Guys really do that?”

  “Trust me.” Becky rolled her eyes. “I had to upgrade the storage on my phone.”

  Gary didn't know how to respond, so he allowed Becky the next word.

  Becky sipped at her coffee, said, “Guess I can text my friend and tell her you're not a serial killer. You're not a serial killer, are you?”

  Gary, taken aback, said, “What? No. No, I'm no serial killer.”

  “Damn,” Becky said sarcastically, poking at her phone. Then, after putting it away, added, “Maybe I'll be your first.”

  “Oh. Ha. You're a funny one.”

  “Yeah, I'm kinda odd. Not everyone gets me.”

  “I'm the same way,” Gary said, and it was true. He often felt like the odd man out. He still did, here with Becky, but he was nervous, and she seemed to want to keep him on his toes, which is right where he was. He took a deep breath, held it, exhaled slowly.

  “So...” Becky continued, “are you interested in continuing this conversation, this date? Or is this a missed connection?”

  Oh, no. Gary was nervous, sure. He hadn't relaxed and didn't quite know what to say. But Becky, with her quirky comments and macabre humor, didn't put him off. In fact, he found himself warming to her, and it wasn't simply due to hot cocoa and a raging fire, but a chance to do something besides kill Viet Cong with high school kids on a Friday night. He replied, “No, Becky. I mean yes. Yes to the continuation of the conversation, the date. No to a missed connection. I mean, I'm kind of...”

  “Kind of odd, too. I get that,” Becky confided. “Two peas in a pod, even if the peas are entirely different kinds of peas and the pod is a life pod set adrift in outer space.”

  “Wow. That's like...”

  “Like deep and shit. I know.” Becky sipped coffee while Gary faked sipping coffee with his empty cup of formerly hot cocoa. Becky finally said, shortening Gary's name, “So tell me, Gar, what's this you mentioned about some sort of occult shit you accessed on your computer?”

  Gary couldn't believe she'd brought up the topic. He'd only mentioned the fact once or twice, right at the onset of their messaging, primarily because she obviously was into dark stuff. Goth stuff, whatever that entailed. Gary wasn't certain. He mentioned slow server response at a domain ripe with possibilities of access to occult information, but with plenty of access, he added in a whispered voice, to disturbing content, pics and vids mostly.

  “No shit,” Becky said. “I wouldn't mind seeing that. I mean, if you wouldn't mind showing me sometime.”

  “Sure,” Gary, feeling proud, said. “Anytime.”

  “Well, the night is young. Perhaps we could stop for peppermint schnapps.”

  “Fuck, it sure is cold outside,” Becky said as they stepped inside Gary's studio apartment.

  “Nice and warm in here, though,” Gary said.

  Becky shed her heavy coat and Gary realized that, although a few Jenny Craig meals might work in her favor, she wasn't nearly as overweight as her heavy coat had implied.

  “I'll hang that in the closet for you,” he said as he slipped out of his own winter coat.

  “Well ain't you a keeper,” Becky said. “So this is your humble abode.”

  Gary, coats hung in closet, turned to Becky, who was admiring his entertainment center.

  “I thought you read books,” Becky said.

  “I do. I game, read, goof on the computer, watch TV. All sorts of stuff. That's an X-Box One and a 50-inch flat screen.”

  “The more inches the better,” Becky quipped. “I'll take my schnapps on the rocks.”

  “Oh, okay. Just a sec. Feel free to turn on the TV. The remote's by the chair.”

  “You have only one chair.”

  “There's another in the other room.”

  Gary dropped ice cubes in a tumbler, splashed in schnapps. He turned to find Becky had wandered into the bedroom.

  “So this is your command center,” she said.

  Gary smiled. “That's the command center.”

  “This is where you watch snuff videos and whack off.” She took the tumbler from him and brought it to her lips.

  “No,” Gary stuttered, “I-I don't w-watch snuff videos and—”

  “Chill. I'm just busting your balls. You didn't pour yourself a drink? Pour yourself a drink, then show me one of those videos. Or a pic. Something. I wanna see someone's life snuffed out.”

  Gary poured himself a schnapps on the rocks before returning to the bedroom; Becky sat spinning in his office chair. She stood up, sipped her drink, said, “Now show me.”

  Gary sat down and, after toggling the KVM switch from the RS/6000 he'd been messing with yesterday, pulled up a browser window and navigated to the bookmarked page of KaosKansas.com.

  “Pics or vids?” he asked.

  “Pic me.”

  “Pick you?”

  “You know, pull up a pic.”

  “Oh.”

  Gary drilled around before opening random pics. A girl in a dungeon being slapped; another girl, with a cock in her mouth, bleeding; a few other equally violent yet somewhat sexual images of women in ecstasy/agony.

  “That's some hot stuff.” Becky sipped her drink. “Now show me a video.”

  A video launched to life on Gary's fiber connection after he clicked a link: more violent erotica.

  “Have any candy?” Becky, now sitting on Gary's mattress as he manned the keyboard, said.

  “Yeah. Sure. M&M's plain, an assortment of fun size candy bars, and, I believe, Skittles.”

  “Do I look like a Skittles kinda girl? Top off my drink and bring me some fun-sized bars.”

  “Sure.”

  Gary returned a moment later with a handful of chocolate bars. Becky started unwrapping them and stuffing them into her mouth as he launched another video.

  A battered girl being double-penetrated.

  A bleeding girl being gang-raped.

  A girl being...

  “Fucking hell,” Becky said. “These look so real.”

  “They do look real.”

  “I believe they killed her.”

  “Otherwise she deserves an Academy Award.”

  Becky laughed, stuffed the last chocolate bar in her mouth, said with her mouth full of candy, “Best Special Effects in a Snuff Film goes to...” She swallowed, laughed, said, “Gary, you're an all-right guy. I'm glad we agreed to meet.”

  “Yeah, me too.” Gary glanced out the window and noticed Old Man Winter whipping around snowflakes. Big snowflakes.

  “It's really coming down outside,” Becky said before draining her drink.

  “Yes, it is. Maybe I should take you back to your car before the roads get too bad.”

  “That's one option,” Becky, still sitting on the mattress, said. “Or, instead of showing me perv video
s, you could come over here and fuck me.”

  Gary, unable to believe his ears, sipped at his drink.

  “It's okay. I'm on the pill. And I want you to make me feel alive.”

  Gary found himself still at a loss for words.

  “It's okay,” Becky promised. “Most of the guy's I've fucked were virgins. You're not a virgin though, are you, Gary?”

  “No. I did it once in college.”

  “Well, come over here and do it again.”

  25

  “Isn't my outfit cute, Sir?”

  “You look adorable,” Brant told Katie.

  “Adorable and professional.”

  She did look adorable and professional, like an executive assistant turned party planner for a rave, which Brant realized is exactly what had happened. Jenna looked the same, albeit more adorable than professional, in day-glo colors, including lipstick, neon hair ribbons, and glitter. Jenna wore a child's binky on a lanyard around her neck.

  “Don't worry, Sir,” Katie said. “I'll be a good girl and not do any drugs tonight. I won't even take X. It's one of your rules.”

  “Yes, it is. Let's make sure everything is ready for when our guests arrive.”

  Brant, Katie, and Jenna had arrived early at the Austin server site. It was Friday and the first of the equipment Joey Kincaid had ordered wouldn't be delivered until Monday. Raised flooring was scheduled to be installed Tuesday. But tonight, in celebration of this milestone achievement, there would be a party. With the site located deep in an industrial area that had seen better days, they weren't concerned with loud music or parking. They could do whatever they wanted.

  There would be an open bar, with a staff of bartenders. A DJ, lights, food, bottled water, candy (Katie's idea), glow sticks, and plenty of drugs on the way, courtesy of Brant's connection with Jenna's dealer. Brant had offered top dollar for an assortment of narcotics, insisting they be of the highest purity level, uncut. The man had promised to do what he could.

  Jenna tugged Brant's arm as they inspected the arrangements. “I need a bump,” she said. “You can't expect me to host a rave feeling this low.”

  “I'm sure you'll score plenty, later. Go pour yourself a drink to take the edge off. In fact, grab me a beer while you're at it.”