by Carl East
"I hope so as well, because it hurt like hell," said Douglas, overhearing their conversation as he stepped out of the bathroom.
"Are you alright?" asked a concerned Courtney.
"Yes, it's just a brief pain, but it’s not something I'd wish to go through again," replied Douglas, as he sat down and took hold of one of the books.
Soon, they were too engrossed in the books to talk anymore, and it wasn't until Courtney found a chapter that sounded interesting that anyone spoke again. "What do you think about this passage? It says here that a portal into the nether regions can be made, allowing access to the gate,” said Courtney, thoughtfully.
"What does that mean?" said Jenny.
"I assume it means we can enter Hell's Gate from wherever we throw up this portal," replied Courtney.
"Why would that be useful?" asked Douglas.
"Well, if we needed to get through in a hurry, for whatever reason, we could. Maybe we'd need a route to intercept his lackeys, or a means of escape. Whatever we use it for, it could be an invaluable tool later in our quest to defeat him," replied Courtney.
"Is there a way to close it after you've conjured it up?" said Jenny, looking over at the book.
"Yes, it's just three simple words. I think we'd better check this out and see if it's for real. It wouldn't be the first time we've come across a spell that has backfired on us," said Courtney, studying the spell more closely. After a while, she felt confident enough to utter the words in the book aloud, and they watched as a darkened area appeared on the far wall. "That's it," she said, noting that it was a bit anticlimactic.
"So how do you get through it?" said Jenny, studying the portal more closely?
"I assume you just step through," replied Courtney, walking over to join her.
Just at that moment, a dark leg appeared through the portal, and in walked a demon that stood tall and had wings on his back. Courtney was taken by surprise. She began to utter the words that would close the portal, only to be silenced by a single swipe of the demon's right hand. Courtney lay on the floor motionless, and only then did Jenny realize that she hadn't looked at the portal spell, so she didn't know how to close it herself.
Douglas quickly scanned the book and only spotted the required text as a dark bolt of energy left the beast's hand and struck him on the chest. Now, Jenny was alone, and she was wondering what course of action to take when the demon made his move. Until now, he'd been wearing what appeared to be a loincloth, which barely covered his privates, but suddenly Jenny could see his cock growing from beneath it and lifting itself free of its covering.
Pulling it off, the beast revealed a thick, enormous shaft that was oozing at the tip and Jenny was caught under the evil spell of lust once more. Frightened, yet aroused, she tried to reach the salvation of the spell book, but she was stopped in her tracks. The demon strode toward her, towering over her delicate frame. Reaching down with his hands, he simply shredded her blouse and then tore her bra away. Her nipples were bright pink and fully distended when he began to manipulate her breasts, and even though she felt disgust, her hands reached out to his cock with an urge she had no will to fight.
Her hands shook as she tried to fight the urge, but the lust was so strong, it was as if it had to prove a point. Her hands took hold of his shaft as he stepped even nearer, and running the fingertips up the full length of this impressive tool, she began to get wet at the anticipation of feeling him inside her.
He seemed to read her mind, and at that moment, he placed both his hands under her ass checks, lifted her up and sat her astride his hips as if she was a hood ornament. As she hung there, looking up, almost face-to-face with this beast, she knew what was coming next, and while she fought it mentally, her body was giving in to the coming pleasure. She felt the long cock rubbing between her lips, with only her panties keeping them apart, when suddenly she felt a cool burst of air as his hardened member pierced through the sheer material.
With ease, he pulled her up and down, rubbing his cock between her lips, preparing the length with her wetness. She began to moan aloud as his shaft rubbed against her clit slowly but surely. In an instant, she felt the head, thick and hot, slip through her lips to find her opening, and with one motion, it slid all the way in before sliding all the way out. She could feel her juices running down her legs, and she couldn't have cared less, for as she came the first time, he began to pull her up and down even harder.
Then, she felt another two strong hands gripping her from behind and quickly realized that another demon had crossed over. When she felt the pressure of a second cock pushing against her butt cheeks, she screamed, but not in pain, only pleasure. She felt like a rag doll as they repeatedly violated her two swollen holes, yet her orgasms were coming back-to-back.
It's when she felt the first demon coming that she lost total control, as he seemed to be spraying her inner wall with such a force as he came in floods of hot, sticky, demon seed. Her legs were soaked, and her mind was a blur of emotions. All she knew was that she never wanted this moment to end, and it was at that point that it did.
Jenny suddenly found herself on the floor, ass bruised, and surrounded by her tattered and torn clothing. She looked up slowly and realized why. Standing over the book with blood streaming down her forehead was Courtney, who must have closed the portal, making the demons return to their own realm.
"I'm so sorry, Jenny," said Courtney, as she helped her to her feet.
“Oh God, Courtney,” she sobbed, “When will this end?” The constant emotional rollercoaster of shame and pleasure were killing them all, slowly but surely.
“It's okay, it’ll be all right. We’ll make it if we stick together,” said Courtney.
She held on as Jenny sagged against her. Courtney tried to comfort her, but was finding it difficult, as the strain was taking its toll on her also. They stood there together, lost for a moment, trying to find some reason for all this madness.
Slowly, Jenny began to pull away, trying to pull her tattered clothes around her. She finally brought her eyes up to meet Courtney’s and saw her friend’s condition. “Courtney, you don't look so good. You have blood and bruises all over your face. Here, let me bathe that nasty cut you have there," said Jenny, moving on shaky feet to go for the first aid kit in the bathroom.
Douglas started to come around, reaching for his chest as he tried to sit up. The blow from the demon must have cracked a few of his ribs. He turned to his side, and finally managed to get up using a chair for balance. He moved forward in an effort to help Courtney clean up the floor and bits of clothing, but had to stop. He sank back into the end chair and begged Jenny to bring back painkillers as she disappeared in the bathroom. Jenny shuffled out from the bathroom with supplies and helped the others. They didn’t say much while trying to clean each other up. It was so difficult to look into each other’s eyes after what just had happened. Everyone was deep in their own private thoughts, trying to cope with what was happening, and each wondered silently how this was going to turn out and if they would survive.
Chapter 17
The following day brought rain and a dull looking sky that did nothing to brighten their moods. Jenny stared listlessly into space and was strangely quiet.
Courtney had been keeping an eye on her, and she was forced to ask, "Are you all right, Jenny?"
Slowly turning to Courtney, she replied, "I'll be all right; I just need to find a way of fighting back. I feel so useless. I’ve tried to fight them, but they seem to be able to take us whenever they feel like it, and nothing we do makes any difference."
"I know how you feel, I feel the same way. Take heart, I think I've found something that could help us," replied Courtney.
Jenny looked up to see Courtney summoning them both to join her at the table as she began to read a passage written in Latin in the book before her.
"It says here that Hell's Gate is the center of the demons’ power over us mortals."
Jenny’s head was down on the tabletop,
eyes closed, when she replied, "So, how does that help us?"
"Well, what if all we had to do was destroy the gate in order to stop their plans?" said Courtney.
Jenny lifted her head to see a look of hope written all over her friend’s face.
"Could it really be that simple? Don't forget, you stopped me from trying to do just that. You said it would unleash Hell's spawn onto these very streets," replied Douglas moodily.
"I know what I said, but now I'm thinking that maybe I was wrong. The truth is, I really don’t know. I’m not sure about anything anymore. We’ve tried so many things and failed, but we have to keep on trying. We have a lot to lose if we fail, and we’ve been through so much already, but how can we stop trying?" said Courtney.
They all shook their heads at that one and agreed that the gate should be destroyed. Douglas got up from the table, cringing in pain from his chest and ribs. Since he knew something about demolition, it was up to him to get together what they needed. He just hoped that for once, a plan would go right and they would end up on the winning side.
A few hours later, with everything gathered they were on their way to the mansion once more. Of course, they'd thought to use the portal again, but after the last time, Courtney wasn't prepared to risk it. Twenty minutes later, they were parking beside the boarded-up old house, and preparing for what might be the final encounter with the demons of Hell.
Courtney was standing on the front steps holding onto Jenny’s hand. She didn’t want to ask, but she forced herself to say, "I think the only way to do this will be to distract them long enough for Douglas to do his thing. Do you think you could do that with me, Jenny, one last time?"
"Yes, I can do that," she replied, holding onto Courtney's hand like a lifeline.
They proceeded to enter the house and found it quite cold as they ventured into the library. Douglas wasted no time. He went straight to the hidden room and proceeded down the long stairs with a backpack balanced on his right shoulder. "I'll be as quick as I can," he said, with an uncertain smile.
Courtney and Jenny nodded and tried to smile as he disappeared down the steps, but neither spoke. As of yet, Courtney hadn't noticed any disturbances in the air, and she hoped that it was a good sign. In her mind, she knew without question that Satan was well aware of their presence. She just hoped that he had no clue as to what they were going to do there. Suddenly, she heard a sound coming from the hall.
Jenny approached the door and peered out, but she could see nothing. As she turned to report to Courtney, a sudden chill ran through her body. She saw Courtney floating in midair, unable to speak, and grasping her throat. She then felt herself rising into the air, knowing what would follow.
I'm glad you've returned, my sweet, said an insidious voice in Jenny's head.
Fuck you, thought Jenny, knowing it would read her mind.
Is that anyway to talk to your lover, replied the voice, sly and mocking.
Courtney was having a discussion in her mind too, pretty much along the same lines as Jenny. Why have you prevented us from speaking?
You mortals talk too much, besides don’t you think this is more intimate?
Courtney didn't bother to answer. She was sick and tired of it all, and she didn't want to join in with Satan’s sick sense of humor. Once again, their clothing was being removed, and invisible hands began to torment them.
They were both disgusted by the same old tired routine, and they knew there was nothing they could do to prevent it. Suddenly, they heard a scream coming from the direction of the secret room, and they feared the worst. Knowing they could nothing, they waited for the inevitable. Their clothes had been removed and discarded to the floor.
Jenny then felt mouths covering her nipples and sucking on them with some force, as did Courtney. Looking at each other, they could see indents appearing along each of their bodies, as if many hands were fondling them. By now, they knew the expected spell of lust would start coursing through their bodies, and as predicted, they both began to get extremely wet from the attention they were being given.
However, the spell did not stop a tear of despair from forming in Jenny's eyes, as she once again braced herself to be used by these pieces of shit. When she felt a hardness entering her pussy, she also felt the predictable surge of lust take over, and she opened her legs involuntarily. She then felt something hard pushing against her lips, and she opened her mouth to accommodate it. As the invisible shaft slid down her throat, she found that she was still fighting the feeling of joy from being used in this manner.
Courtney was going through the exact same things; the only difference was that something was fucking her in the ass as well. She felt shame and despair that this torture was enjoyable, but she knew that it was out of her control.
After an hour of this, they were released, and gradually they came to their senses. Getting dressed, they proceeded determinedly to the secret room in the hopes of finding Douglas still in one piece. What they found was the most horrific thing they'd ever witnessed, for there on the wall next to Hell's Gate was Douglas. He'd been pinned to it by several large spikes in both his legs and arms. The blood was seeping down the wall, and Douglas was almost on his last breath.
"Oh, dear God, Douglas, what have they done to you?" whimpered, a sympathetic Jenny.
"Get...out...cough...of here...,” he said, finally giving up the effort and dropping his head forward.
Courtney reached up to check on him, but found no pulse. "He's dead!" she cried, as her head fell forward in grief.
Silently, Jenny picked up the primed explosives and strapped them to her belt. She turned to Courtney.
"Get out of here…now!" she said, pointing to the stairs.
"No, come with me. Please come with me," begged Courtney, grabbing her arm.
"No, it ends here, and I want to be the one who ends it. By rights, I shouldn't be here; you saved me to fight for another day. Well, that day’s here, and I will not allow this to continue," replied Jenny.
She forcefully pushed Courtney towards the stairs.
"But...but!" started Courtney. She stopped when she saw the look on Jenny's face.
"If you ever cared for me or for Douglas, please go. This is something I have to do," finished Jenny, and she turned to face the gate.
Courtney held a pleading glance upon Jenny, but she knew that it was useless. Turning towards the stairs, she started to walk, and then began to run, shouting out to Jenny to blow the fuckers away.
Jenny smiled at that, and walked over to the gate.
"Do you imagine I would allow something like you to destroy my gate, slut?" said a voice just beyond it.
"No, I wouldn't imagine you'd allow me to blow this thing up, but then you couldn't possibly imagine me doing this, could you?" she said, setting off the explosives that were tied to her belt.
"NO...!" was the last thing Courtney heard as the explosion shook the house around her.
Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Courtney found her way blocked by falling masonry and knew that no one could have survived such an explosion. Sitting down heavily onto one of the few remaining steps, Courtney placed her head into her hands and began to sob uncontrollably. She cried until there were no tears left, and then, looking up towards Heaven, she said a few words. "You'd better look after those two, because I’ll never forgive you if you don’t." Standing up and forcing her way past the blocked doorway, she finally broke free and left the house behind her.
Once outside, she looked back, praying that this would be the last time she'd ever have to come here or see this evil place again. She slowly got into her car and drove off, wondering how she ever was going to survive without her friends, and how she could forget the torment that she had been through.
Meanwhile, amongst the rubble that was once the gate, a demon’s hand twitched once before falling lifelessly onto the gate's Latin-inscribed motto, which loosely translated, read, “Enter here at thy peril.”
Chapter 18
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Jenny, no…!” screamed Courtney, as she bolted upright in bed. She looked around the room, trying to figure out where she was, and after a few seconds, she remembered. Lying back down, she looked up at the ceiling and let the tears begin to roll down her cheeks. When she glanced at the clock, she decided to get up.
It’d been a couple of weeks since they’d stopped, or rather, slowed down the plans of evil. Courtney felt that the cost was too high, and her dreams only served to remind her of that fact. She spent her time now looking for signs, any signs, which might point to evil gaining a foothold in this reality.
She wandered out to the kitchen to put on the coffee and then headed for the shower. The past weeks had been awful, and remembering the torture she had gone through, she showered and rubbed her skin until it was almost raw. Not being able to take any more, she turned off the water and stepped out for the towel. Using the end, she wiped the steam off the mirror and stood there for a long time, looking for any reflections on her face for the changes she had been through. It just didn’t seem right that you could live through something like that and not have it reflected on your face, she thought. Combing her hair and getting dressed, she headed for the kitchen and sat at the bar to drink her morning pick-me-up. It was so quiet and still that you could hear the clock ticking as the minutes passed away. A few minutes later, there was a light knock on the door, and when she went to see who was there, she found Kate greeting her with a good morning.
“Hi, Kate, come in,” said Courtney, not feeling part of the world just yet.
“You’ve had that dream again, haven’t you?” observed Kate.
“Yes, but I’m also waiting for the coffee to kick in,” replied Courtney, offering the reverend a cup.
“If it helps any, I can assure you that both Jenny and Douglas are in the hands of God,” said Kate, to comfort her.
“They’d better be. I’ll want words with him if they aren’t,” retorted Courtney.
“Anyway, I’m here at the request of Father Jacob. He’s convinced that there is an actual possession going on, and he needs help to remove the demon. In all his years of exorcism, he’s never come across one this powerful. The victim in this case is an eighteen-year-old student of mythology, and someone who is very religious. Her name is Sarah. You told me that you wanted to hear of any signs, so I thought I’d better stop by to let you know,” said Kate.