by Graham Wynd
Someone in the police station had loose lips.
Trixie was determined that their Kappa project, as they were all referring to it, would cement their power and bring them to the next level. She wanted to achieve an actual physical manifestation, so they were studying the books hard now that midterms were over. It wouldn’t do to bring attention to the house with bad grades, so as sorority president, Trixie had made sure everyone was passing at minimum, but they had hopes that Lena and Sandra would make the Dean’s list this semester.
But her real zeal was for the summoning. They would grab the Kappa and use him as a conduit for the ritual. It was just a matter of argument now whether an innocent vessel or a corrupt one would be best.
“It’s hard to tell,” Sandra said with a frustrated noise. “They don’t exactly spell things out. Everything is so roundabout: you have to make an educated guess that when they say something like ‘prepare the flesh’ that it means what you think it means. I mean, it could be just washing it, I suppose, or it could mean flaying it off them.”
“Trial and error, I guess.” Trixie tapped her diary. “That’s why I’m keeping good notes for each ritual. What works, what doesn’t. We’re learning. As we figure things out we can keep track of them.” She leaned back and stretched. They had been hitting the books for hours now.
“Turn, let me rub your shoulders.” Sandra put down her book and flexed her fingers. The afternoon light in Trixie’s room had a curious brightness despite the lowering sun. They both liked to study in here. All the really good books were close to hand and the bed, though narrow, was firm enough to be good for sitting as well.
“Oh, that feels wonderful,” Trixie cooed as Sandra manipulated her shoulders. The orgies were really great but sometimes it was nice to just relax on their own. Soon the back rub turned to kisses on her neck and quickly thereafter their clothes were on the floor as they writhed together trying to outdo each other in bringing pleasure. Afterward they lay arm in arm, hip to hip and plotted the timing of the next victim.
“We have to catch him on his own,” Trixie said before nuzzling her way along Sandra’s breast. “No one can see him with any of us. It’s exciting to try to get away with something so close by, but we have to be smart.”
“Maybe I can tail him when I see him in town. The hard thing is that they always seem to be in pairs. Jeez, they say it’s girls who go to the bathroom in twos.” She laughed and arched her back as Trixie bit her nipple. Soon she was moaning again.
“Do you two ever stop?” Lois shouted from the hallway and a couple of the other girls tittered. Trixie and Sandra’s laughter joined in. It was good to be in a sorority.
The next morning Trixie found the opportunity they had been hoping for. She had been up early to enjoy the crisp morning air and decided to walk to Pappy’s grocery instead of taking the car. As she headed down the quiet Row, a car pulled up beside her.
“Need a ride?”
Trixie smiled at the oafish Pole, as if she were glad to see him. “I’m just going to Pappy’s for some milk.”
“I can drop you. Coach wanted some help before practice, so I got to run into town for some doughnuts.”
Trixie got in the T-bird. These new ones are so ugly! Last year’s were so much sleeker. But she didn’t say that to him. Doubtless the newer the better with these dolts. She wished that she’d baited the trap a little better, but the traditional chicken parts would doubtless do however they were dressed. She leaned forward as if to get something out of her purse, making sure that a little more of her breasts and thighs showed as she scooted in her seat. “Well, the Kappas have gone all out for Halloween.”
It was just the right topic. Apparently most of it was his idea, or so he claimed, and the dullard had no end of details about how it was all put together. Trixie didn’t need to do more than murmur an “Oh really?” now and then. He had, not so subtly, begun to check out her form so she figured that counted as a bite.
Now to set the hook.
“Well, thank you for the ride,” Trixie said in her best imitation Monroe as she leaned toward him. “I wish there were some way to show you my gratitude.”
He laughed. “There are all kinds of ways to show gratitude.”
“Why, you naughty boy,” Trixie teased. “Are you implying something… improper?” She hopped out of the car, then leaned back in the window she had carefully rolled down during the drive despite the chilly air. “Bad boys get spanked. Isn’t that the fraternity tradition?”
Pole laughed again. He didn’t even pretend his eyes weren’t glued to her cleavage. “I’m willing to get spanked if I get something for it.”
Trixie lowered her voice, as if to speak confidentially. “My friend told me you were interested in seeing a couple of us fine ladies express our mutual love for one another.” She wiggled ever so slightly so her breasts bulged a little. “We don’t mind if you watch. But you have to be discreet.”
“Discreet?” He was practically panting and his left hand slipped down to cover the sudden bulge at his crotch.
“You can’t tell your buddies. You have to come,” she gave the word a little extra emphasis, “on your own.”
“Okay.”
“Tomorrow night is Devil’s Night. I know you boys will probably be out TP-ing houses or whatnot, but maybe about seven you can slip down to the Nu house. Come to the back door.” His eyes looked ready to bulge out of his head like a Tex Avery cartoon wolf.
“Okay.” The word came out almost as a squeak. He shifted in his seat in obvious discomfort.
Trixie grinned. “You never know. I’ll see how many of the girls are up for it. Just remember: not a word to anyone or it’s all off. Ta ta.” She stood up and walked slowly into the grocery store, swinging her hips like a bell, trying not to laugh. Peeking out the window, she saw he was still sitting in the car, probably willing his boner away.
Frat boys: it was like picking low hanging fruit.
Trixie walked back to the house swinging the jug of milk and singing ‘Come On-a My House’ and feeling very pleased with herself. “Oh ladies,” she called out from the door as she waltzed in, “We have a plan!”
There were so many preparations to carry out. They had learned so much from their first ritual murder: a squad of sisters was dispatched to the hardware store and another group to the big supermarket for plastics. Trixie and Sandra worked on the summoning spell.
“I think we need to spill a lot more blood,” Sandra said, tapping a pencil at her teeth as she frowned at the yellowed tome.
“That’s my girl,” Trixie winked.
xi
Devil’s Night: Sandra wondered if the name’s ancient origins meant that women in times long gone had done as they were doing tonight, preparing for an orgy to summon a demon and finally wrest power away from the men who did their best to pretend they had control. Silly things! It was so clear the real power was creation. Gods created worlds, women created people.
Demons tore it all apart.
She grinned.
“That evil looking smile can’t just be from reading The Price of Salt,” Trixie said, slinging an arm over her shoulder. “Although have you got to the part at Waterloo?”
“No. Yes,” Sandra said absently, then smiled and kissed Trixie. “I loved that part. It’s really quite beautifully written, too.”
“High praise from you, miss English major.” Trixie’s hand strayed to caress the side of her lover’s breast.
Sandra sighed happily, tempted to sink into the embrace, but she remembered that she’d had a realization about the ritual. “I know what it was. Creation reminded me.”
“Creation?” Trixie frowned at her.
Sandra laughed. “Sorry, my thoughts running on into strange paths. I was thinking about the history of this time of the year. The veils thin and all that and the traditions of beckonings to the other side.”
“And?”
“Well, there’s a reason that so many of the rituals call for semen a
s well as blood. If we’re conjuring a demon into human space we need to give it a human form.”
Trixie wrinkled her brow. “Meaning we have to milk this prick before we slaughter him? Ewww.”
“Not ideal, but we can probably manage it somehow or other.”
“Well, blood washes off. I suppose that will too.” Trixie laughed and kissed her. “We just have to keep it away from the danger zone. Unless you want to give birth to a demon spawn.”
“No, thank you!” Sandra thrust her tongue into Trixie’s mouth to end the discussion and they fumbled their clothes off again, the better to bite, lick and kiss each other to further ecstasy. After all, there was plenty of time before the ritual.
That evening, however, all the girls were merry with suppressed excitement as if it were Christmas and birthdays all rolled into one. Peals of laughter echoed through Sigma Tau Nu while busy hands made the necessary preparations with eager exactness. The old handbook lay on the altar where the candles were ready to light. The various summoning runes had been drawn, except for those that needed to be scribed in his blood. The wine was ready, with the spiked goblet clearly noted for everyone. It was a bit tiresome that Miranda went into fits of giggles repeating the Danny Kaye routine, but Sandra noticed how things that weren’t terribly funny at first became more so with repetition, especially when the context was completely different.
So they could not seem to stop giggling and repeating random phrases about the ‘brew that was true’ or the ‘vessel with the pestle’ as they waited impatiently for the hour to come. In keeping with Trixie’s orders, they had all clad themselves in their most fetching underwear. Sandra had gone with Lena and Agnes to the big department store in town for a few indulgences. Her new purple satin negligee was beautiful but the lace itched her.
“We’re going to explode if we just try to sit here quietly,” Sandra muttered to Trixie as she felt her own hands rebelling against the waiting by drumming on her thigh.
“Hey, let’s have a pillow fight.” Trixie jumped up and grabbed one of the squishy cushions. The others all followed suit and soon they were all screaming with laughter, smacking each other and completely distracted from the agony of waiting. Plus it worked off the excess of giddiness that might have interfered with the precision of the ritual, Sandra noticed. The sisters’ faces were so bright and their cheeks pink with the exertion.
They had certainly baited the trap well!
Soon they all collapsed on the sofas and armchairs, panting and cracking wise, laying plans for the next round when the knock came at the back door. A peal of laughter was quickly suppressed. Trixie went to the door and brought in their sacrifice while Agnes and Lois fetched the wine from the kitchen.
Brother Pole looked somewhat abashed at the bevvy who awaited him. Clearly he had not expected such a crowd. But as Trixie explained, “Well, we were going to draw lots but then we decided why not all of us?” Sandra noticed how much more girly her voice sounded than its usual throaty purr.
She was good, very good.
Clearly the frat boy had gone to a little trouble for his orgy night. His cheeks were cleanly shaved and his crew cut had a whiff of pomade. He even wore a tie, which could be handy. He never even blinked when Agnes handed him the wine with the sticky stem. He was too busy gaping at the variety of lingerie.
“I don’t know if you know all the girls,” Trixie started to say, then laughed. “But we don’t have to be too formal for an orgy, do we?”
“Orgy.” He whispered the word as if it were too good to be true. Well, in a way it is. But he didn’t have to know that yet. He looked a bit dumbfounded as he sat in the place of honour.
“Maybe we should start things off just to get you in the mood,” Trixie suggested, turning to Sandra. “Shall we, my dear?” She leaned in to teasingly kiss her, lightly at first, then circling Sandra’s lips before thrusting her tongue inside so both wrestled together. There was something undeniably thrilling about being watched while they made out. Sandra found it particularly exciting even though she loathed the watcher.
Sandra saw Pole’s eyes get bigger as she reached for Trixie’s breasts which strained against her low cut brassiere. Around them the other girls started kissing and touching, too. Soon their moaning filled the room and the frat boy licked his lips yet waited obediently for a command.
Trixie got up and pulled Sandra to her feet. “Let’s toast to our evening of delights. May it be devilishly fun.” They all toasted. Clearly she was worried that the frat boy hadn’t got enough of the sleeping powder Agnes had stolen from her mother. He did look a bit glassy-eyed but that might not have been the drugs.
He got up and tentatively put out a hand to touch Trixie’s breasts. She moved so Sandra was behind her, then brought up her hands to squeeze her breasts, too. At a sound their heads turned as Miranda lay over Lena’s legs as Lena paddled her with a ruler. Even from here they could all see the wetness of the satin between Miranda’s struggling thighs.
Pole’s lids were looking heavy as he squeezed inexpertly at Trixie’s globes. She reached down to check his trousers. “I think he’s enjoying the show, ladies,” she crowed, rubbing her hand along his erection while he grunted with pleasure.
“Maybe we should make our way upstairs,” Sandra suggested. It would be easier to get him to move on his own than to have to carry him. Trixie seemed to agree as she took his hand on her breast and started leading him away, stumbling as he went, drugged by desire and some potent pharmaceuticals.
The girls all gathered around as they herded him to the stairs and up two flights, pausing to keep him awake just enough to grab at breasts and bums and drool with hunger. Lois ran ahead to get the ladder to the attic down and hurry to light all the candles. The rest of them chivvied him across the top landing and onto the steps.
“Wahsthisss?” His words were definitely slurring now. Sandra was relieved. She feared they had misjudged the dose. It would be much easier to have him compliant for the ritual. He made it up the ladder and then stumbled toward the center of the room. “All right, all right, now lemme have some, girls.” He grinned, eyes fluttering, as he collapsed on the floor laughing.
“Get his clothes off,” Trixie said and they all set to work divesting him of his clothing. Sandra took his tie and used it to bind his hands. He seemed amused by her doing it but didn’t put up a struggle.
“Siddon my face,” he suggested to her. Sandra had never thought anything could be less appealing than that. He lay naked and erect, a great stupid grin on his face. “’Mon girls. I gotta have it.” His hand substituted in the meantime as he gripped the angry appendage.
“Well, we do need the substance,” Trixie said as delicately as possible.
“I’ll volunteer,” Agnes said, surprising everyone. The quiet gal who said as little as possible most of the time, but jumped into every orgy with unbridled enthusiasm, was the last one Sandra would have guessed to be eager. “I like variety,” she said with a shrug.
“Don’t get started yet,” Trixie cautioned as Agnes stood over the cooing Pole. He beckoned up to her, whining a little. “He may not last that long.”
Sandra opened up the venerable tome that held their ritual for the night. Quickly they passed around the chalice and athame, pricking fingers as they each added a little of their blood to the red wine. Trixie cast the protective circle around them as Lois lit the rest of the candles.
Sandra drew a deep breath. She had worked on the Latin for this conjuring so that it would roll smoothly off her tongue but it always made her feel a little nervous. There could be serious repercussions if she got the words wrong, she supposed. Nevertheless, it suddenly seemed as if some power greater than herself had arrived to fill her limbs with extra energy. The velvet night wrapped around her and she almost felt like laughing out loud.
The Latin tripped from her tongue like poetry. Perhaps it was meant to be, to please the Infernal Lord to be summoned forth. Sandra felt as if the whole misery of her life had led to
this moment. Finally, the power she had always sought and been denied had come to her, was about to free her of all the chains that had thwarted her.
Her sisters, their faces stained with the ritual blood, looked at her expectantly as she recited the words. Their eyes glowed with unnatural light, too, as must hers – shining brighter than ever they had shined. Tonight surely was the night.
“Now!”
Trixie emptied the rest of the wine and blood over the face of the prone frat boy who sputtered, almost waking. At the same moment Agnes sunk down on his erection with a shriek – whether surprise, pain or delight, it was impossible to tell, though she quickly began to ride him like a pony.
“What the-?” he murmured, but didn’t seem too surprised to find a girl astride him and bucked his hips up to meet her even as he spit the blood from his mouth. He wiped a hand across his eyes to clear them, perhaps thinking in the candle-lit room that it was only sweat.
“Una nobiscum!” Sandra commanded, holding the athame aloft.
“Una nobiscum, una nobiscum,” the sorority sisters all chanted in unison, although Sandra thought she might have heard one or two mutterings of ‘Nabisco’ instead. It’s the intent that matters and mine is pure!
Agnes moaned in shuddering delight and the frat boy began to make rather alarming grunting noises that suggested a crisis was near.
“Let me do the deed,” Trixie said, holding her hand out for the athame. “You call it forth.”
Sandra wondered if there were any reason she could not simply do both, but reluctantly parted with the knife. Trixie’s face shone in the candlelight with the same mad focus they all had. If she could have seen her own face, Sandra thought, it would look just as intense. The two on the floor had smeared a lot of the sigils painted beside them but that shouldn’t matter too much. The powers had already been called forth, surely, from whatever infernal realms in which they dwelt. Now all they needed was a doorway into this world.