“I hope you get satisfied with what you have someday?”
“That may never come as I can never be!” Her delirious laughter angered Alex but what could he do?
At the party, a lot of faces Amy had not met before were also in attendance. The beautiful countenances they carry could cause the sun to let go its scourge for the calmness of the dusk. Being the kind of person she was: one who would always want to create the awareness of her presence wherever she goes, she had begun to extend her hands of friendship.
Some group of men in their forties sat behind a large table of casino enjoying the evening as usual. They gulped down champagne down their throats as they chat and laughed out loudly. Their level of intimacy got Amy endeared to them.
“Gents, can I be part of this gathering of men of valor?” She inquired from them as she already took her seat beside one of them before being permitted to do.
“Young lady, only the blind will disallow beauty from keeping him the desired company he needs at that moment.”
“Her beauty transcends man’s wit,” one of the men chipped in swiftly.
“And should we have her presence in Café Concerto every full moon, it would add more glamour and flavor to our fellowship,” another man suggested, and others looked at him surprisingly.
Without giving it a second thought, Amy accepted the offer despite that he had no knowledge of what the gathering of these men, who would mask their selves, would be about. A password: FIDELIO was scribbled with blood on a handkerchief, folded and handed over to her. She was to come to their gathering when the moon is full.
On the said date, when Amy was supposed to go enjoy herself again, she’d dressed elegantly waiting earnestly for the chauffeur that was to come pick her up for the outing. An elegant black Rolls Royce parked right in front of her apartment. The driver honked severally, but when no response was forthcoming, he stepped out of the car grudgingly, walked toward Amy’s entrance door. He’d almost punched the door so hard when Amy opened the door. He almost fell.
Getting back to the car, she rested her head on the back seat and her mind wandered off.
“Can you believe I just met some dudes with money, fame and power?” Amy told her friends.
“And where did you meet with them? As usual?” Blair asked in the softness of her voice.
“What do you think?” Amy laughed passionately.
“I trust you ladies. When do we get to paint the town red with the dudes?” Brittany anxiously quizzed Amy.
“You’ve got to calm down your nerves!”
“And were they at the wrong place, doing the wrong thing?”
The friends threw tantrums up and their noises rent the air. That was still ongoing when Amy felt a tap on his shoulder. When she came back to life, it dawned on her they’ve arrived at the mansion.
“So soon?” She cast an inquisitive look on the driver.
“Ma’am, it was a five-hour trip from your apartment to this place,” the driver said with his face turned sideways.
“Really?”
“Of course, Yes!”
Shocked by the location of the mansion in the middle of nowhere, where there was only a forest nearby and dirt roads. As she got to the entrance of the gate, two hefty men in dark suit accosted her, requesting for her secret code of entry. Having had it checked, she was asked to enter, which she does though with hesitation.
The interior design was aesthetically engineered. Old paintings graced the wall from the entrance to the hall, while statues made with candle wax were placed at the bottom of the wall opposite each other, and elegant crimson red carpet kissed the floor from the entrance to the end of the hall.
Everyone was fully clad neatly. While the men wore tuxedos, the women just put on loose gown. However, what scared Amy’s heart out of her were the different masks each of them wore. The host of the party, garbed in black robe, with a horned goat mask over his face walked towards her and gifted her mask of the Greek goddess, Venus.
“Please, put it on,” the host whispered silently into her ears, kissed her hands and walked away.
Immediately she put on the mask, the ball party began. Several ceremonies, of artistic nature, were performed by actors, who began to show their talents. Out of the crowd came two masked men, whose steps are done the same time, holding two long woods that had been set ablaze in their hands. They’d plunge the woods into their mouths with the fire burning and when they drew them out, howling would rent the air.
After a wonderful performance from that sect, a sonorous voice rang through the midst of all in attendance. The voice was so deafening that Amy almost ran out were she not prevented from doing so. With anticipatory look towards the entrance, awaiting the arrival of the singer, what they saw caught them by surprise. Water strolled inside like one who desired the cool breeze of the evening. While the song was still going, their attention was drifted away from the voice to the water until it began to gather together and became a nude woman, masked with the dragon’s head. That drew out emotions from the audience.
Before that electrified scene died down, everywhere shook to its foundation as a breeze visited them like an annoying windstorm. One of the masked men stood at one end controlling the direction of the air. Where he directed it, it went. Some women’s lingerie was exposed as he directed the air to the body. That spilled out laughter from their mouths. Most women, who got scared, were pacified by the men they ran to for succor.
Shockingly, as the last breath of air excused them at the gathering, trees began to sprout out from the ground. They grew into becoming big tree scaring many off. Not only did the trunks grow bolder, the branches began to travel around the room encircling around the audience.
At a time, a branch would encompassed a man about and lift him off the floor, and another branch would lift a woman off the ground, bringing the two of them so close that they’d kiss. The whole place was thrown into a huge frenzy. It got to a time that a branch travels round and round until it went under one of the onlookers, stroked his dick until he stood erect. They continued their merriment till they were filled.
In about some minutes later, Amy was approached by the same guy who’d been watching her closely since she entered. Getting close to her, he stopped and circled her, while his tongue left his place of abode to prey on Amy’s neck lovingly. Drake could sense one with a pure blood. Licking her neck delighted that when he looked at others, they scream in a loud ululation.
Drake extended his hand of love to Amy as the former had made the latter fall in love with him. Oblivion about the content in the chalice, he collected it and rushed it down her thirsty gluttonous throat. A couple of moments later, she began to feel dizzy. Her speech became incoherent.
“Wh—at is—this—have—?” She couldn’t complete the statement as she slumped and went cold.
“Hurray!” The multitude of heads at the gathering neighed so loud. For long have they been in search for a sacrificial lamb. Since Amy got herself ensnared in their web, they won’t give room for any slip ups.
While they were busy planning this, Drake was strategizing how to let her go. He blamed himself to have handed her over, since he’d have to check to confirm the donor’s blood. Thus, he could have twisted the voice of the gods. What can I do to save her? Will she retain her love for me if she found out I sold her out? He thought as he walked out of the ballroom stealthily.
Coming back to life, she yawned and had wanted to draw her hands to cover up her mouth, but she noticed that her hands weren’t moving at all. And when her eyes finally opened up, she found herself naked. Not only that, she was also chained to a very large rectangular white slab of stone. She looked round to see if there were people she met there upon her arrival. None appeared.
All her attempts to break free from the shackles proved abortive as the chain refused to grant her request. Every attempt of hers also let out blood from her body. I might lose my life if I keep struggling this way. She thoug
ht to herself and gave up the struggle. Though she thought she had been abducted by some men of the underworld who might’ve raided the party when she fell asleep.
“Anybody there? What the hell am I doing—in this—God forsaken area?” She screamed out bitterly.
Right from the darkness, voices began to hum eerily, with no face accompanying them. With the voices, there was also the thudding of feet on the floor. These two actions almost drove Amy crazy that her attempt to break frees from the chains brought upon her more pain.
“I know people are here. I beg you in God’s name to please come to my rescue—I am dying,” she said while she sobbed stiffly.
The hidden voices uncaged laughter from their mouths and the whole milieu was filled to the brim with the reverberation of their sad laughter. And the echo from that travelled through the dark forest and came back hurriedly to stab Amy in her heart.
Before she knew, the thudding and humming grew closer to her that she felt death so close to her. She shut her eyes thinking that she should just wake up into the reality that’s different from what she was experiencing. The crowd of men and women marched forward with masks still covering their countenances.
Sighting them as they became visible from the darkness, she began to fidget as sweat trickled down her face. It was until now that it dawned on her that she was also wearing the mask the host of the event had given to her when she stepped into the ballroom.
All of a sudden, the host made his way forward, clothed in his black garb coupled with the horned goat mask with blood dripping from its sides. When he got close to her, he began to pour on her myriad of liquids. Drake, while pouring the red liquid on her, started chanting some mantras she didn’t understand. By now, incense and fire cauldrons had been lit around her. Amy felt scarier at every of her breath which to her might be snatched away from her.
While the fire was burning with its fury, the other members began to chant in unison. The eldest in rank to Drake stepped forward, with his mask on and his penis already standing erect. The bulky prick almost scared Amy to death as she had never seen anything like that in her entire life.
“Wait a minute, don’t tell me you’re about to do what I’m thinking? I ain’t gonna find that funny you know?” She spoke confidently. The elder stopped halfway, showing that he was stunned to have heard that coming from her.
“It’s not what you’re thinking that’s about to happen. Far worse than that darling,” said the elder as he stroked his manhood, which was about to go to sleep, again.
Standing erect once again now, he walked toward Amy, while the latter was moving back where she was tied naked. She moved but still couldn’t leave the spot. Four women who were also naked stepped forward and grabbed her hands and the women who held unto her legs flung it wide apart that the hole between her legs now could absorb a huge rod.
He grabbed her thighs, to relieve the women who had held unto them and plunged his penis into her vagina so hard that a loud yell was released from Amy’s throat, while other screamed in jubilation. Having had his turn, he left the spot for another cult member. All of them had their turn on her until blood began to drool from her pussy uncontrollably.
Swiftly, the man masked with goat head revealed the knife he brought out from his pocket and began to roll it in his hands as it glittered and flashed across Amy’s eyes. Having stooped to average her height, he began to carve symbols right under her two-full firm bosoms.
“Ho—ly shit!” Amy screamed in agony and horror, while her blood ceaselessly flowed to purify everybody in attendance of their sins.
“That’s it!” One of the members exclaimed as the ritual continued.
On her right calf, another deep incision was made, leaving a huge lacuna that could hold drinking water for ten thirsty people. Her blood rapidly escaped from the calf to avoid being arrested. By the time Drake, having sanctified his hands with Amy’s blood, finished doing this, he unshackled her chains.
“You’re free to go,” he whispered to her ears and when he raised his head up with laughter, other members knew exactly what he might have told her. They all burst into a strident laughter.
“Free?” She struggled with the words as they flew out of her mouth.
“Yes! Now and forever….”
Amid the dilemma that had beclouded her sense of reasoning since she woke up to find herself in such a horrible state, Amy stumbled from the altar and left a trail of the blood that was gurgling down her gown behind her. Straight to the exit door, she went stark naked. Her tender and tenuous butt carried ocean of blood. And the nakedness she used to guard jealously was left to the full glare of the forest’s woods when she stepped out of the maleficent mansion.
Looking around with nothing in sight for her to hide or run to for help, she began to run as fast as her leg could carry her. She kept letting out a loud shrill and screaming for assistance, but none came looking for her. Amy ran that she lost balance at a time and fainted.
***
Back to the mansion, the cult gathered round Drake, who was in the middle, as they tried to summon the Old Ones with the ritual they were about to carry out using Amy’s blood. As he was about to commence the ritual, one of the cult elders raised an objection, saying they’ve not read the proceedings from the sacred book.
Thus, the elder who raised the objection was saddled with the responsibility of reading the sacred cult book, whose reading would require the reader’s loss of blood till he finishes reading. He wouldn’t lose more blood were he fast enough to finish the reading.
Daemon swiftly picked up the book, and as he opened to read, he felt a sharp object was inserted by him: a little above his navel, and his blood began to travel through an unseen pipe from his body to a gigantic reservoir. Having read the book, he collapsed and was rushed to one of the rooms, where two naked women were lying in wait for him already. Another slave’s blood was scooped and transferred to his body while the naked women attended to him in turn.
Most cult member, especially the newly inducted, couldn’t understand some of the contents of the hallowed book. The book said that the woman had to be pure, at least until the end of ritual before each member of the cult had sex with her, and then they would murder her.
It wasn’t clear to them that the state of purity the book talked about which Daemon couldn’t really finish because of his almost drained blood was death, which was nothingness born out of nothingness and begotten nothingness.
Following the successful completion of the ritual, the checked for the signs that she might possessed. Since she’d still be brought back to life as one of the Old Ones, the ritual must be carried out perfectly.
While the humming was still going on, Drake placed four huge black candles north, east, south, west on each quarters of the circle he’d drawn on the floor. An altar stood scarily in the centre of the circle, facing northward and drew a symbol.
۞
He began northward, invoking the energy of earth by beckoning on the elemental daemon of earth. Taking cavernous breaths and relaxing mentally and physically, he took the hunting knife he used in slaughtering the right calf of Amy and pointed it upward and drew again in his front the ZD sigil. As he was looking at the energy lines that created the symbol, he was simultaneously reciting a mantra.
Lirach Taca Vefa Wehlic, Belial
He recited this on three different occasions. Immediately he entered the circle, he created the feeling that filled the whole room.
Rising up, he faced the east, invoking the air energy as he called upon Lucifer, and followed the same process as of the invocation of the earth demon. He recited another chant that rent the air with terror.
Renich Tasa Uberac Biasa Icar, Lucifer
When he faced the south to invocate the demon of fire- Flerous, he did the same thing before the chant.
Ganic Tasa Fubin, Flereous
Facing the west now, just like the necromancer, he invoked the elemental demon of water, with
the name: Leviathan.
Jedan Tasa hoet naca, Leviathan
To round off, he stood in the centre and hunted for the spirit of Satan, being the fifth element it was. He recited to combine and balance all elements.
Tasa reme laris Satan
In their own eyes, they’ve done creditably well by invoking these elemental spirits, without being told, they knew that if the ritual didn’t go well, the person will die and your ritual will have to start all over. Owing to the fact that one of the members translated the ancient language to English, the ritual became null and void. Locked away in their chamber, the sacred texts that housed the secrets of the occult were muted for thousand of years. After the ceremony, they left Drake alone with the remaining blood.
BOOK TWO
DREARY
Larry Fox scanned around to see if there would be anyone in sight. Being a funeral embalmer that he was really gave him the privilege to behold the sight of naked women, who satisfied his sexual urge, without any form of resistance from him. And since life had been miserable, his resolution was never to indulge in any long-term relationship.
Here they lie helplessly with their vaginas.
The mere thought that he could not only watch over these lifeless bodies but also do whatsoever he wished with them, without opposition turned him on. And whenever he embarked on his nightly routine walk round the morgue, he’d fantasize a sexual act with many of them in their numbers one after the other.
Approaching a particular corner where a mutilated female corpse lay, Larry fought a growing consternation like tumor as he looked over his shoulder at every tick-tock that the clock speaks of. The corpse’s beauty struck him so hard that his eyes refused to be taken off her bushy vagina.
“Come, take me home,” a chilly voice spoke to his mind and that halted his movement.
Shocked by what he heard, Larry looked back to confirm where those words really came from. By now, his dark hair had already stood on both ends. A gentle breeze began to blow violently at this instance. As he attempted to turn around and go back to his duty yet again, what he heard again stupefied him that he got stuck on a spot looking feebly fearful.
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