"Mother, where are you?" Dawn yelled, as she walked into her house. She knew that her mother had to be home, otherwise the door wouldn't have been open.
As she stepped inside and closed the door behind her, she thought that she could hear some kind of strange music. It seemed to be one note, and there was some kind of chanting going on behind it.
"Mother?" the girl yelled again, hugging her shoulders as she felt a chill run through her bones. The house seemed to be so cold.
"Down here," she heard her mother's voice yell.
Dawn ran her fingers through her long blonde hair as she started to walk toward the door that led to the basement. She had a flash, for one second, and saw an image of a blazing fire.
It scared her, but as she walked past the mirror in the hail, and saw her reflection, she had to smile at herself. Her blue eyes seemed to shine, and she started to laugh, realizing that whatever she was thinking, with the fire, the images, and all the people, couldn't possibly be real.
As she opened the door to the basement, the chanting seemed louder.
She clung to the banister along the stairs as she started to walk down, and she thought that she could smell something strange in the air. Then, as she reached the bottom step, she felt hands suddenly grabbing her, tearing at her clothes. It was so dark, that she couldn't see what was happening.
"Mother!" the terrified girl started to scream.
Then, she felt herself being pushed forward, and she felt as if she was surrounded by a wall of fire. As she turned, she could finally see.
There were at least fifteen naked people standing around her, in a circle, and their arms were locked together as they rocked back and forth and chanted. She saw her mother, standing there, too, her large breasts heaving up and down.
Dawn looked in front of her, and she started to scream.
The man in front of her was him. He was standing there naked, his large cock pointing toward her, and the fire seemed to be emanating from him.
"No!" she started to yell.
"Go to him," she heard her mother screaming. "Go to him. He is Satan. He is your Master ... "
Chapter One
Each time she closed her eyes, she seemed to see the same image.
It was a man, but not really a man. There was something about the color of his body, and even about the look on his face, that didn't seem human.
But then, there was the cock between his legs. It was real, and seemed more human than most cocks she had seen for real, on film, or in pictures. It was pointing out toward her, and then, there was the fire.
"Come to me, my child," the man was saying. "Come to me."
And she was moving closer to him. She wanted to pull away, but there was something about him that seemed to be drawing her closer.
An invisible force, she kept thinking, as she crawled, on her knees, until her mouth was almost touching that cock.
He reached down and placed his two hands on her large breasts, rubbing his palms over her red nipples, causing them to grow stiffer. There was something about the heat that emanated from his fingers.
Her breasts felt like they were on fire, and although there was something painful about it, she was loving it.
"My slave," he said to her, and as his cock touched her lips, she could taste it. "My slave. My slave."
She opened her mouth, and felt his cock moving in deeper. Her mouth felt like it was on fire then, but she couldn't pull back.
His hands continued to play with her nipples, with his fingers plucking at them. She could feel a pleasure spasm in her cunt.
He was thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth then, and his eyes seemed to be blazing down at her. He was starting to smile, and she could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, forcing her to keep her jaw open wider.
As the hot cream began to burn her throat, the fire suddenly swept across the room, and she felt as if she was in the middle of it. She felt as if she was burning, but somehow knew that if she kept clinging to him, she would be saved. His fiery cream continued to pump down her throat, and she moved her hands behind to his buttocks, to hold them so he wouldn't go away.
But he was gone. Her mouth was open, there was no ass to cling to, and the fires raged around her, so that she was burning.
"God help me!" she started to scream. "Help me, God, please!"
Suddenly, she felt someone shaking her. She opened her eyes, her mouth still wide open, her voice still screaming, louder and louder.
"Dawn, wake up," she could hear another voice, under her screams, saying. "Wake up, honey, wake up."
She focused her vision on the soft blue eyes of her mother, then sat up in her bed and wrapped her arms around the woman's shoulders. Her naked breasts pressed against her mother's naked breasts, and she felt warmth.
'What is it, baby?" Karen Knight asked her daughter, as she reached out and began to stroke the trembling girl's hair. "What is it?"
"Oh God, mother, oh God! I had a dream. A horrid dream."
"Tell me about it, and maybe it will make you feel better," Karen said, and she pulled back and looked at her daughter's sweaty face. "Because talking about it will only show you that it was a dream. For here you are, in your own bed, safe and sound."
As her mother started to smile, Dawn had to smile, too. Her mother was beautiful, and when she smiled, she seemed to send off a radiating glow. Her long blonde, hair was hanging down to her shoulders.
Some people, Dawn knew, always said that she and her mother looked exactly alike, and each time she heard it, she always felt so proud, because she knew how beautiful her mother was. Her mother, too, at age thirty-seven, looked as young as Dawn did, at age seventeen. Or, Dawn thought, soon to be eighteen, for next week was her birthday.
She was told all the time, in fact, that this woman sitting next to her on the bed, holding her and comforting her, did not look like her mother at all, but rather, just like an older sister.
"Come on," her mother said, still stroking her hair. "Tell me."
Now that she was awake, and she realized that her mother was right, it had only been a dream, she felt a little bit foolish. As she started to turn red, her mother kissed her on the cheek.
"You know that you can tell me anything," the woman said.
"There was some sex in it," Dawn told her.
"Good. There's nothing more boring than a dream that doesn't have any sex."
When her mother started to laugh, Dawn felt even more relaxed. She watched her mother's large breasts bounce up and down as the woman laughed, and she had to admire them. Deep down, she hoped that when she was as old as her mother, her breasts would look as beautiful and firm.
As of now, they were a little smaller, but she did have the same full red nipples.
"There was fire all around," Dawn began, and when her mother said something about that being ominous, they laughed again. "And there was a naked man. But not really a man. But then again, something like a man. The fire seemed to be around him."
"You mean a hot man then," her mother said to her.
"Yes. So hot that he was burning. I was naked, and on my knees."
"That's always a fun way to be," Karen said, and she knew that by joking about it, she was only helping her daughter to get over it.
"He was drawing me closer and closer, to his cock. It was hard, mother, and it was sticking straight out. He touched my breasts before I had to open my mouth. His hands burned me and brought me pleasure at the same time."
"Pleasure is a fiery kind of heat," her mother told her.
"He forced it into my mouth, and it was on fire. My mouth felt like it was burning, and when he started to come inside of me, it burned my throat. The fire got hotter around me, and I tried to cling to him so that I wouldn't burn. But when I tried to, he wasn't there any longer, and I was burning. Burning. Burn ... "
She started to tremble again, and her mother held her tighter. She wrapped her arms around her mother's back, and clung to her.
"You see, honey, it was just a dream. Do you want my interpretation?"
"Do you have one?"
"Well, I'm not a, fortune teller or anything like that, but I can remember having dreams that were similar to that, when I was about your age. Or maybe older. Anyway, it was around the same time, when I was going through things like you're going through now."
"What kind of things?" Dawn asked.
"Sexual longings," her mother said, and the girl shuddered.
How could her mother have known a thing like that? It was true, but she hadn't told anyone about it. No one knew, except for Bobby.
"Hey," her mother continued, "you don't have to be upset that I know. You're going to be eighteen next week. Now, I'm only assuming that you're a virgin .. "
"I am," she said, fast.
" ... and since you're going to be eighteen, you probably feel these urges inside of your body. So you're starting to dream of making love to a man. Of course, your dreams can only stem from what you know. You know about the heat of the sex, hence, the fire. You know about cocks and cunts, and the bullshit about men dominating, hence, this man-like figure, drawing you nearer and nearer."
Dawn started to shake her head yes. It seemed like everything that her mother was saying was beginning to make sense.
"So now," the woman went on, "let me tell you some things, so that you won't have such horrible dreams. The fire is only there when you're with the right man, you know, and it's not really a fire like the one that burns in our fireplace. It is possible to have sex with a man and feel very little heat. Keep that in mind, next time you're starting to dream about burning up."
Her mother pulled back a little, and broke the embrace. Dawn leaned over and kissed the woman on the cheek.
"You know something?" she asked. "You're the best mom a girl could have."
"Well, thank you very much, young lady. And you're the best girl a mom could have. Now if I were you, I would go back to sleep, and this time, dream about the party dress we're going to buy you tomorrow. Okay? Because if you don't get back to sleep soon, you and I will both sleep through the day."
"Okay," Dawn said, and she watched her mother stand up and start to walk to the door of her bedroom.
Her mother always slept naked, as did Dawn, and the girl could see her, mother's heart-shaped buttocks flexing as she walked.
The woman waved to her just as she closed the door behind herself, and Dawn lay back on the bed and kicked her cover down. She looked over her own naked body, and ran her fingers down over her blonde pussy patch.
One thing that her mother had said seemed to make so much sense, and .she started to think about it.
"The fire is only there when you're with the right man."
Perhaps, the blonde girl thought to herself, that was why it hadn't worked too well with Bobby. That had to be the reason.
She closed her eyes and started to think back to that night, only a few hours earlier.
She had been out on a date with Bobby Ryan. They had been friends with each other for years, ever since her mother had bought the upstate summer house a few summers back. Bobby lived upstate all year round, whereas she and her mother lived in the city, but packed up their clothing each summer, and usually came upstate the day after she was finished with her school term.
That year, she had sensed a deeper attraction for Bobby, and she sensed that he had felt the same way.
For even though they were only a year older, they seemed to have started to think about themselves as a man and a woman, instead of two kids.
Bobby had taken her to a movie that night, in his own car, which he'd purchased during the winter, and while they watched the movie, he had put his arm around her and moved closer to her, the way a boyfriend and girlfriend would do.
"You sure got beautiful over the last few months," he whispered in her ear.
"Why, thank you, Bobby," she said.
"Next week you're gonna be eighteen, too, ain't that right?"
"Uh huh," she said, and she had felt a nice sense of warmth, sitting that close to him.
"I wanna buy you something special for this birthday," he said. "But I don't know what to get. I've been thinking about giving you something really special, unless you've already gotten it during the last year."
"Well, I won't know what it s until I get it, and I won't be able to tell you if I got it until then."
"I can give you a hint," he said.
Slowly, he reached for her hand and pulled it down to his lap. He was wearing a pair of shorts, and as, she felt his cock bulge, and felt the way it was starting to get stiffer, she could see his cock head peaking out from where his shorts ended.
She had wanted to laugh, not at him, but just at what he was doing. However, she knew that that would probably have some bad effects on his cock size, and so, she just smiled at him.
"What makes you think I want it?" she had asked.
"I don't know if you want it," he said, to her. "I don't know at all. But during the last few days, I've been having these dreams about you. I was just hoping that you were having the same kind of dreams about me."
Then, he had moved his lips to hers, and he had kissed her. As he did, and he pressed his hot tongue into her mouth, she could feel his cock bulge throbbing. She let her finger wander down to the head, and touched the naked flesh.
There was a wet drop at the tip, and as she rubbed the drop all over the mushroom shaped head, she could feel him shivering with pleasure, and hear him moaning.
"God, Dawn, I think you're so terrific," he said, as he pulled back.
"You know something," she had said, as she looked at his eager brown eyes, and his shaggy light brown hair, "I think that you're pretty terrific, too. And you know what else? I think that I would like your present. But why should I have to wait until I'm eighteen to do it? Why don't we do it now?"
The glimmer in his eyes almost lit up the entire car. He started to climb on top of her, pushing her all, the way down in the front seat, but she managed to fight him off.
"I said now, but not here," she said. "Can't we pull out of the drive-in and find another spot? This movie is shit anyway."
He sat up, and in one deft motion, started the car and switched it into reverse. He was ready to back right up, but forgot about the speaker attached to the car window. Dawn had been laughing as he opened the car door as fast as he could, placed the speaker back on the hook outside, and started to drive off.
"I even brought something for this," he said to her, and he reached into his pocket and pulled out two joints.
"Fab-O," she said to him, and she took one and started to smoke it.
They passed the joint back and forth, as he gave her the options as to which place they could go and park near. When he mentioned the lake, and said that there was a nice little hidden spot where he could pull, the car, so that no one from the road would see them, and so they could see the lake out the front window, she loved the idea.
As he pulled up into the spot, he shut off the car lights. Then, they lit the other joint and passed it back and forth as they talked to each other and stroked each other, through their clothing.
Bobby told her that it was his first time, too, and she liked that. When she had thought about what it would be like to lose her virginity, she had sometimes thought of doing it with someone more experienced. But, at other times, she would think that it might be fun to do it with someone else who had never done it before, because that way, they could explore together.
By the time they had finished the second joint, she felt very high, calm, and more free than she had ever felt in her life.
"Let's do it as a game," she said to him. "For each piece of clothing that you take off, I'll take one off, too."
He didn't know if he liked that idea, because, he said, she was more than he was. But as they discovered that all they shorts, underwear, shirts, and shoes.
He was surprised to hear that she was wearing no bra, and she was a little insulted to learn that he hadn't noticed until she told him.
He started to open his shirt, and she pulled her T-shirt over her head. When he saw her two large breasts, he started to touch them.
"Nope," she said, slapping his hand away. "Not until we're naked."
They both slid out of their shorts, and she could see the way his cock shaft was sticking out of his underwear. She started to touch it, but he slapped her hand away.
Then, they looked at each other, as they both put their hands into the elastic of their underwear. At the exact same time, they lifted their asses up off the car seat and pushed their underwear down.
His cock sprang right up and slapped him on the belly.
As soon as she saw it, she knew that she wanted it. It was about seven inches long, and his balls looked so heavy in their sack. She started to move her hand up and down his shaft, and he moved his hand to her pussy mound.
But she just seemed stronger than he was, or at least, not as sexually aroused, so that she was able to go at him first.
"Let me taste it," she said, and she pushed him back on the seat, then moved her mouth down to his cock.
She could smell a musky odor there, and she liked it. She started to flick her tongue out, back and forth over the thick shaft. She licked her way up and down his pole, and when she was licking his balls, he moaned louder.
While she was leaning forward, he started to massage her breasts.
That felt nice, she recalled, but still, it lacked the fiery heat.
She sucked one ball into her mouth, and then the other. Then, she started to lick her way back up the shaft.
"Let me see how much I can take into my mouth," she said to him.
She opened her mouth as wide as she could, then started to move it down his cock pole. She could feel him starting to penetrate her throat, just a little, and she pulled back. She kept her lips around the cock head, flicked her tongue out over the piss slit, and tasted something wet.
"Mmm," she moaned, and she knew it was his come.
While she began to move her mouth up and down his shaft at a nice, steady pace, she moved her hand to his chest and started to rub it. She was surprised to feel how stiff his nipples were, because she had always thought that it was only women who could feel a stiffening of the nipples.
When she felt his cock starting to pulsate in her mouth, she started to moan.
"I'm gonna come any second," he said, and she could hear how heavily he was breathing. "Dawn, if you keep it up, I'm gonna shoot. I don't know if you want me to shoot in your mouth or not, but you aren't gonna have any choice soon, because ... "
And then, he started to moan even louder. She could smell a. stronger scent in his pubic patch then, and she could feel his chest starting to sweat.
Then, she tasted the come shooting onto her tongue.
It was just like the drop of wetness she had tasted earlier, only now, there was a lot more of it, and she could really taste the flavor. She started to suck his cock even harder, letting the first few loads slide down her throat.
Her eyes were open, and she saw the way he was thrusting his groin up and down and the way his body was starting to spasm a little bit, too. She loved it. She felt as if she had a tremendous amount of control over him.
"God," he kept moaning over and over again. "This is sensational. You're so terrific. I can't believe how this feels."
As she, kept sucking his cock, she could feel it starting to go limp in her mouth. She was able to handle it so much easier then, and because she could, she decided that she would keep it in her mouth a little longer.
Her nipples felt a little better, as he continued to massage them.
When she lifted her head up, about two minutes after he had come in her mouth, he leaned over and kissed her again, on the lips. He pressed his tongue into her mouth, and wrapped his arms around her.
She loved the way it felt when he was squeezing her, for she could feel her tits rubbing against his chest.
"You did that like you've done it before," he said to her, after he broke the kiss.
"Well, I didn't," she said. "I'm telling you the truth."
"I believe you, honey. I really do. And you're good. Really good."
"Now you're the one talking like you've had it before," she said.
"But I haven't. I swear to you that I haven't. It's just that it felt so good. I've jerked off before."
"I've masturbated before, too."
"But it's different when someone else is touching you," he said to her. "It really is. And when I started to come in your mouth, that was different from anything else that's ever happened to me, too."
"I'm glad you liked it," she said. "But aren't you forgetting about something?"
"What's that?"
"Me. You're talking about you, and you haven't done anything to me."
"Hey, don't worry," he said to her. "Just let me get my dick hard again, and then, I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
"I haven't," she said to him, and they both started to laugh.
As he reached for her hand, and pulled it back over to his cock, she started to think of something. Why couldn't he go down on her while they were waiting for him to get hard? After all, she had gone down on him. The least that he could have done was suck her pussy for a while.
She was just about to ask him when he moved his hand to her blonde cunt patch and started to rub it. Then, he let his fingers wander down over her pussy lips. As he touched them, she could feel a wave of pleasure in her body.
He started to massage them, and her cunt lips seemed to be getting wetter. When they slid his fingers into her cunt; she started to moan. She could feel her pleasures reaching a new kind of high.
For what she had told him had been the truth. She had masturbated fairly often, whenever she felt the urge.
And even though he was fingering her, which was really no different from the way she would masturbate herself, it felt a little better, because it was someone else doing it, and not herself.
But, as his fingers fumbled over her erect clit, she thought that she might as well tell him how that all worked. For she knew that if he massaged only her clit, she would have a better orgasm, while he seemed to think that sliding his fingers in and out of her cunt, over her, pussy walls, was the way to get her off.
And, she thought, he couldn't be insulted, because the idea of doing it with someone who had never done it before, was to teach them.
So she started to tell him, and when she reached down and spread her pussy lips, she exposed her erect clitoris.
She showed him what it was, and explained bow it was like a small cock for her, and how stimulation of her clit would make her come.
Bobby seemed to be fascinated, and he started to wiggle it back and forth. As he did, she closed her eyes.
That was when she saw a flash of fire, and she gasped.
But she didn't let him know what she saw. She just continued to moan, until he started to kiss her on the lips. Then, she could feel the way he was starting to spread her legs and maneuver his body between them.
As he did, she could feel his cock shaft, it was very hard, and be was rubbing it against her thigh, moving it closer and closer to her pussy.
"Oh, fuck me," she started to moan. "Fuck me. Stick it into me and let me feel it inside. Make me come over and over."
"I will, baby, I will," he started to moan. "I can't wait to feel my cock inside of you. You feel so hot and wet inside. I know that I'm gonna love it."
"Me, too, Bobby, me, too. I can't wait. Shove it into me."
And then, his cock head was rubbing against her pussy lips. He got ready to thrust it in, and she could feel him trying.
But nothing was happening. Her pussy was not spreading to let him, in. Her lips, in fact, seemed to be shut tight.
"What's wrong?" she asked him. "Put it into me."
"I can't," he said, and she could sense a great deal of frustration in his voice.
"Just shove it in. Force it in."
"I'm trying. I'm pushing as hard as I can. I really am. But it just won't go in."
"I'll push up," she said to him, and she tried to thrust her hips up.
But her pussy lips wouldn't spread apart, and as they both got more and more frustrated, she started to feel something else.
His cock was going limp, and she reached down and started to take hold of it. She began to tug on it desperately, hoping that it would get hard again. When it didn't, he slapped her hand away.
"No, don't," he said, and he pulled off of her, and sat down in the front seat, right behind the wheel. He buried his head in his bands.
Dawn sat there, watching him, and when she saw his shoulders heaving up and down, she realized that be was crying.
"Bobby," she said sitting up and looking at him, "it's okay."
She moved her hand to his hair, and she started to stroke it. He shrugged his shoulders a little bit, as if he wanted to try and push her hand away.
"It's my fault as much as yours," she told him. "I don't know what happened. But I have an idea. I have a good idea."
"What?" he asked.
"Maybe I just froze up because I wasn't ready. I really don't know. But, I'll bet, that, if you ate me, the way that I ate you, it would relax me. Maybe that would make my pussy spread open for you. Bobby, I do want you. Now, more than ever."
As be lifted his head up, he tried to smile. She could see how wet his cheeks were, and she moved her hand there and wiped them away.
"I feel like such a jerk," he said to her. "I feel like such a fucking jerk."
"Don't, Bobby. We're supposed to be learning together. Failing is a part of learning, so that you can try it all over again."
She moved her lips to his cheek, and started to lick away his salty tears. When her mouth was near his, she pressed her tongue into it, and he started to kiss her. Then, she rubbed her large tits against his arm.
As the kiss ended, she lay back on the front seat and spread her legs.
"Lick my pussy!" she said to him. "Lick it, and maybe I'll relax more. I want you to try it so you can see what it tastes like."
He lay on top of her again, and started to lick her neck. She could feel the warmth from his tongue, radiating all over her body. As he started to lick his way down to her breasts, she pushed them up a little.
He sucked on one of her red nipples, and she could feel it throbbing between his lips. She continued to stroke his light brown hair, moving his head, so that he was soon sucking on her other nipple.
Dawn started to, thrust her hips up against his chest, so that she could feel her pussy lips rubbing against him and making contact.
Then, when he started to lick his way down, she closed her eyes.
She reached down and spread her pussy lips for him. She exposed her clit, and told him that he should start by licking it. As he did, she could feel her passions rising higher and higher, and she was sure she was going to reach a peak.
"Suck on it, Bobby," she moaned. "Suck on it. Bite it gently."
She felt his lips and his teeth encircling her small clit, and then, she could feel her pussy starting to spasm harder. She started to moan as she thrust her hips up and down even faster, and then, she started to come.
At the very same moment, she heard him starting to scream.
She was holding his head down there, having gotten so lost in the passions, and she hardly even felt him trying to pull up. It wasn't until he moved his hands up to her face and started to slap her, over and over again, that she loosened her grip.
Then, as soon as he was able to, he leaned over on the driver's side of the car, opened the door, and ran out toward the lake. She had no idea what was happening.
As she sat up, her passions dropping just as quickly as they had rose, she could see him drinking the water from the lake. He was lapping it up into his mouth, and then, he dunked his entire head into the lake.
She watched him do it over and over again, shaking his head each time he lifted it up, so that the water was flying in all directions.
When he finally stopped, she opened the door on her side of the car, and started to run down by the lake. She knelt down beside him.
"What happened?" she asked him. "Bobby, are you all right?"
"I felt like my mouth was on fire," he said to her. "I felt like my tongue was burning when it was inside of your cunt."
"Let me see it," she said.
He stuck his tongue out, and she looked at it as closely as she could. The only light she had to see it by was the moonlight, but it looked okay. When they went back to the car so she could look at it under the light inside, there was nothing wrong.
"I'm sorry," he said to her. "I don't know what happened. I don't know what the hell's going on."
And so, they had both dressed, and he had driven her back to her house.
As she lay in bed, thinking about it, she started to think about her dream, too. She started to wonder what the hell all this fire meant?
There had been fire in the dream, and there had been fire on Bobby's tongue.
Her mother had spoken about the heated fire that a woman could feel with some men, but not with all men. And even as she had been coming, during which time Bobby had claimed to feel the fire on his tongue, she had felt very little heat.
In fact, as she thought about it, she realized that she had felt no heat at all.
She closed her eyes, and let her fingers wander back down over her pussy lips. She rubbed herself enough to get herself wet, and when she slid her fingers into her cunt, over, her clit, she felt a nice warmth.
But it wasn't as hot as a fire could ever be.
She started to wiggle her clit back and forth, thinking, that she was going to work herself up to an orgasm, and see how hot her insides got.
The faster she worked her fingers, wiggling and pinching, the hotter she could feel her pussy getting. But it was only a certain kind of heat.
She started to thrust her pussy up and down against her fingers, and as she felt herself starting to come slowly, she was even more puzzled.
How could he have compared it to fire?
Why would he compare it to fire? And why hadn't he been able to get his cock into her? Her pussy had been spread wide enough while he had been fingering her, only seconds before he tried to stick his dick inside.
His fingers had slid in easily enough, but not his cock.
And why did she dream of fire? Who was that man in the dream?
She thought about what her mother said once again, about her reaching that age where she was starting to think about sex a lot. It was true. She had been thinking about what it would be like to be fucked for the last few months.
As she closed her eyes, and felt herself starting to drift off into a deep sleep, she thought about something else that Bobby had said to her.
As he had pulled the car up in front of her house, and they had sat there silently, Bobby, waiting for her to leave, and she, waiting for him to say something, he had stroked her hair, turned her head, and looked into her eyes.
"Maybe it was just fate that this happened this way," he said.
She had shaken her head yes, agreeing with him. Maybe it had been fate.
But if that was true, she thought, what did fate have in store for her next?
Chapter Two
"That dress looks mighty fine on you," Dan Parker said, as he pulled it in a little bit in the back. "What do you think, Karen?"
"I like it very much," Dawn's mother said.
Dawn looked at her reflection in the mirror. She had to admit that the dress did look rather nice, but she wasn't at all sure about the color. As she stared at her reflection, she could also see Mr. Parker's, for he was right behind her.
He was a handsome man with short reddish-brown hair, and brown eyes. When he smiled at her, and she smiled back, he winked.
"I don't know," she said. "Black, for a party dress? I feel like I should be wearing this to a funeral."
"Now Dawn, that dress is much too sexy for a funeral," her mother said. "Look at how low cut it is in the front. Why, your breasts are practically hanging out."
"Looks mighty nice, too," Mr. Parker said.
"Well, can't I have some kind of sash around the waist, just to add some other kind of color?" Dawn asked. "I do like the style of the dress very much, and maybe a little more color would make me change my mind."
"I got just the thing, young lady," Dan Parker said, and he let go of the dress in the back, then walked behind the counter.
He came back with a long pink sash ribbon, then wrapped it around her waist, and let it hang down the side in the front.
"Fab-O," Dawn said. "Now that looks hot."
Both her mother and Mr. Parker started to laugh, and Mr. Parker made some kind of remark about kids nowadays. Then, he asked her if she wanted it, and when she shook her head yes, he started to pin it up in the back.
After he had finished, she stepped into the dressing room and started to take it off, so she could slip back into her shorts and shirt.
"Is it all set?" She asked Mr. Parker, who was talking to her mother.
'Yes. Did you get in touch with Eloise?"
"Yup, I sure did. She said that she wouldn't miss it for the world."
"What about Hedda? I tried calling her, but her line was busy all the time."
"I'll give the old girl a call later," Mr. Parker said. "Or, if I can't get in touch with her, I'll stop by her house. Sometimes that old woman leaves the phone off the hook, just cause she forgets to hang it up when she's finished."
"Well then, I think that I've gotten everyone," Karen said. "Here's the list. Look it over, and see what you think."
"Cross Jim Reynoki's name off," Mr. Parker said. "He ain't a member anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"He's turned against us. I've seen him goin' to Church every Sunday morning. I asked him about it and he said to mind my own business."
Dawn started to open the dressing room door, and as soon as she did, she saw her mother grab the list and stuff it into her pocketbook.
"What's that?" she asked, but her mother shook her head.
Dawn handed the dress to Mr. Parker, who placed it on his sewing machine, and then she and her mother said goodbye, and left the store.
As soon as they were out on the street, Dawn turned to her mother.
"I think I overheard what you were saying," she said to the woman, "and I have something to say to you about it."
"What?" her mother asked, as she continued to walk along.
"Well, it sounded to me like some kind of party list. The only thing that I can think of is my birthday party, and ..."
"Yes?"
"Well, all those people that you mentioned sounded like older people. I mean if it's my birthday party, well, I want my friends to be there. I have nothing against Hedda Smith, but she's such an old lady. I don't know why you would invite her."
Her mother stopped walking and turned to face her. She patted Dawn's hair into place, and then she smiled.
"For one thing, young lady, you don't even know for sure if we were talking about your birthday party. For another, even if we were, I don't see why you should mind if all our friends, old or young, come to celebrate your birthday. A lot of people around here know you and love you, and this is a special birthday."
Dawn sighed, then shrugged her shoulders.
"You're right mom, and I'm really sorry. You're so right."
"And besides, you know that all your friends will be at the party anyway. I don't expect you to have to hang out with any of the older people, but you could be courteous enough to go over and say hello."
Dawn leaned forward and kissed her mother on the cheek.
"What was that for?" Karen asked her daughter.
"For being so sensible, for buying me the party dress, and for understanding why I wanna run off right; now and meet the kids down by the lake."
Her mother started to laugh as she turned and ran down the street. Karen stood there watching her daughter, until she couldn't see her any longer. She felt a lump in her throat when she thought about how fast Dawn had grown up.
As she was standing in the middle of the street, she heard a rapping on a window. She turned, and saw Harry Edwards tapping on the window of his candy store, trying to, get her attention. She waved to him, and he beckoned for her to come in.
Karen started to walk toward his store, and when she opened the door, he reached for her hand, pulled her closer, then kissed her on the lips.
"How are you, honey?" he asked her.
"Pretty good," she said to him. "Not bad. I guess."
"So unsure?" he asked, as he wrapped his arm around her waist, then let his hand wander down, so he could pat her buttock.
"This party thing has me all upset," she said to him. "Just a few minutes ago, Dawn overheard Dan Parker and I talking. She heard some of the people that we named, and she spoke with me about it outside."
He moved his head toward her blonde hair, rubbed his face against it, then inhaled deeply. As he moved his lips to her ear and told her not to worry, he flicked his tongue out and started to lick it.
"Harry, you're going to get me all horny if you start that," she said.
"So, what about it? I never heard you complain before."
"Well, you're working now, and I hate a man to start something he can't finish."
She pulled away from him, and smiled at him. As he smiled back, she saw how brown his skin was, from the sun. His short blond hair was patted neatly into place, and his muscles seemed to be bulging in the tightness of the shirt.
He walked over to the front door of the store, turned the 'open' sign around so that it read 'closed' from the outside, then pulled down the black curtain in front of it. He walked over toward the front window, and pulled down the large black curtain in front of that.
"There," he said. "Now, what were you saying about starting something that I won't be able to finish?"
He held out his arms for her, and she moved into them. As he opened his mouth, she placed her lips against his and kissed him hard. She pressed her tongue into his mouth, and he started to suck on it.
As he wrapped his arms around her, cupping her buttocks, one in each hand, he pulled the lower end of her body against his, so that his groin was rubbing up against her crotch. Karen could feel his cock starting to get stiffer.
He continued to maneuver her around, so that she was rubbing her crotch, and soon, she could feel his cock at its fully hard state.
"Now you're gonna have to finish something," he said to her.
As he let up his grip on her buttocks and she was able to take a step back, she moved her hand down to his zipper, pulling it down. She reached into his pants and his underpants, and pulled out his dick.
It was a nice, thick cock, about seven and a half inches long, and she let her fingers wander along the underside, over every inch.
"That feels real nice, Karen," he said to her. "It would feel even nicer if that lovely mouth of yours was around it."
She looked down at his cock, and admired the way that it looked. She had seen many cocks in her lifetime, and had come to the conclusion that they all looked different. Harry happened to have the kind of cock that she liked to look at, because it was a nice size and shape.
She was always eager to suck on a cock that she liked to look at and always just as happy to look away from those that she thought were ugly.
As she started to sink to her knees, she moved her fingers to his pants and opened his belt and snap. Then, She slid them all the way down to his knees, so that she could see his thick black pubic patch and his balls.
She licked the tip of his cock, and started to rub his buttocks with her hand. His ass was already very sweaty, and she liked the way her hands slid over them.
"Hmmm, take that cock in," he moaned to her, and he started to shove it between her lips, just as she was opening her mouth.
Karen could feel her head swelling with pleasure sensations as she tasted his cock, and she moved her mouth all the way down his shaft, so that her nose was buried in his pubic patch. She inhaled deeply.
Then, she moved one hand around, back to his balls, and she cupped them and squeezed them, as he started to thrust in and out of her mouth. He leaned forward and began to pull her blouse up in the back. He worked his hands around to the front, so that he could cup her large tits in his hand as she sucked him. He started to pluck at her large red nipples, and felt them getting stiffer.
He could feel how much harder she was sucking, because of the way he was playing with her nipples, and he was happy about that. He started to pull at them more gently, and soon, he could even feel them throbbing.
Karen started to flick her tongue all along his cock shaft, as she moved her mouth up and down the pole.
She kept her eyes on Harry's face, and saw him beaming down at her, his face all aglow, lit up because of his smile.
"Yeah, Karen, baby," he said to her. "That's just the way to do it. You learned how to do it so well. So fucking well."
And she knew that he wasn't lying to her, because ten seconds after, he said it, she could feel his cock starting to throb harder and harder in her mouth. She started to move her hands around to his buttocks, first rubbing them through his pants, which, although open, were still up.
As she felt him starting to shoot his thick loads of cream into her mouth, she pushed his pants down, and cupped his naked ass cheeks.
They were dripping with a raised passion sweat, and she started to massage the sweat back into his buttocks. She could feel his whole groin area getting lost in a series of jerking spasms, and she kept sucking harder, so that soon, it was almost as if she, was sucking the come right out of him, rather than waiting for him to shoot it.
"Oh, baby," he moaned. "You sure have a fucking good mouth. He taught you well."
As soon as she heard that, she pulled her head back. A drop of come was still dripping out of his cock head, and he seemed to want her to continue and lick it all out. But she turned her head away as she stood up.
Harry didn't know that she was crying, until he heard her muffled sobs. She had her hand in front of her face, and was trying to cover her tears.
"Karen, what's wrong?" he asked her, as he felt her freeze up a little when he placed his hands on her shoulders.
"I don't like hearing things like that. He taught me well. He taught me a little bit more, but I knew most of it already."
"He taught us all a lot," Harry said. "That's why we serve him."
"And Dawn?" she asked, as she whirled around to face him. Suddenly, her tone was that of complete anger.
"He'll teach her well, too," Harry said.
"I don't know if I want her to learn all those things," Karen suddenly said, and Harry was so angered, that he pulled his hand back and slapped her across the face as hard as he possibly could.
"I don't ever want to hear you say that again," he screamed at her. "Not only for my sake, but for your own. What if he were to hear that?"
"He never could."
"He's around all the time Just like God. He can hear everything. Now I want you to get down on your knees and pray with me."
Karen looked at Harry, almost in disbelief. His pants were still down around his ankles, and his limp cock was hanging. He sunk down to his knees, grabbed her wrist, then pulled her down beside him.
She watched as he closed his eyes and started to rock back and forth, moving his lips in prayer. Then, he started to speak.
"Forgive this woman for the things that she has said against you, oh great Lord of Hell. She meant nothing."
Harry looked at her, and told her to pray.
"I meant nothing," she said, repeating his last words. "I'm sorry. I know that you mean well for all of us, and my daughter will learn correctly."
Harry started to pray some more, and soon, Karen found herself caught up in it. She was holding his hand, rocking back and forth, and moving her lips in silent prayer. At times, however, she was thinking thoughts completely opposite what her, lips moved to.
But he wouldn't know, she kept thinking. He couldn't know.
As she looked at Harry, she could see that he was starting to play with his cock as he continued to pray. He had his hand on, his shaft, and he was massaging it gently. He started to moan when his cock was getting larger.
"He wants us to do it together," Harry said to her, as he turned back and looked into her eyes.
Karen looked, closer, and she wanted to scream. There seemed to be a raging fire burning in Harry's eyes, in place of his irises. She opened her mouth, but no sounds came out. Harry had moved his lips to hers.
As he kissed her, she felt a fire raging through her body. It was one that she had felt before, but now, it seemed to be even hotter, so that it was almost burning up her insides. She tried to scream, even through his kiss, but no sounds left her throat.
Then, she could feel Harry pushing her back on the floor, so that she was lying flat on her back. Her blouse was already up over her breasts, and as he moved his mouth to one of her exposed nipples, she felt like it was burning, too.
"Harry, please," she said, but she could say no more.
He started to suck on one of her nipples, and she could feel the fire running through her entire body then, all ending in her pussy.
Harry licked one nipple, then moved his tongue to the other. Each time she looked down at his face, she wanted to scream. He no longer looked as handsome as he had looked when she'd first walked into the store.
There was something possessed in his manner.
He started to lick his way down her body, and he lifted her ass up off the floor so that he could push her skirt all the way off.
Then, he buried his tongue in her blonde pussy patch.
He started to lick her hairs, working his way down right between her legs, to her red, wet, pussy lips. He started to suck on them, and she felt as if she was going to die. She wanted to push his head away, and yet, there was some force that was holding her back. Her arms were pressed down against the floor, and she couldn't move them.
He started to dig his tongue deeper and deeper into her pussy.
The fires raged inside of her. She closed her eyes, to try and fight it.
Then, she wanted to scream even more. For she could see an image of him, staring right down at her. His face was red, his body naked, and his cock, bigger and more inflamed than any cock she had ever seen.
There was anger in his face, directed toward her. He started to point at her, and she seemed to feel some kind of rays emanating from his fingers, directed at her. She seemed to feel them going toward her throat, and she was able to lift her arms and move her hands there, as she started to clutch her own throat.
"Oh God, forgive me," she started to think. "Forgive me."
She could feel herself choking, and Harry didn't even seem to know. He was still licking and sucking on her pussy, and it was almost as if his tongue was as long as a snake. She felt it digging deeper and deeper inside of her, deeper than any tongue she had ever felt.
In fact, she felt as if it was his tongue, inside of her throat, preventing her from breathing, causing her to choke.
"Please," she was begging, as she gasped for air. "Please, God."
She tried to open her eyes, but she couldn't. And his face looked more and more angry, each time she mentioned God's name.
She was able to move her hands down to Harry's head, and she started to pull on his short blond hair. He didn't pull back right away, moving with her, but when he felt the pain in his scalp, he finally raised his head.
That was when he saw the way she was choking, gagging and coughing.
"Karen," he started to say. "Karen, what's wrong?"
But all she could do was choke, and she kept asking God for his forgiveness. It took Harry only a second to see the word that she was forming on her lips, and he started to slap her across the face, over and over.
"Not Him. Don't ask Him for your forgiveness. Never Him. You have to ask Satan. The more you ask God, the faster you'll die."
Part of her wanted to beg to Satan, and part of her hated him, for putting her through this, for testing her loyalty this time, when he tested it so many times before, and she always proved the most loyal.
"Satan forgive me," she finally out, and as the words left her throat into the air, a few things happened.
The choking sensation that she felt in her throat disappeared, and even though her eyes were still closed, the image of him disappeared with it.
"More," Harry was saying.
"I will continue to carry out your orders. I will get my daughter ready for you, the way it was planned from the start. She will be your servant always, as I am. Faithfully bowing to your every wish, and serving you."
As she said it, she was crying. They were tears of regret, mixed with joy. She regretted making all those promises, for deep down, she still hated the idea. But the joy of being able to breathe again was even stronger.
When Harry saw the way she had caught her breath, he started to lick his way back up to her breasts. He moved his lips to hers, and kissed her hard. He pressed his tongue into her mouth, and she started to suck on it.
"Oh, Harry," she was moaning. "Harry, sorry for everything."
As she said that, she could feel him pressing his stiffened cock against her pussy mound. He was moaning softly, and she felt him sliding it down a little lower, right between her legs, so that he could enter her pussy.
Karen spread her legs as wide as she could, and started to moan louder as he slid his dick into her. She could feel his thick cock rubbing over her clitoris, and her whole body was tingling with pleasure sensations.
It was such a relief, and such a terrific change from the pain that she had felt in her body only a few minutes ago.
He wrapped her arms tightly around his back, and started to rub it. She began to thrust her hips up and down, so that her pussy was moving, too, and he didn't have to put all that much effort into his own thrusting.
Harry clung to her, the same way she was clinging to him.
For even though he hadn't known it at the time that it was happening, he knew now what she had gone through.
He had experienced similar sensations, many times in his life, when he had questioned the words of his leader. He knew, too, that many of the others had gone through things like that, and he understood the terror of it.
He was determined to fuck all that evil out of her, for the time being, so that the pleasure waves might even make her forget what had happened. He started to grind his cock in and out of her at the same time that he was, thrusting, and he could feel her wet, slippery pussy walls, spreading even more to take him in.
"Get into it, baby," he was moaning. "Get into it."
"I am, Harry," she said to him. "I am. More than ever."
As she closed her eyes, she wanted to scream once more. For she saw his image once again, and for a few seconds, it scared her.
But then, she could see that he was smiling at her. He was smiling and moving his hand down to his own fiery organ, rubbing it. She opened her mouth and started to lick her lips, and she felt as if she could taste it. He was shaking his head yes, letting her know that he approved of what she was doing.
She felt her pussy starting to spasm hard around Harry's cock, so hard in fact, that she could hear him stifling some groans.
But then, he started to pulsate hard, and she knew he was going to come inside of her any second. She could hear his groans changing to moans, and he started to pump his thick loads of come into her pussy.
Karen couldn't remember the last time that she had felt so good. As his come filled her up, lining her wet pussy walls and heating her more than she was already heated, she started to moan even louder.
"You see," Harry was saying to her, between short breaths. "You see. He does always take care of his children. You see. He will punish you when you've done something wrong, but if you do something right, even in asking for his forgiveness, then he will reward you with pleasures, greater than any you've known."
She knew that Harry was right, and she started to thrust her hips up and down faster, so that her actions would drain his cock.
As he started to go semi-limp inside of her, they stopped moving. He rested on top of her, and started to kiss her.
"I know that it was wrong to doubt," Karen said. "I think that I was just scared for Dawn's sake. What will happen to her?"
"The same thing that's happened to all of us, at one time or another. You know that it can't be so bad."
"But she's so young and beautiful. She's so innocent, too."
"We were all innocent, once, Karen. You know that. Besides, she would lose her innocence soon, anyway. We all do. Even those who don't serve him lose it, but she will lose it and reap his rewards at the same time."
She started to smile, because she knew that he was right.
"And she will feel the power?" Karen asked him. "Will she feel it?"
"She will feel it more than any of us have. She was the chosen one, Karen. She's been the chosen one for years, and her time has almost come. When she feels the power, it will be greater than anything we have known. And when she learns how to use it to carry out his bidding, then she will enjoy it, and see how good he is being to her."
Karen was shaking her head yes. For she could see it all in her mind.
As Harry stayed inside of her, his cock started to get hard again. She could feel her pussy stretching to take in his growing cock, and when it was stiff enough, he started to thrust in and out of her pussy again.
She closed her eyes, and started to think back. She started to think about Dawn's father, Robert Knight. She had married him when she was only seventeen, because she had thought that she was pregnant.
She had let him sweet talk her into giving up her virginity, and at the time, she had been more than willing. He had a ten inch cock, and when she saw it for the first time, she had been hypnotized by it.
He had forced her to go down on it, and she had discovered, from the first lick, that she loved the taste of it. He knew how much she did, and he would force her to suck him off whenever he felt the urge.
Karen had been masturbating since she was fourteen, and when she finally got to feel Robert's cock inside of her, she had loved it. He had been so big, and it had been just what her cunt had needed to be filled. When he would thrust in and out of her, there was no way that his cock couldn't make fantastic contact with her clit, and therefore, her orgasms would always be powerful.
She thought that she had loved him, too, and when she missed two periods and thought that she was pregnant, she told him so. That was when they got married.
He worked in a factory, and hated his job. She didn't know that at the time, before they were married. In fact, be was always so sweet to her, when they were first married, but right after they took their vows, he changed.
She discovered that he was a hard, cold man.
When he would come home at night, he would look for things to fight with her about. If she made one thing for dinner, he wanted something else. If she had cleaned the house, he always found something of his that she had put away, or thrown away, and he would tell her that he bad wanted that thing, right where it was.
It was all just an excuse so that he could beat her up.
Karen had felt his fists on her flesh many times. She could remember nights when she would lie in bed, praying for the pain to go away because her body was so bruised that she thought sleep would make her forget it. But, since the bruises were so great, the pain was with her for a long time, and usually, she couldn't sleep.
Then, one night, about four months after they were married, he really started to beat her up. She couldn't even remember what that fight had been about, since there had been so many. But then, he hit her so hard, that she went reeling back, and fell down the flight of stairs in their small house.
Suddenly, she felt a throbbing pain between her legs, and as she looked down, she saw that there was blood. He just laughed as she crawled to the, phone and called the hospital for an ambulance.
They rushed her to the hospital, where she lost her baby.
She was told that it would have been a girl, and that hurt her so much.
He never came to see her, during the two weeks that she was recovering, and as she lay in the bed, pained and unable to move, she had a lot of time to think. She started to pray for something to happen.
She prayed, in fact, for his death. It seemed to be the only, way out. She wished that he would die, because he had a large insurance policy, and a great deal of money in pensions. In fact, she knew that if he was hurt on the job, badly enough, his company would provide her with a certain sum for years to come.
One night, as she lay in the hospital, she had a dream.
She dreamed that she was in a room, all a fire. She dreamed that she saw Satan, and he was beckoning to her, calling her closer to him. She walked there, until he was touching her. His hands were fiery, and her flesh burned.
But it was so much more pleasant than what she had been used to with her husband.
He spoke to her, and asked her if she was sincere in what she was praying for. She told him, that she meant every word of it.
Of course, she had thought it was all a dream.
When she was released from the hospital, he wasn't even there to pick her up. She got home early on a Thursday morning, and he was at work. He came home that night, and demanded that she wait on him, hand and foot, the way he always had. She was still in pain, but carried out his wishes.
That night, he insisted that she spread her legs for him, because he wanted to fuck her. When she refused, he beat her across the face, until she was too weak to fight back. He thrust his hard cock deep into her cunt.
Each time he would thrust into her, she would feel a pain ripping at her insides.
Once, she was thinking, I wouldn't have minded this, because I was able to conceive. But since her accident, she had been told that she would not be able to bear any more children, so feeling him ripping at her insides was more painful than ever because of that.
But she closed her eyes, and saw the image again. He was asking her if she was still sincere in her prayers.
She answered, and told him that if she could have a child, she would be more than sincere. She would follow his every command, and serve him like a slave.
When Robert came in her that night, she felt a heat like she had never felt before. His thick loads of come, lining her pussy walls, seemed to soothe all the pain that she had felt burning inside of her body.
The next morning, he fucked her again, then left for work.
He couldn't have been gone more than three hours when the call came. There had been some bizarre accident on the factory line, and his body bad been sliced right in half by a large cutting blade that they used.
She hung up the phone, after hearing the news, and was not sure what to do. Was she supposed to cry when she felt like laughing?
His insurance policy was a tremendous one, and the company had many benefits for wives of employees killed on the job, which left her with a few thousand dollars each year, for the next twenty years of her life.
And, to her amazement, and also the amazement of the doctor who had treated her when she was in the hospital, she was pregnant again. She discovered that three months later, and told the doctor how he had fucked her that last night.
Her baby was born a few months later, and Karen thought that Dawn was the most beautiful child in the world.
It wasn't until she bought the summer house upstate, and met some of the members of the cult, that she realized all this had been planned, even her purchase of the house.
Harry Edwards had been one of the first members she had met, and he had told her that she had been expected. In fact, they had been waiting for a few years, knowing that she would be coming up there.
That was when she had been reminded of her dream, and she had been serving him faithfully for years, carrying out his orders.
As she felt Harry's cock starting to pulsate inside of her, and then, his come was shooting into her pussy, she moaned softly.
Harry pulled out when his dick was spent, and the two of them stood up and started to adjust their clothing. He was finished before she was, and he waited until she was ready, then walked to the front of his store and pulled up the black curtains.
"Are you all right now?" he asked Karen, as they stood by the front door.
"Yes. I guess I was just scared for Dawn, thinking about how scared she might be when it happens to her. It is scary the first time."
"I know that. We all do."
"But then, I thought of all the things that he's done for me, and I know that anyone who serves him, will get what he or she wants in the end. He is good to those who help him. He was very good to me."
She kissed Harry on the cheek, then started to walk out of the store. As she walked toward her car so she could drive back to her house, she felt a nice, peaceful feeling running through her entire body.
Chapter Three
"You didn't tell them anything about what happened, did you?" Dawn asked, as she sat by the lake, talking with Bobby.
She had stripped off her shorts and T-shirt, and was wearing a tight, yellow bathing suit. When she had arrived at the lake, most of the kids were already in the water. Bobby had seen her sitting on a rock, and he had decided to swim right over to her.
Dawn moved her fingers to his chest, and traced the path of a small drop of water that was running down between his nipples. It eventually ended up in his navel, which is where she let her finger rest.
"No," he said to her. "I was going to ask you the, same thing."
"Of course I wouldn't," she said to him.
"Good. I'm so embarrassed about it all. I'm really sorry, Dawn."
"There's no need to be. You said something about fate having a hand in it, and you were right. Oh, Bobby, there'll be another time for us. And I'll tell you something. I'm going to save myself for you. You will be the first one."
He leaned over and kissed her on the lips. When he pressed his tongue into her mouth, she started to suck on it.
Just then, she heard a voice, making a snide remark.
"Jesus, if that's how far you got, then you're still a fucking virgin."
They broke the kiss, and Dawn opened her eyes, just in time to see Angela Robbins sashaying over to where she and Bobby were sitting. Angela was two years older than Dawn and Bobby were, and she seemed to think that her age made her more fabulous.
Dawn hated Angela, from the bottom of her large feet, to the top of her bleached blonde hair with her brown roots. Of course, she had to admit that sometimes, she wished she had a figure as nice as Angela's.
She could see the older girl's two melon-shaped tits, being hugged tightly in the bikini top that she was wearing. As she looked closer, she could see that Angela was even letting some of her brown pussy hair stick out of the legs of the bikini bottom.
"What's wrong with being a virgin, if we still are?" Dawn asked, for there was no way that Angela would know the truth.
"Nothing's wrong with it, if you're a frigid bitch."
"Angela, why don't you just fuck off and go home?" Bobby asked her. "Put some more bleach on your roots."
"This is all natural," she said, as she ran her hands over her hair.
"Naturally from the bottle, that is," Bobby told her. "Now why don't you just fuck off? No one around here likes you. Don't you know that?"
"They all love me," the girl said.
"You mean that they'd all love to punch your fucking face in," Bobby told her.
She made some kind of sound, to show her annoyance, then turned around and started to walk off in a huff. When she was at a long distance, Bobby started to laugh.
"You shouldn't be so cruel to her," Dawn said.
"I can't help it. She really is an obnoxious bitch. She always has been."
Dawn knew that. One of the reasons that she hated Angela herself, was because the girl had always been rather bitchy, and Dawn had made a tremendous effort to be nice to her, thinking that if she was nice, Angela would be nice right back to her.
"After all, the girl probably has a lot of problems," Dawn's mother had said to her, a few years back when Angela was still a bitch. "Anyone who acts the way she does, has to have problems. Being nice to her might help."
So Dawn had tried that, but it hadn't helped. So now, the young blonde girl just tried to avoid Angela whenever she could, and if Angela made it impossible, by walking over and making some kind of snot-ass comment, Dawn just usually tried to ignore her.
"Come on for a swim," Bobby said to her, as he stood up and reached for her hand.
Dawn could see that most of her friends were out on the raft, a few yards out in the water. They were playing 'King of the Mountain' on the raft, and even though she didn't like games that involved pushing and shoving, they did look like they were, having fun.
"I think that I'll sit here for a while and get some sun," Dawn said. "When I get hot enough, then I'll come into the water."
"When you get hot enough, maybe I can cool you off," Bobby said.
She laughed as he started to run toward the lake. He dove right in, and she thought that he had such sensational form. She watched him swimming toward the raft, and as he started to climb up, Eddie Benson, who seemed to be the king at the time, tried to push him off. But Bobby seemed to know just what to do.
He grabbed Eddie by the leg, and tripped him so that the boy fell backwards into the water. Then, Bobby climbed up on the raft.
He waved to Dawn, triumphantly, but he was waving too soon. For Carrie Edwards climbed up right behind him and pushed him off. As he fell into the water, Dawn could see how much he was laughing, and she loved it all.
She pulled her legs up, wrapped her arms around them, and rested her chin on her knees.
Just then, she heard a voice behind her.
"Dawn?" she could hear it calling, and when she turned and looked into the thickness where the woods began, she couldn't see anything.
She stood up when the voice called out her name again, and she started to walk toward the woods, out of curiosity.
She loved the way the woods were so thick, only a few feet away from the lake. Some nights, she and a bunch of her friends, after they ate dinner, would go into the woods, find a nice clearing, and light a fire. Then, they would sit around smoking pot and drinking beers, and they would tell ghost stories to see who could frighten who the most. Those times, she thought, were some of the better ones upstate.
As she passed a lovely pine tree, and picked off a few needles, she saw who was calling to her. It was Angela.
"What do you want?" she asked the girl, politely.
She knew that she could have asked her with a snotty tone of voice, the same way most of the kids tended to talk with Angela, but, instead, she decided to be nice, as always. When she saw Angela smile, she was shocked.
The girl could really look nice when she smiled, which wasn't too often.
"I just wanted to talk with you," Angela said. "I'm sorry about that virgin remark that I made a few minutes ago."
"That's okay," Dawn said. "I don't think that there's anything wrong with being a virgin, if in fact, I am one."
"You mean that you're not?" Angela asked, looking shocked.
"I honestly don't think that it's any of your business."
"You're right. It isn't. And I didn't mean to make it seem like it was."
"I had the feeling that you were just saying what you did to keep up your image," Dawn said, as she picked the needles off the piece of pine tree she had broken off. "You must be aware that you have some kind of image, aren't you?"
"Yes," Angela said. "I'm the older, snotty, bitchy girl around here."
"Well, you could change that, if it's bothering you. I'm assuming that it is, because you seem to be hurt when you say it."
"Could we walk?" Angela asked, and Dawn nodded. They started to walk deeper into the woods. "I guess I've always had this kind of superiority complex with all you kids. See what I mean? I mean, you're really not even a kid. You're just two years younger than I am."
"Why don't you ever hang out with kids your own age?" Dawn asked.
"Because they don't like me, either. Besides, there aren't very many of them. Most of the kids who are nineteen are away at college, even during the summer, doing their own thing. But my mom still drags me up here each year, as if she's afraid of coming and staying in the house alone."
"Why? Don't you like it up here?" Dawn asked, because she knew how much she loved it herself. In fact, she knew that if her mother ever suggested doing anything else for a summer, she would put up a big fight.
"I used to," Angela said. "I mean, when the kids liked me and all. A few years back. But ever since then, when they've hated me, I can't stand it."
Angela stopped and reached into her bikini top. Dawn gasped as the girl pulled out a joint from one cup, and then, a book of matches from the other.
She lit it and started to toke on it, then handed it to Dawn. As Dawn took it, she saw Angela sit down on a large rock, and she sat down next to her.
The pot that Angela had seemed very strong, and since Dawn hadn't had anything to eat that day, it seemed even stronger. She could feel her head reaching a high the moment she took a toke, but she continued to smoke anyway.
"You know something," Dawn said to her. "I think that if you changed your act, and started to be nice to the kids, they'd be nice right back to you. In fact, I know that they would."
"Even Bobby?" Angela asked, and Dawn had to laugh.
"Well, Bobby really does hate your guts, but I know that he's open to change. We're all open to some change. You must realize that."
Angela had a smile on her face the whole time, and Dawn had to smile with her.
"You're so sweet," Angela said to her, and she leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Somehow, I knew that if I talked to you, I would be able to get things settled. I mean, you're always so reasonable. Much more so than all the others."
The joint was finished then, Dawn knew what was happening, moving her lips toward her own.
She started to move her body, too, so that when her tongue pressed into Dawn's gasping mouth, her body weight was pressing down on Dawn's.
Dawn tried to fight her off, but Angela seemed to be too strong. She continued to tongue kiss the younger girl, and as she did, she moved her hands down and started to pull Dawn's bikini top off.
Dawn couldn't stop her, and soon, naked globes were bared.
Then, Angela started to lick her way down Dawn's body. She moved her tongue to one of Dawn's nipples, and started to suck on it.
That was when the young girl felt pleasure surge. But, along with the surge, there was also a bit of revulsion.
"Angela, please stop it," she started to moan. "Stop it."
"Dawn, I knew that I could talk to you, because I knew that you would understand this. Only you would understand this. You're still a virgin, I know, and you could only still be one because of one reason. You're like me."
Dawn began to understand, what Angela was talking about, although she knew that she was not like the girl at all.
Angela was a lesbian, so it seemed, from the passion that she was sending forth as she licked Dawn's nipples. But Dawn hated it.
She started to try and push Angela off her body, and the older girl got furious.
She slapped Dawn across the face, hard.
"You're going to take it," she screamed. "You can't fight it."
Angela started to lick her way further down, yanking Dawn's bikini pants right off so that she was completely naked. When the older girl saw Dawn's blonde muff, and her red pussy lips, she started to moan.
"Oh, I wanted to do this to you for the longest time," she said, and before Dawn could stop her, the girl dove into her pussy.
She pressed her lips against Dawn's red pussy lips, and started to lick them. She was beginning to build up a wetness inside of Dawn, and Dawn could feel herself growing weaker as her passions were raised.
Angela's fingers wandered up to her and she started to pluck at them.
When Dawn felt the combination of fingers on her nipples, and the mouth on pussy, she could hardly stand it.
She started to moan softly, and her moans, all from raised passions, seemed to make Angela think that she was enjoying it all.
But deep down, she hated it. She felt as if the girl was definitely taking advantage of her, and she was sorry that she had ever been nice to Angela to begin with. And even more, she hated Angela because she knew that the girl's sweet-talk as they walked through the woods, had all been bullshit.
She had just been acting nice like that, getting ready for the kill.
Angela dug her tongue deep into Dawn's cunt,, and when Dawn's clit started to get stiffer, the girl began to suck on it. She flicked her tongue back and forth over the tip of it, and Dawn could feel her pussy spasming more.
When Angela pulled her fingers away from her nipples, she had no idea what was going to happen next. She couldn't see that Angela was slipping out of her own bikini pants, until Angela was climbing up on the rock.
She spread her legs and started to move her naked, brown-haired pussy patch, down over Dawn's face, until Dawn could hardly breathe anything but cunt.
"Lick me, too," Angela said to her, but it was more of a command. "Do it, Dawn. I want you to lick me now."
Dawn could feel her stomach turning, and she thought that she was going to throw up. Then, she felt Angela thrusting her own cunt back and forth, so that even though Dawn wasn't licking, Angela was able to stimulate herself by rubbing her pussy lips against Dawn's closed mouth.
She spread Dawn's pussy lips with her own fingers, exposing her clit, then started to lick it even harder. She raised Dawn's passions even more, and Dawn thought that an orgasm on her part would only make Angela think she liked it more.
As she started to come, she could feel an incredible amount of suction in her own pussy. And just then, Angela's pussy started to drip, and Dawn could feel the juices starting to run all over her face.
She tried to push the girl off then, and when she opened her mouth to scream, she tasted the juices dripping onto her tongue.
"Angela, get off of me," she said, feeling like she was going to vomit. "Get off of me right now. Get the fuck off."
But Angela was too lost in Dawn's own creaming pussy, and Dawn could feel the girl spreading her lips wide, so that she could dig her tongue in deep, and lick, some of the cream off her cunt walls.
As she did that, she made sure to keep stimulating Dawn's clit, so that Dawn could feel another orgasm building up as the first one was starting to subside.
She hated it. She closed her eyes to concentrate on fighting it, because didn't want Angela to make her come wanted the girl to leave her alone, for the rest of her life.
Dawn's body was sweating like crazy, because of the raised pussy pleasure passions, and she was so weak, that she just had to give in.
She started to lick Angela's pussy, only in the hopes that making the girl come once, would satisfy her enough and make her move her cunt away. When she felt the cream starting to pour out of Angela, she wanted to die.
Meanwhile, her second orgasm was starting to build to a higher point than the first one had been, and she knew that it was going to be even more intense. She could feel Angela rubbing her belly around, because her belly was making contact with Dawn's tits. Her nipples were hard as a rock because of that stimulation.
When Dawn started to come a second time, she held her breath. She could feel the explosions happening, not only in her pussy where the pleasures stemmed from, but all over her body. In her nipples, her thighs, and most of all, in her head.
She could feel her head thought that she saw it.
The fire.
When she saw the flames, she started to cry. She kept thinking that this was the first time she had ever seen them with another person, and this other person happened to be a girl.
Could that have meant something, she wondered. Could it have meant that I'm a Lesbian?
Her whole body trembled in fear as she thought about that. Her mother had, even said that you don't feel the fire with everyone, but that only certain people could bring out the fire of sex in another person.
Bobby hadn't been able to do it, although she had been hot for him to try.
Angela was doing it. She was doing it, even more than when Dawn masturbated. As Dawn started to come out of the orgasm, and Angela finally lifted her pussy up off the girl's face, spinning, and she was crying hysterically.
"What's wrong?" Angela asked, but Dawn couldn't talk. She started to flail her arms around, left and right, hitting Angela whenever she could, hoping that she was hitting the girl bard enough so that it hurt her badly.
"You fucking bitch," she said, when she was finally able to talk. "You fucking pussy-eating dyke. How the hell could you have done that to me?"
When Angela saw how mad Dawn was, she knew that she would have to try another approach. The kind words she had used before were not going to work.
"You wanted it," she said to the girl. "You wanted it, and you know it. You were even begging me for it. You're a pussy lover."
Dawn slapped the girl across the face, and then Angela slapped her back.
"I'm going to tell them all about you," Dawn said, "And that way, they'll all have a reason to hate you. Most of them had a reason, but none of them could figure out why. Now they'll all know."
"I'll tell them that you wanted it," Angela said. "I'll tell them that you begged me for it, and all the girls who aren't virgins, who are wondering why you're still one, they'll believe me. They all will. You know, they always wondered about you, and why it was taking you so long to lose it. They always did. You had so many chances to lose it up here, but you never did. They'll know if I tell them."
Dawn sensed that she was right, and she tried to control herself.
She sensed that Angela was right because most of the times, when they would light fires at night and sit around talking, even though they'd start with ghost stories, the subject would always turn to sex.
Almost all of the kids upstate had lost their cherries years back, and Dawn and Bobby were two of the last kids to try anything. That was why, Dawn knew, it was important to keep the kids from finding out what had happened between Bobby and herself the night before, because they would all make vile comments about it.
As Dawn thought about all this, she sensed that Angela was leaving. She managed to dry her eyes so that she could see clearly enough, and she saw the girl running back toward the lake, fast.
"Where are you going?" she screamed, but the girl wouldn't answer.
Dawn sat on the rock for a few more seconds, then started to reach for her suit. She slipped into the panties, then pulled the top back on. As she stood up, her legs were still a little bit wobbly.
She leaned against a tree, felt some more support from it, then started to stumble back toward the lake, convinced that there had been something other than marijuana in the joint that she had smoked with, Angela.
There had to have been, she told herself. Otherwise, she never would have been so weak that she couldn't fight the girl off. And also, she was still very weak now, and needed the support of the trees.
As she approached the lake, she could see that Angela was swimming out toward the raft, where all the other kids were now sitting. Some of them were in the water a few feet away, and Angela seemed to be calling to them.
"Don't tell them," Dawn started to think. "Don't you say anything to them about what happened, you fucking bitch."
Angela was swimming closer and closer to the kids, waving her arms, and Dawn was sure that the girl was trying to get their attention to tell them. She had to have been. She was even screaming out something, that Angela couldn't hear.
"No," Dawn kept thinking. "You can't tell them. I'd rather see you drown first, you stupid cunt. I'd rather see you drown."
Just then, she saw Angela starting to sink below the water. She kept bobbing up and down and it didn't seem like she was wave toward the others to get their anymore. Instead, it seemed like drowning, and waving for help.
"Drown, drown, drown," Dawn kept thinking. "Sink deeper."
She watched Angela trying to keep her head above water. She could see, though, that the girl had her mouth open, and she was trying to scream. But the water was rushing into her mouth each time she opened it.
"Drown!"
It wasn't until she saw Angela sink under the water, without surfacing again, that she came out of the trance that she was in.
"Over there," she started to scream at the kids on the raft, and they all looked at her to see what she was screaming about. "Over there. Look over there. Look there. Angela is drowning. Right over there."
A few of them understood what she was saying then, and they looked over toward the spot where Angela had been.
Bobby dove off the raft and started to swim there, and a few of the other began to follow him, until they were all in that spot.
Then, Dawn watched as they all started to swim under the water, to try and find the girl. At one point, she saw Bobby disappear, and she started to count. It seemed like he was down there forever, and she began to cry.
"Not him," she said, moving her lips silently. "Not him. No. Not any of them. Not any of them. Let them all live."
Just then, Bobby's head popped out of the water, and he was waving at her.
He started to swim toward the shore, and it wasn't until he was climbing out of the water that she saw he was alone. There were still a few others swimming around that area, but she couldn't see Angela at all.
"Let me go get the sheriff," Bobby said to her. "I dove down, and I couldn't even see her. She must have sunk very deep."
"Oh God," Dawn started to say, as she hugged her own shoulders and started to rock back and forth. "Oh God. I killed her."
"What? What are you talking about? You don't know what you're saying. Come on with me and we can get the sheriff."
He dragged her behind him, and they started to run toward her car. She didn't even know what was happening, but as long as there was someone leading her somewhere, she didn't even care. She let herself be dragged.
Bobby drove right over to the sheriffs, and the man hopped into his car and followed them back toward the lake. By that time, most of the kids were out of the water, sitting on the shore. Some of them were shivering at the thought of what had happened.
Dawn looked around desperately, hoping that one of the kids sitting there would be Angela, but she was nowhere to be seen.
"She has to be dead," Karen Evans said. "The boys searched all over the area where she went down. They couldn't find anything anywhere."
Dawn burst into tears, and she knew that all her friends had to be looking at her with amazement, wondering why she would cry so much about someone that they all hated.
"I think that you should take her home," the sheriff said to Bobby. "She doesn't look like she can handle this."
Bobby put his arm around her shoulders and started to lead her back to his car. He began to drive her back to her house, when she started to mumble something about being responsible for killing her again.
"She drowned, Dawn," he screamed at her. "She drowned. That's all there is to it. You were standing on the shore. How could you have done it?"
"I wanted her to drown," Dawn said. "I saw her swimming toward all of you, and I wanted her to drown. I prayed for it."
"Why?"
Dawn was just about to tell him, when she closed her mouth. What would he think if she told him the truth, she wondered?
No. She couldn't tell him, and she couldn't tell anyone. Things were okay the way they were. If Angela was really dead, as she seemed to be, then no one would ever know the truth about what had happened.
Her mother wrapped her arms around Dawn's shoulders when Bobby brought, her into her house, and she could hear some faint voices, in the distance. It was her mother and Bobby, talking about what had happened.
Bobby was telling her everything, about the drowning, and about Dawn's violent reaction toward the incident.
"Thank you for bringing her home," Karen said to Bobby. "I'll take her upstairs and put her into bed. Come by later," if you want to see her."
Dawn felt herself being led upstairs, into her room. Her mother took off her bathing suit and slipped on a summery, light nightdress. Then, her mother pulled down the covers and put her to bed.
She fell into a deep sleep, and began to dream.
There was a red, glowing fire, surrounding her. She was standing on, the shore, by the lake, looking out at Angela's drowning figure.
She was praying that the girl would die, and then, she could see him.
He was standing on the water, right over Angela, and he was forcing her down, deeper and deeper. His eyes, were a glowing red color, and he was staring right at Dawn, licking his lips. Then, he was looking down.
As her eyes followed his, she could see that he was stroking his hard cock. It was enormous, and bigger than any she had ever seen.
"Drown," she kept thinking, and he seemed to be reading her mind, and carrying out her wishes, forcing Angela deeper and deeper into the water.
Then, he was looking at Dawn and he was smiling. He was shaking his head up and down, and she knew that he was telling her, silently, that he had carried out her wishes. As he started to walk closer to her, on the water, his cock seemed to glow even more, and then, he was standing before her.
He was forcing her to sink to her knees, and he was rubbing his fiery pole against her lips, hard. She opened her mouth to scream.
"Dawn," she heard her mother say, as she sat up in bed and felt her mother wrapping her arms around her. "Dawn, are you all right?"
She opened her eyes, and saw her mother sitting there. She glanced out at the window, and she could see that there was blackness outside. It was night, and yet, it had seemed like she had been sleeping for only a few minutes. Her entire body was shivering until her mother managed to warm her up.
"Bobby came to see you," her mother Said. "Do you think that you're well enough to see him right now? Strong enough?"
"Yes," she said. "I want to see him."
"All right. I'll get him," Karen said, and she stood up.
As her mother, walked outside, Dawn was sure that she heard the woman whispering something to Bobby, right outside her door. She was sure that she head something about "Not telling her," this or that, but couldn't, figure it all out.
Bobby walked into her room and closed the door behind him. He walked over to her bed and sat down, then took her hand.
"How are you feeling?" he asked her. "Better?"
"Yes, I think so," she said. "Did they find Angela's body?. Did they?"
"Yes," he said. "They did. She drowned. Her lungs were filled with water."
"Anything else?" she asked, as if she knew already.
Bobby looked like he was about to say something, but then, he shook his head no. She knew that he was lying to her.
"Bobby, there is something else. Tell me. I want to know."
"No," he said. "There is nothing else, Dawn. That's it. They dragged the lake and they found her body, a few feet from where we had been diving for her."
"What else? I heard my mother tell you not to tell me, but I have to know. Bobby, if you really love me, you'll be honest with me."
"All right," he said. "They found her body, but there was something strange about it. She was burned, right there in the water. They dragged her up, and saw that her flesh was burned right off her body. Burned, in the water."
Chapter Four
"I told you not to tell her anything," Karen said, scolding Bobby.
She had been sitting in the living room with a drink, when she had heard her daughter screaming from her bedroom. Even as she had started to run up the stairs, she had sensed that Bobby hadn't listened to her.
Dawn was lying in bed, screaming hysterically, as Bobby tried to hold her down. She was flailing her arms in the air, and kicking her legs up and down.
Karen had pushed him away, and she started to hug her daughter tightly, kissing her and telling her that everything was going to be all right. When she was finally able to get Dawn to calm down, she stayed with her for a few more minutes, until the girl was sleeping peacefully again.
Then, she marched Bobby right down into the living room, and began to scold him.
"She wanted to know, Mrs. Knight," he said to her. "She heard you telling me something out in the hall, and she had an idea of what it was. She wanted to know. I didn't have to tell her anything. She seemed, to know already."
"But you confirmed what she thought. She wasn't well enough to hear that."
Bobby looked a little sad, almost as if he was going to cry.
"I know," he said to her. "I know that now. I'm sorry. But when she kept asking, I couldn't keep from telling her. I didn't know that she was going to react that way, and I kept thinking that she was going to find out sooner or later." "You're right about that," Karen said. "She would have found out as soon as she was well enough. I'm sorry for yelling at you."
"Don't you think you're drinking a little too much?" Bobby asked her, for he had smelled the alcohol on her breath when she had come running upstairs, and he could see how she was starting to pour herself another large drink.
Karen almost dropped the glass when, he pointed that out to her, yet she managed to remain calm looking.
"What I do is my own business," she said, in a harsh tone, and then, she realized just how mean she was being. "I'm sorry again, Bobby. It's just that I hate to see Dawn so upset about things."
"Me, too," Bobby said. "I'm a little upset myself. No, frightened is more the word that I'm looking for. What happened to Angela is frightening."
Karen had to nod in agreement, because that was just what she was feeling.
In fact, when she had first gotten the call from the sheriff, after the body had been found, she had almost passed out. She knew the kind of power that could cause a girl's body to burn in the water, and it scared her.
It scared her even more, because she knew that Dawn had the power in her own mind. She hadn't known that something like that was going to happen, and she knew for a fact that Dawn knew nothing, either.
That meant, she was walking around with a certain kind of power that she couldn't even control, and if it should get out of hand again, something worse could happen.
Suddenly, Karen Knight had an idea.
"Bobby, what are you doing tonight?" she asked the boy, and when he said nothing she smiled at him. "Look, I have to go out for something, and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind babysitting for Dawn. I mean, just staying here."
"No, I wouldn't mind at all," he said. "I'll stay down here, unless she gets up."
"Great. Help yourself to anything in the icebox, or in the liquor cabinet. Or, if you want, you can even smoke your pot here. But don't go up and bother Dawn unless you hear her getting up, okay? She needs her rest."
"Sure. What time do you think you'll be back here?"
"I hope soon," she said, "but I have no idea."
She finished her second drink, then looked at her reflection in the mirror. Although she knew that most people would think she looked beautiful, she couldn't help but think that she looked a little ragged.
She reached for her bag on the way out, then ran to her car.
The first place that she drove to was Harry Edwards house, because she wanted to talk to him and try and get some kind of explanation from him, about what bad happened with Dawn and her powers.
But there was no light on, and after ringing the bell three times without an answer, she came to the conclusion that there was no one home. Next, she went to Dan Parker's, but he was out, too.
As she started to stop by the houses of the different people in the cult, she was getting more and more scared. None of them were home, and she couldn't understand where they would all be. If there was to be any kind of meeting, she was usually notified.
The last place that she decided to try, seeing as how they were the senior members of the group, was Eloise Stanis and Hedda Smith's house.
They were two elderly women who shared a house a few miles up the road, and as Karen drove there, she started to think about the two of them.
They were two people who had helped her come to grips with things that had been happening around her when she first moved upstate. Even though Harry Edwards told her a little bit about the cult, she had been confused until Eloise explained it all.
She told Karen how she had been chosen by Satan himself, and how Karen's husband's death had all been the work of the Devil.
Karen had sat there listening, and she had been looking at the woman's face the whole time. Although she had white hair, Eloise seemed to look so young. She had hardly a wrinkle on her face.
During one of their rituals, when they had all stripped, she bad been amazed to see something else. Both Eloise and Hedda had the bodies of women in their thirties. Their breasts were large, full, and not at all saggy, and there, was hardly a wrinkle on their bodies, either.
Karen had always suspected that the two women were lesbian lovers, because she had seen the lay they touched each other during the rites. However, she had never brought it up to either one of the women, thinking that they, would tell her it was all part of the ritual anyway, and in the end, not even caring one way or the other.
As she pulled up in front of their large house, she could see that there were a lot of lights on, on all three floors. She knew that something had to be brewing, and she turned the car off, threw the keys in her bag, then started to run toward the house.
Before she even knocked on the door, it was opened.
Eloise was standing there, her gray hair pulled back in a pony tail. She was wearing a loose-fitting black robe, and Karen could see, from the outline of the woman's stiff nipples, that she was naked underneath.
"Good evening Karen. I was expecting you to be here soon."
"For what?" the woman asked, as she walked inside and looked around. She couldn't see anyone else in the living room.
"You and I both know for what. Don't think that I didn't hear about the accident, just like everyone else in the town. In some ways, I was hoping that you'd be here, and in others, I hoped you wouldn't."
"Eloise, talk sense to me," Karen said, getting a little edgy. "You can't hope for both at the same time."
"Ah, but I can. I can sense the questions that must be running through your head, and I will answer them. But tonight, we're having a ritual."
"Why wasn't I called?"
"It was decided that it would be better if you weren't," the older woman said. "You see, you have never seen anything like what you're about to see tonight, and we didn't know if you wanted to see it"
"But I've served faithfully for years, and ... "
"Harry Edwards told me about what happened, between the two of you this afternoon. You questioned your faith in him, and he was angered. If you questioned it this afternoon, you will most certainly question it tonight."
"What ... "
"There is a robe. Slip into it and then come with me. After the ritual, we will talk."
Karen could see a black robe lying across the back of a chair in the living room, and she walked over and picked it up. She started to strip off all her clothing, feeling a little self-conscious about Eloise seeing her naked this way. After all, if Eloise was one of them, she thought, maybe she was interested.
She slid the robe on as soon as she could, then watched as Eloise picked up a candle and started to walk down to her basement.
Karen could already hear the chanting that was going on, and she started to move her lips, almost as if she was in a trance, singing the familiar song.
"Oh Satan, thou art our father. We worship only you. We listen to the words you tell us, knowing they're all true. Oh Satan, father of us all, well worship and obey. And in return you'll help us live, more free from day to day."
As she walked down the stairs, she could see that the worshippers were gathered around in a, circle, all facing something in the middle.
Eloise walked over and began to enter, the circle, and Karen took her place between Dan and Harry. As she looked toward the middle, she gasped.
There, sitting on her knees, naked, and trembling, was Jenny Reynolds, Jim Reynold's wife, Karen could see that there were lash marks all over her body, as if she had been whipped over and over again.
She knew that they were fresh marks, because there was still some blood dripping.
"Please," Jenny was saying. "I ask your forgiveness. All of you."
"It is too late to ask our forgiveness," Karen heard a voice say, and she looked across the circle and saw that Hedda Smith was doing the talking. "Now you have to ask him, but I'm sure that he will refuse."
Karen saw the way Jenny was starting to tremble again, and she was dying to know what the woman was being punished for.
She remembered that Dan Parker had told, her Jim Reynolds had dropped out, and he had started going to Church regularly, every Sunday.
"Scream to him and ask for forgiveness," Hedda yelled out. "Tell him what your sin was so he will know again."
"It was not my sin," Jenny said, and Karen could hear the choked tears in the woman's voice. "It Was Jim's. It was all his fault. I couldn't stop him. I was still in the hospital recovering. I couldn't stop him."
"It was your child," Hedda screamed. "Your child. You let him take it and baptize it before Satan could get to it. You have betrayed your master."
Just then, Karen heard the lashing sound, and she saw the whip fly out and hit Jenny on her left breast, so that it cut into the skin. Blood started to drip from her breast, and she, moved her hand there.
"It is time now," Eloise said. "Time for all of us."
In one swift motion, all the cult members reached down and lifted their gowns up over their heads. As Karen let hers fall to the floor, she looked around at the men, and saw just bow many of them were aroused.
Dan and Harry both had large erections, and Kenny Lonin and David Swift, standing across from her, looked as if they were getting hard, too. She looked at the bodies of the women, and was surprised to see a great deal of wet cunt lips.
Hedda's pussy looked so wet, that the cream was dripping down her thigh.
"Satan wants you to satisfy us all while, he decides," Hedda said. Jenny started to tremble, but then, the gray-haired woman walked into the middle of the circle, pulled Jenny on her knees toward the group on the outskirts, and pulled her mouth right to her pussy.
"Lick it. Lick the flesh for Satan. Lick it for your master."
There was a wild chanting going on, as the group started to sway back and forth.
"Lick it for the Devil, and you will get rewards in Hell. The rewards will be much richer, if you lick it very well. For the Devil is thy master, one to whom you bow and pray, and unless you want to keep on living, you must follow Satan's way."
Karen felt herself getting caught up in the frenzy, and she started to sway back and forth, chanting along with the crowd.
She could see Hedda holding onto the black-haired woman's shoulders as she thrust her pussy back and forth against her face. Karen was almost sure that Hedda was leaning on the girl for support, because her senses were high, and she was feeling weak-kneed.
"Yes, lick the cream," Hedda screamed out, above the chanting. "Suck it out of me and drink it all down."
When Hedda pushed Jenny away from her, so that the girl fell on her bruised hack, Karen could see her face dripping with pussy cream. Kenny Lonin stepped out of the circle, his hard cock bobbing up and down.
He pulled Jenny up roughly, and before he even stepped back, he had thrust his huge cock deep into her mouth. She was starting to gag on it, but he pulled back in time to let her get some air.
Then, he started to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, fast. Karen watched as the sweat was dripping down his flesh, and she could see the drops glistening in the candlelight, which was the only light in the room.
"Suck it for the Devil," he was screaming. "Suck it, for it belongs to him and he wants to see how faithful you are. Suck it, bitch."
He seemed to be lost in a frenzy, fucking her mouth so hard, that the sounds of slapping flesh resounded in the room.
It seemed to be even louder, than the sounds of the chanting, which was reaching such a height, that Karen could feel the echoing effect, as if they were caught up in some kind of echo chamber.
When Kenny started to come in her mouth, he pulled his cock back.
"Whore," he screamed at her, and he started to jerk his cock shaft hard, pumping his cream all over her face. "Whorish pig."
When he was through with her, there was come on her face and breasts.
She was pulled down the line, to the next woman, waiting, and the woman grabbed the back of Jenny's head and started to thrust her pussy against the girl's mouth. Jenny looked as if she was about to pass out, but the woman pushed her down on her back.
Karen watched the way the woman was playing with her own nipples as she thrust her red-haired pussy back and forth, and then, she pushed Jenny away.
David Swift was so eager to get her, that he didn't even let her get-up. She was lying on her back as he bent down, straddled her face, and started to thrust his dick in and out of her mouth as fast as he could.
"Take it down for the Devil," he screamed.
"Lick it for the Devil, and you will get rewards in Hell," the chanting continued.
Karen was so caught up in it then, that she could feel a pleasure tingle in her own cunt. She couldn't wait until it was her turn to be with Jenny, for she hated the woman now, so much, like all the others.
She hated the woman for letting her son get baptized. The son had been born because of Satan's wishes. After all, everyone in the cult knew that Jim Reynolds was sterile, and it was only by the work of the Devil that Jim had been able to fertilize his wife's egg.
Karen had no idea why Jim had turned his back on the Devil, after his wife had become pregnant, and she really didn't care to know why. All that mattered was that he had, and he had probably had some influence over his wife.
"Suck it down," David started to scream, and they could all hear Jenny gagging as he shot his first load of come into her throat.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and shot the rest on her belly and pussy patch, so that her body was bathed in even more cream.
Then, Eloise stepped out of the circle. She pulled Jenny to her knees and thrust her black-haired pussy against the girl's mouth.
"For the Devil is thy master, one to whom you bow and pray," they chanted.
Eloise was thrusting her cunt against Jenny's face so hard and so fast, that the girl looked like she was going to pass out. She could hardly keep herself up on her knees, and in the end, Eloise was holding Jenny up by her hair. Jenny looked as if she was going to scream, and if she did, those screams were muffled in the woman's pussy.
Next, Dan Parker stepped out of the circle.
He started to thrust his hard cock into Jenny's mouth, and by that time, she looked as if she could take no more. She seemed to be just keeping her mouth open so that he could thrust his cock in and out.
"Suck, you fucking bitch," Dan screamed, and he slapped her across the face over and over again, so that large black and blue marks were forming.
Karen couldn't believe how violent he was being, and for a second, she wanted to scream at him and tell him to stop. But she caught herself in time, realizing that if she did anything, to try and stop what was happening, she might end up being the next one in the middle of the circle.
Dan's cock started to throb, and he pulled out of her mouth before he even came in her throat. He started to shoot his thick cream all over her face, and Karen was surprised to see how much there was.
By the time it was her turn to press her pussy against the girl's mouth, she could see that Jenny's face was covered with come.
There was a great deal of it dripping all over her body, too, but most of it was running out of her mouth and was also on her cheeks.
"Suck my pussy, you traitorous cunt," Karen screamed, hardly even aware of what she was saying herself. "Suck it for Satan."
She had only felt a woman licking her pussy once or twice before, during, other rituals, and she had always faked her orgasms.
But she was so caught up in the frenzy of what was going on, that she could feel her cunt beginning to get wetter. It spasmed gently.
She felt Jenny's tongue working over her clit, back and forth, and she could feel her legs getting weaker. She pressed her weight down on the girl's shoulders for support, and as she started to come, she closed her eyes.
Karen could see him standing before her when her eyes were closed, and he seemed to be nodding in approval of what she was doing. He seemed to be smiling at her, too.
And she felt her cream being sucked right out of her cunt, and she made sure to rub it against the girl's chin, so that it would be dripping all over her face, like everyone else's come was dripping.
Harry Edwards was the last one to fuck her mouth.
His cock was bigger than all the other cocks of the men in the circle, and Karen could see how scared Jenny was when he thrust it between her lips. He moved his fingers down to her breasts and started to pluck at them.
She groaned, because her nipples had been bruised by the lashing whip, and he was only bringing her pain by rubbing them.
But he didn't seem to care. If anything, It pleased him more than bothered him.
Harry started to moan about five minutes after he was in her mouth, and he was taking the longest of all of them. He was also giving her the most brutal treatment of all of them, and he was enjoying it, obviously.
Jenny's jaw looked swollen, and she looked as if she might, never be able to close, her mouth again, after doing so much sucking and licking.
As Harry started to come, he shot his cream on her body, so that everyone in the circle could see it shooting out.
Then, he stepped back into the evil ring, leaving her in the middle again.
"What is your command, oh Lord of Hell?" Eloise started to scream out, and when she closed her eyes, Karen noticed the way all the others in the circle closed their eyes.
She kept hers open for the longest time, as she studied the intense looks of all of their faces. She knew that if she closed her eyes, she would see what the answer was, with all the others.
When she did, she started to feel tense, also.
She could see an image of him, sitting on his throne, surrounded by fire. He was smiling, almost slyly, and then, he was shaking his head no. No He was not going to forgive Jenny Reynolds for what she had done.
Karen opened her eyes in time to see that Lenny was just starting to close her eyes. As the woman did, she opened her mouth and let out the most wild scream that Karen had ever heard.
For Jenny was seeing how she was being condemned, and even though Karen couldn't bring herself to watch, she could see that all the others still had their eyes closed.
Then, with eyes still closed, they started to move in closer, making the circle, even tighter, so that Jenny didn't seem to have any room to breathe.
Karen felt herself being drawn closer, like all the others, until she was standing around Jenny, too.
Then, Hedda reached out first. Her nails were long, and she dug them right into Jenny's skin. She started to pull hard, ripping out a piece of her flesh. Jenny's screams were even more blood-curdling as her blood started to flow, and soon, they were all reaching for her, tearing at her flesh.
Karen felt herself being drawn into the blood bath.
She had read about mob deaths. She was even thinking of Julius Caesar at the time, but unlike Caesar, who had been killed with knives, cutting him, over and, over again, Jenny was being torn apart by hands, and fingers, and nails.
Soon, there was just a mass of bloody flesh lying in the middle of the circle, and as they all started to step back, Karen could see that everyone in the circle was covered with blood, too.
Harry turned to her and kissed her, and he started to lick her body. She looked at her breasts, covered with red blood, and saw his tongue starting to lick it all away. Then, her breast was clean, and he licked his way down her belly.
She leaned over and moved her tongue to Harry's chest and started to lick away the blood that coated him. As she looked around the room, she could see that they were all licking each other clean, drinking the blood that was once Jenny Reynold's.
When they were all clean, the spell that had surrounded their cult circle, seemed to be broken. A few of the other women gasped, and Karen thought that she was going to be sick. She was glad that she had Harry to lean on.
"All right," Hedda was saying, "No one panic. Dave, I want you and Harry to clean up this mess. Put her in a plastic bag, and drop her off at Jim's house. Then go get the sheriff, and tell him that you heard some screaming coming from his house. Make sure to leave this dagger. Jim will live a more hellish life in prison than he ever would have lived on earth."
Karen knew that they were going to make it look like Jim had murdered his wife. She also knew that they would get away with it.
As she watched them stuff the bloody bones and flesh into the bag, she turned and started to run upstairs. She ran into the bathroom and started to vomit.
Just as she was finished, and she was standing up to wash her mouth out, she heard a voice, talking to her.
"You see, Karen. I sensed that you wouldn't be able to take this."
She turned around in time to see Eloise, standing there, leaning against the door.
"I'm sorry," Karen said. "I just got sick."
"One day, you will be stronger," Eloise said to her. "When you've seen enough of these things, you learn to build up a resistance. But now, come into the living room so that we can talk. You wanted to ask me something, didn't you?"
Chapter Five
Karen felt as if she were going to push the gas pedal right through the floor as she raced back toward her house. She was going ninety miles an hour already, but that wasn't even fast enough for her.
She hoped that everything would be all right, and hoped that she wouldn't return to any kind of bloody mess.
As she drove, she started to think about her talk with Eloise.
After the woman had helped her freshen up, they had both gotten dressed, and then, they had sat in the living room, over a hot cup of tea, talking.
"What happened today?" Karen wanted to know. "What happened with my daughter?"
"Her power is beginning to develop," Eloise had said to her. "None of us knew that it would happen before her birthday, and that was why there was no reason to worry. We all thought that it would start afterwards, and, by that time, she would know enough about them to use them."
"Then she killed the girl?" Karen asked.
"Not exactly. I can't give you all the details. However, Angela had obviously built up enough anger inside of Dawn so that she had a death wish toward the girl. Those thoughts were transmitted, and the wish came true."
"But why would Dawn wish anyone dead? She's always been such a good girl, and she's always loved almost everyone around her."
"Apparently, Angela was not one of them. I don't, know what the girl did to bring out Dawn's anger, but the had to have done something."
"It's all so strange," Karen said. I never thought that anything like this would happen. I never thought that ... "
Suddenly, Eloise had slapped her across the face, hard.
"And that is why you're beginning to have your doubts," she screamed at Karen. "You never thought this, and you never thought that. Bullshit. You seemed too happy when you found out that your husband was cut in half. Perhaps you didn't know why, at the time, but when you found out years later, you didn't seem to care. If anything, it just explained it all, but you were still happy."
"But this is my daughter," Karen said. "I don't want her to be hurt."
"You think that Satan would hurt her? Remember something else, my dear. They told you, after that bastard husband of yours beat you so that you lost your first baby, that you would never be able to have another one. You did. Who do you think was responsible for that? Who? Answer me."
Karen had felt a cold chill running through her body.
"Robert fucked me the night before he died. It's his child."
"I'm not arguing with you about that," Eloise said "It is his child. But you were bruised and sore inside. Only one person changed that. Only one person made it so you could bear another child. A child for him."
Karen was crying then, and Eloise stopped for a second. As she looked over toward the door, she could see two men carrying out the large plastic sack, with the thing inside it that was once Jenny Reynolds.
Karen had felt sick again, but she turned away, looked back at the old woman, and waited until she heard the front door slam shut.
"What is she being saved for?" Karen asked Eloise. "I have to know."
"The Devil wants a virgin, and she is to be his virgin. That is all that you have to know, my dear. No one can have her until Satan does, and by the time anyone else does, she will be his, and his alone."
"For what purpose?"
Eloise started to scream at her again, telling her that she was asking foolish questions which didn't concern her.
"Did you ask those questions when your husband died? No. You seem to be something of a selfish woman, and he, hates selfish women. This daughter of yours is part his, too. Remember that at all times."
"But what if she starts to use the power again?"
"That is what I was hoping you would ask," Eloise said to her. "I think that you should bring her here, until her eighteenth birthday party. She will be safe here. She will have all the comforts of home."
Eloise smiled at Karen, her lips twisted sardonically.
"Hedda and I can watch over her and make sure that she doesn't get angry again."
"No," Karen bad screamed, just as Hedda entered the room. "I won't. I won't let her come to live herewith you, because ... "
"Oh, really?" Hedda exclaimed, sarcastically.
They both started to laugh, and then Hedda leaned over and kissed Eloise on the lips. She kissed her hard, and for a long time, digging her tongue deep into the woman's mouth. Eloise started to suck on Hedda's tongue, and as Karen watched, she could feel her stomach starting to turn.
"Lesbians," Hedda said, as she pulled her mouth away and looked at Karen. "Yes, we are Lesbians. We prefer women to men. But then again, my dear, what do you think of yourself as? Tell us that."
"I'm a straight woman," Karen screamed at them. "I never do anything like that." They were both laughing hysterically then, and suddenly, Hedda lunged at Karen. She grabbed her and held her down, as Eloise walked over. She started to pull Karen's skirt up, and then, she pulled her panties right off.
"Let us see if you can get turned on by a woman or not," she had screamed. "You seemed to have let Jenny Reynolds get to you, or were you just faking it?"
Karen kept struggling, but Hedda was much stronger than she ever would have thought, just by looking at her.
Slowly, Eloise started to rub her fingers over Karen's pussy lips. She had such a nice, soft touch, that Karen could feel her cunt beginning to get wetter. When Eloise rubbed her fingers harder, Karen's lips slid wide open, and she started to feel her clit growing stiffer and stiffer.
Then, Eloise began to rub her clit back and forth, fast.
"No," Karen said, and she was starting to moan a little bit. "Please, don't do that to me. I beg you. Please."
"It's all to prove a point," Hedda was saying to her. "It's all to prove that you, like the two of us, are a woman, and that you have the feelings that a woman has. You can aroused by a woman's touch."
Eloise's clit-probing fingers were beginning to make Karen's entire body tingle, and she could feel her pussy getting wetter.
Then, Karen started to moan louder. She couldn't remember the last time that she had felt such a sexual surge in her body.
She had never felt anything like that with a man before, or even when she played with herself. Eloise seemed to know just where to touch her, just for how long, and just when to change what she was doing so that Karen's pussy was constantly spasming, and the pleasure was on a constant rise.
Then, Karen could feel the woman starting to move her mouth down.
Eloise pulled her fingers out toward the lips of Karen's cunt, and she spread them as wide as she possibly could. She started to suck on her clit, and Karen closed her eyes, just in time to feel herself explode.
As she did, she could feel something on her face. When she opened her eyes, she could see a thick black muff, right before her.
"Having yourself licked only proves one thing," Hedda was saying, as she started to thrust her pussy up and down. "But seeing how you get into doing some of the licking yourself can easily prove something else."
Karen felt her cunt reaching new, heights, and she closed her mouth.
She knew that Hedda was right. It was one thing to let someone lick you, and it proved only one thing. That you could easily get turned on, either by a man, or a woman.
But to start and lick someone else, Karen kept thinking, went against everything that she stood for. She would never let herself lick a woman.
"Do it," Hedda started to say. "You know how much you want to lick me, so do it. He would be happy to see you doing it. He would know that the only man that you really cared for, in the end, was himself."
Eloise was constantly working on her pussy, and Karen cold feel herself coming over and over again.
She thought that it was strange, but suddenly, she was aware that the sense of smell, emanating from Hedda's pussy, was beginning to act on her body, almost like an aphrodisiac, the same way Robert's manly smell had first appealed to her.
As she felt her head spinning, she knew that she was going to have to do it. She stuck her tongue out and let it touch Hedda's pussy lips, but only for a second. Then, she pulled her tongue back into her mouth.
But the taste was on her tongue. It was something that she had 'never tasted before, but it was something that she couldn't resist.
Eagerly, a second time, she thrust her tongue out. This time, she licked her way up and down the red, dripping pussy lips.
She kept thinking that she could tell them that she had been moved to do this because of the way her own cunt was being licked, but she knew, once she reached for Hedda's buttocks and started to massage them, that she couldn't.
She lifted her head up and buried her mouth against Hedda's cunt lips, and she started to suck on, them. When they spread wide, so that, she could flick her tongue in deeper, she tasted the cunt flavor, even more fully.
"Oh God," she started to moan.
She began to flick her tongue back and forth over Hedda's clit, and she looked up and saw how the woman's breasts were beginning to heave up and down. Obviously, she knew, she was touching the right places at the right time, because Hedda was getting more and more turned on by the second, just as she was herself.
The faster that she licked Hedda, the faster Eloise seemed to be licking her, until, both she and Hedda exploded at the same time.
Karen couldn't get enough of the pussy cream that was dripping down into her mouth, and she kept her tongue glued to Hedda's clit so that she could drink the flowing juices from one orgasm and work her up to another one.
After about twenty minutes, Karen felt satisfied, in her cunt, and also, orally. As she pulled her mouth away from Hedda's pussy, the older woman smiled at her. As Hedda climbed off her body, Karen looked down and she could see that Eloise's chin was dripping with her own cream.
"Now, What were you saying about lesbians?" Eloise asked her.
Hedda started to laugh, and so did Eloise.
"If she says anything bad," Hedda said to her friend, "then she's speaking out against herself at the same time."
"How true. We have taken another one out of the closet."
Karen was outraged to hear the way they were talking, and although she wanted to yell at both of them, she couldn't. She just smiled, and then, she stood up and started to dress as fast as she could.
"Wait," Hedda said, as she stood by the door, ready to leave. "What about Dawn? We haven't settled that yet. She should be brought here."
"No," Karen said. "I know that I can take care of her myself."
"Can you? If you could, then how come Angela was drowned this afternoon?" Eloise asked her. "Tell me that much. No, Karen. Be brave and admit that you're dealing with powers that even you can't understand."
"Can you?" she had screamed at the women then.
"Not everything," Eloise said, and Hedda was nodding in agreement. "But whatever we know, we understand better than you. Look, if you want to come here and stay with her, that's fine. But I don't think she should be allowed to wander around, when we know that the powers are already working."
"All right," Karen had said to them both, even though she was only saying it to get out of there. "I'll bring her back here tomorrow."
"Good," Eloise said, and then, it was Hedda who spoke and put the sense of fear in Karen, that was still raging through her body.
"And where is the girl now, may I ask?" she said.
"At home," Karen had told her. "She's in bed, resting."
"Alone? You left her home alone, after knowing what happened this afternoon. How could you possibly do something like that?"
"She's not alone," Karen had said, feeling triumphant. "I left her there with her boyfriend. She's up in her room sleeping, and he's waiting downstairs in the living room, in case she gets up."
"And if she does?" Eloise asked. "If she gets up and calls out, he will go up to her. He is her boyfriend, isn't that right? And he will be alone with her in her own bedroom, while she is in bed."
"She is being saved for Satan," Hedda said.
"What if he tries something?"
"He will be killed," Eloise answered. "Satan will kill him, rather than let him enter her. It will be as bloody a death as any can be."
"Oh God! No!," Karen had screamed, and she bolted out of the house.
Now, as she pulled up in front of her own house, she hardly even had time to pull the key out of the ignition, she was so upset.
She ran up the front steps, then pushed the front door open. Immediately, she turned to the right, and looked into the living room, where she had left Bobby.
Karen gasped, only because he wasn't there.
Suddenly, she felt, a cold chill running through her body. She started to rub her shoulders with her hands, to try and warm herself up.
"Bobby," she said, 'very low, as if she was scared to hear him answer, "Bobby, are you in here? Are you all right?"
She looked all over the living room, then remembered how she had told the boy he could help himself to anything in the kitchen. She thought that he might be in there, and she started to walk in that direction.
When she pushed the kitchen door open, she could see that there was a half of a bottle of soda on the kitchen counter, and that puzzled her. Why would he leave it sitting out like that, she wondered.
Slowly, she started to walk up the stair, and as she neared Dawn's room and placed, her hand on the doorknob, she prepared herself for what she thought would be another bloody mess. She was so sure that ho would be there, dead, or dismembered.
As she pushed the door open, she could only heave a sigh of relief. There was Dawn, still sleeping, with the covers pulled up to her chest. She had a peaceful look on her face, and Karen walked closer and kissed her daughter on the forehead.
But where was Bobby? That thought kept running through her mind. She knew that he was reliable, and was sure that he wouldn't have, left Dawn all alone in the house, especially after what had happened that day.
She walked out of her daughter's room, closing the door behind her, and then she started to check the other rooms.
Each time she opened a door, a closet door, or even the shower curtain, she would gasp, almost in anticipation of finding Bobby's body. Deep down, she was praying that he was alive, and yet, the two old women had been so sure that he was dead.
He was nowhere on the second floor of the house, and as Karen started to walk downstairs to the living room again, to pour herself a drink and steady her nerves, she noticed something that she hadn't noticed before.
The basement door was ajar. As she walked closer, she could see that there was a bit of light coming from downstairs.
"Bobby," she said, sticking her head in and whispering. "Bobby, are you down there?"
When there was no answer again, she started to walk down the steps, clinging to the banister for some kind of support. As she reached the bottom step, she could see the back of the high club chair.
There seemed to be a light shining down on it, and as she walked closer, she could see him sitting there.
She gasped, thinking that he was dead. But then, he looked up at her.
"What the fuck is going on?" he asked her, with a coldness in his voice that only added more to the chilled feelings running through her.
"What are you doing down here?" she asked him. "Who said that you could come down here? You're supposed to be upstairs. What if Dawn woke up? You wouldn't have been able to hear her down here."
"Answer my questions first, you bitch. You know something. Tell me."
"Bobby, I don't know what you're talking about," Karen said to him. "And you'd better watch your language. How dare you talk to me like that."
As she walked closer, she could see that there was an open book on his lap. She tried not, to let him see how surprised she was to see the book.
It was all about the Devil, and his cults. It included many of the cult rituals that were performed in honor of the Devil.
Hedda and Eloise had given Karen the book years back, telling her that it was one of the better books written, although there were a lot of things in it that were bullshit, like all books on the Devil.
"But if you read it, and realize what is true and what is false, you will have more of an understanding," Eloise had told her.
Karen had never read the book. The idea of reading it had always scared her, and she had just put it downstairs in the basement, on one of the book shelves.
"All right," Bobby said to her. "I'll try to be a little less angry. Where did you go when you went out?"
"I went to visit some friends," she said. "But that's none of your concern."
"Well, Dawn is. She woke up while you were gone. I could hear her screaming. I ran into her room, and she was sitting up in her bed. Her eyes were blazing red, and I couldn't go near her to comfort her."
Karen could feel her knees getting weak "She was chanting something," Bobby continued. "I didn't get it all. But I got some of it. "For the Devil is thy Master, one to whom you bow and pray, and unless you want to keep on living, you must follow Satan's way." Do you know that?"
Bobby didn't even have to wait for an answer. He could tell, just by the shocked look on Dawn's mother's face, that she had heard it.
"She kept repeating that over and over again," Bobby said. "She was opening and closing her eyes, and then, at one point, she started to scream even louder. It made my blood run cold."
"What was she screaming about?" Karen asked.
"Jenny Reynolds. She was screaming out something about Jenny Reynolds. Screaming for her to run. To try and get away before they got her. What does that mean?"
Karen knew that she couldn't tell him, and yet, she knew one other thing. The next day, it would be in the local papers, all about Jenny, and how Jim had cut her up. She wondered what Bobby would think when he read it.
"I don't know what it means," she said to him, and she turned and started to walk upstairs, as fast as she could.
Bobby turned to follow her, letting the book fall on the floor.
"I was reading this book," he said. "That chant that she was saying is written up in here. It has something to do with a ritual for the Devil, when the Devil is going to punish someone for going against him. Where the fuck were you?"
Karen was pouring herself that badly needed drink when he said that to her, and she turned around and slapped him across the face, hard.
His slap back, just as hard, with his hand hitting and stinging her cheek, was so unexpected, that she feel to her knees and started to cry.
Bobby fell down beside her and started to grab her by the shoulders, shaking her violently as she screamed, wondering what was happening.
Karen was crying even more hysterically then, and when Bobby stopped shaking her, she suddenly wrapped her arms around him and clung to him.
"Oh Bobby, please, please," she said, as she hugged him tightly.
The more she hugged him, the more aroused he seemed to be getting.
Bobby had always thought that Dawn was just a younger version of her mother. They both had that same blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty. The only thing was, Karen was much more mature than Dawn was.
For although Dawn was going to soon be a woman, Bobby had always thought of her as a girl. But Karen, her mother, was most certainly a woman.
When Bobby pulled her arms away, and pushed her back a little bit, so that he could look into her eyes, he was moved by her tear-stained cheeks.
Suddenly, he moved his lips to hers and kissed her hard, pressing his tongue into her mouth. She started to suck on it.
As she did, she moved her hand down to his crotch. She couldn't help but think that not only did she want him now, but she also needed him. She needed him so much, especially after the attack of the two elderly women.
She needed him to confirm her heterosexuality in her own mind, and also, just to make love to her, so she could try and forget for a few minutes.
When she started to rub his cock bulge hard, Bobby could feel himself getting stiffer and stiffer. Then, she pulled his zipper down and started to pull his cock out of his pants. He could feel her rubbing a drop of his come, which had leaked from his cock slit, all over his cock head.
Then, she pulled her blouse up over her head, exposing her naked breasts.
Bobby had thought that Dawn's tits were beautiful, and he thought that her mother's were even more so. They seemed to be just a little bit bigger, and even more firm. He moved his fingers to her red nipples and started to massage them.
Then, she pulled his head down, and he opened his mouth. He wrapped his lips around one of her, stiff, red dots, and he started to suck on it as he flicked, his tongue in and out of his mouth, right over it.
Karen started to moan as she felt the pleasures building up inside of her, and she continued to rub Bobby's cock, almost as if she was clinging to it. He could feel the pleasures that were running through his body, even more.
He moved his mouth to her other nipple, after she started to pull his head back and direct him, and he sucked on that one, too.
Then, she lay back on the rug. She started to lift her ass up off the floor, so that she could slide her skirt and her panties down at the same time.. When Bobby saw her blonde pussy muff, he moved his lips right there.
He was a little hesitant, after what had happened with Dawn.
But somehow, he knew that it wouldn't happen with her. There was something happening with Dawn, he was sure of that now, but it didn't seem to be affecting her mother.
He spread her pussy lips with his fingers and started to lick her. He could taste her sweet cunt flavor, and when he felt her clit stiffening against his tongue, he made sure to keep licking that. "Harder," Karen was moaning. "Suck on it. Bite it gently. I want to feel you biting it gently."
He did as she said, working his teeth around her clit, so that she was thrusting her hips up and down faster, moaning louder, too.
As she started to come, he could taste her flavor, even stronger, and he was happy that it wasn't burning his tongue, the way Dawn's juices had.
He started to suck them out, faster and faster.
Then, she began to thrust her hips up, pressing her pussy against his mouth. She held his head down there, so that he thought he was going to choke. He could hardly even breathe, but she wouldn't let him up.
As she started to go through a second mild orgasm, her need for his cock was even stronger. She started to beg him for it.
"Fuck me, Bobby. Fuck me. Put your cock into me, and fuck me hard. I want to feel it driving in and out of me. Oh, fuck me."
She grabbed him by his head and started to pull him up her body. He could feel her reaching for his cock when she felt it rubbing over her thigh, and she pulled it right over to her pussy lips.
Then, she started to rub his cock against her cunt lips, and he could feel himself moaning loud as her bps spread for him.
That amazed him, especially after his experience with Dawn. It also made him think about his experience with Dawn.
For her mother's cunt was so wet, that it was easy for his cock to slide right in. Her pussy lips were opening to take him in, in fact, and that seemed to be the way it should have worked all the time.
But why hadn't it worked that way with Dawn, he wondered.
He felt Karen's cunt lips spasming tightly around his cock, and he could feel himself starting to pulsate hard. He started to thrust fast.
"No, slow down. Don't come yet," she started to moan. "I don't want you to come yet. I want to feel you inside of me."
She wrapped her legs around his buttocks as he thrust in, and she held him there, so that he couldn't pull out. He could feel her pussy still spasming around him, and he liked that feeling.
But the need to come subsided slowly, even though the pleasures were still there.
She started to pull his shirt up, and push his pants all the way down, so she could rub his buttocks with her hands.
Then, when his cock had stopped pulsating hard, she let him start to thrust again. She started to move her hips up and down, so that she could be moving with him. She could feel his cock throbbing soon after he was thrusting again.
She started to moan, loud. She started to beg him to shoot off inside of her, and just then, she could feel herself getting lost in a passion-filled orgasm. Her cunt muscles were doing a tight squeezing job on his cock, and she could hear from the way he was breathing, that he was very close.
He started to whisper in her ear as he felt himself about to shoot, and then, he exploded inside of her.
"Oh, Christ," he was moaning, and he could feel his cock shooting off so much come, that he was sure some of it would drip out of her.
"Oh fucking Jesus. This is so fucking fantastic. I can't believe it."
"Keep coming," she was moaning, for she could feel the way his hot, sticky cream was beginning to fill her up. His thrusting cock was lining her pussy walls with his come, and her own, and it felt terrific.
As she felt his cock shooting off a little more, and then, starting to go limp inside of her, they both hear the scream.
Karen's, legs were still locked around Bobby's buttocks, but he was able to turn his head. She looked over his shoulders, too.
Dawn was standing right there, near the entrance to the living room, and she was watching both of them. Her mouth was wide open, and the scream was almost deadly. Then, Karen could see the anger rising in her daughter.
She suddenly felt scared for her own life. She knew that if Dawn concentrated hard enough, something terrible would happen.
Bobby broke her leg grip and rolled off of her, his limp cock dangling between his legs. He stood up and tried to walk toward Dawn, but he felt something holding his feet in place. He couldn't move.
"Dawn, please, you have to understand that ... "
"Dawn, honey, listen," Karen started to say. "Listen to me. You must."
She looked like she was getting lost in some kind of hypnotic state, and as she moved her two clenched fists together, Karen closed her eyes. She thought that she could see her life flashing before her, and thought she was going to die.
But just then, there was another scream, and Karen opened her eyes in time to see her daughter falling to the floor, fainting.
As soon as she did, Bobby felt able to move, and he ran over to where she, was. He opened her eyes for a second, and he looked like he was going to scream. Karen ran over there, and saw that Dawn's eyes were that blazing red color.
"Let's carry her upstairs," Karen said to him. "Help me."
They both adjusted their clothing, and, between the two of them, they were able to carry Dawn up. They lay her, down on the bed, and Karen fixed the covers, so that the girl looked like she was resting peacefully.
Then, she motioned for Bobby to leave the room, and deep down, hoped that when she, walked out of the room, he would have left the house.
He was sitting in the living room, when she arrived downstairs.
"Now I really want an explanation," he said to her. "There is something strange going on here, Karen. Something very strange."
"I know that, Bobby, but I don't know anything more than you do," she said to him, lying. For she knew that if she told him she knew something, he wouldn't let up until she had told him what she knew.
And she just couldn't. She couldn't get into it all, telling him about Dawn's father, and her pact with the Devil, and her father's death.
She couldn't tell him, about the birthday party that was being planned for Dawn's eighteenth birthday, when she would finally come face to face with her master.
Bobby stared at her for the longest time, and when he saw that she was not going to say anything (for he was sure that she was lying), he stood up and started to walk out of the house. He stood by the front door.
"All right," he called into the living room. "I'm going now. But I'm telling you that you're not going to see the last of me. I know that something-terrible is happening, but I'm not going to let anything bad happen to Dawn. I'm going to save her."
And as Karen heard the door slam shut, she started to laugh, then cry. For deep down, she really hoped that Bobby could save her, because she wanted someone to.
Chapter Six
Bobby drove home that night as fast as he could. He knew that his parents would be worried about him getting home so late, and he was right. His mother and father were sitting up in the living room, looking confused.
"God, we were so worried about you," his mother said. "Did you hear about it?"
"What?" he asked.
"Jenny Reynolds," his mother said, and as soon as he heard the name, his face went white. He thought that he was going to faint, but he clung to the back of the chair so that they wouldn't notice.
"What about her?" he had to know, "Tell me."
"It's like something you would read about in the papers," his father said. "Never thought that it would happen up here, though. Always been a peaceful community, and now, first there was that Angela girl and her drowning, then Jenny."
"What happened?" he screamed, a more desperate tone coming to his voice.
"I always thought that Jim Reynolds was a sick one," his mother said. "I saw the way he would cone to church every Sunday, and he would sit there praying the whole time, even while the sermon was going on. He was always n some kind of a trance. Never followed the service, but just prayed and prayed on his own."
"What the fuck happened?" he suddenly screamed, and be saw the look of shock on his parents faces when he cursed at them.
"Jenny's dead," his father said, calmly. "Her husband chopped her up, and threw her in a plastic sack. He was going to get rid of her when the sheriff arrived."
Bobby thought that he was going to be sick.
He could feel his stomach churning, and he ran toward the bathroom. However, since he hadn't had anything to eat for the last few hours, there was nothing in his stomach.
He retched over the toilet a few times, and as he turned to look at his parents, there were tears streaming down his cheeks.
"There's something evil going on in this town," he said to them. "Something, so very evil. I don't know what it is, but it has to do with the Devil." "What?" his mother asked, and he could tell they were both looking at him as if he was crazy. "That's impossible."
"It's true," he screamed at them. "Why won't you believe me? I know that it's true. I know that's why Angela died. I swear to you."
"Frank, call, a doctor and let me get him up to bed," his mother said.
She grabbed him by the arm and started to drag him upstairs. He knew that he could have fought back, but he needed the sleep anyway.
He kept protesting, telling them not to tell the doctor, but it was too late. Twenty minutes later, Doc Peterson was sitting by his bedside. His parents were in the room, too, and the Doctor turned to them, and asked if he could be left alone with Bobby.
"Now, Bobby," he said, "what is all this talk of the Devil?"
As he asked him, Bobby could see him pulling a large hypodermic needle out of his bag, and filling it with something. The Doctor seemed to be smiling at him, and Bobby started to tremble. He thought that he could see a red glow in the man's eyes.
"Nothing," he said. "Nothing at all. I don't know what you're talking about."
"Well, let me just give you this, and it will help you to sleep."
As the doctor pushed his pajama top sleeve up his arm, Bobby thought that he was going to pass out. The man reminded him of Satan.
He started to protest, and wanted to scream for help. But his parents thought that he was crazy already, and he knew that they would only come in and help the doctor hold him down, if that was what it came down to.
As the doctor pushed the top of the syringe, and Bobby felt the liquid flowing in his veins, he could feel himself, getting more and more sleepy, until he passed out.
But the dreams started then.
He dreamed that he was in the middle of a large room naked. His cock was hard as a rock, and there was fire all around him.
He didn't feel as if he was burning. But then, he saw a group of naked women starting to surround him. He recognized many of the faces. Karen was there, and so was Dawn. He could also see some of the other townspeople, including Hedda and Eloise.
Hedda was the first one to grab his cock, and he thought that he was going to pass out. The thought of the old woman touching him was disgusting, and when she started to sink to her knees, taking his hard-on in her mouth, he thought he would throw up.
He tried to pull back, but there was a suction in her mouth that was so powerful, he couldn't break the force of it.
He felt her sucking and then easing up, so that his cock was being thrust in and out of her mouth, against his will. Each time he would feel her easing up, he would think that he could pull back, all the way, out of her mouth, and then run.
But she was always able to suck him right back between her lips, deep into her throat, where he thought he felt some kind of fire.
When he started to shoot off in her mouth, there was a burning sensation in his cock. It was as if his come was so heated, that as it traveled through the tube in his dick, it was burning him.
As soon as he bad come in her mouth, she let him go.
He turned, and tried to run. But the ring of fire continued to surround him, and then, Eloise was reaching for him.
He tried to scream, but no words came out.
She went down on his still-hard cock, and that surprised him. He hadn't lost his erection after coming, and, not only that he felt as if be had another load to shoot off. Her mouth action was working on his cock the same way Hedda's had worked.
There was that tense suction, so great, that he could not pull free.
He felt her reaching for his hands, and pulling them down to her tits. He didn't want to touch her tits, even though they weren't that bad looking for the breasts of an older woman. But still, she was old, and that made him nauseous.
She reached behind and started to touch his buttocks, so that she could maneuver him so he would pump his cock in and out of her mouth. Her hands felt like they were on fire, and he thought that she was branding his ass with her palm prints. He tried to scream again, but no sounds came out.
Then, he could feel the come churning in his balls, and he thought that he was going to shoot off. His cock was pulsating hard, and as soon as the come started to shoot into her mouth, he felt the burning again.
This time, it was more intense than it had been the last time. He felt as if his cock was going to burst into flames.
Her mouth was wet, with her own saliva and his come, and somehow, he sensed that the wetness of her mouth was the thing that kept him from burning up.
As she let him go, his cock was still hard. He moved his hand down there to try and, push it down, hoping, praying, that he would go limp. He didn't want to keep his erection, for the longer he kept it, the weaker he felt, and the more fiery, too.
"Me," Karen was saying, and he could feel himself being drawn to her.
He could see the intense look on Dawn's face as her mother was lying down on the ground, a wall of fire surrounding her. Her legs were spreading, and he could feel something pulling him closer to her.
Pulling, and not pushing.
He felt, in fact, as he tried to fight it, that if he didn't move, his cock was going to be pulled right off. So he had to move, sinking to his knees, and then, entering her with one swift motion, that amazed even himself.
As he was drawn into her cunt, and felt himself thrusting, he couldn't pull back. He was in up to his groin, and. his balls were, rubbing against her buttocks. And yet, it seemed as if he was still being drawn in.
He tried to pull back, but felt something snapping inside of his body. He thought that it was his cock, breaking off.
The pain was great, but it was also the fiery pain.
"Yes," Karen was moaning. "Fuck me. Fuck me fast. Fuck me faster."
And then, he was able to pull back, but against his will. For as soon as he had pulled back, he was drawn back in, just as deep, and just as hard. He felt a tremendous pain in his balls as they smashed against her buttocks again.
Her pussy was like a vacuum then, working in a forward and reverse position, at a constant rate. Each time he would be sucked in, it would be hard, and then, he would feel her pussy pushing him out, with the same kind of force.
Her cunt would never let him all the way out. His cock head was always between her pussy lips, even when he was being forced back. And then, as soon as he was forced back, he would feel himself being forced in. Sucked in.
Powerfully, so that it hurt.
"Help me," he was able to say, and he could look up at Dawn.
She was standing over the two of them, looking down, and the moment he saw the blazing look in her eyes, he knew that she wouldn't help him. He knew that, if anything, she would help to destroy him.
Because she looked angered and betrayed. As she opened her mouth, he thought that he could see a fire burning on her tongue.
It continued for the longest time. After four thrusts in and out, he felt as if be was dying, as if it was all too much for his heart, but those four thrusts turned to ten, and then twenty, and even more.
He could feel his cock pulsating, and he hoped that he would come. He sensed that if he would come, he would be able to pull right out of her, or at least, be allowed to pull out of her. He started to concentrate on his own coming.
"Shoot," he was screaming. "Shoot. Shoot off in her."
"Bastard," he could bear Dawn screaming then. "Fucking bastard. Mother-fucker. You're fucking my mother, you mother-fucker. Mother-fucking bastard. I hate you. I hate you, I hate you. I wish you would die."
He could see the way she was concentrating then, and he started to tremble. Her eyes were beginning to get that intense look, and he couldn't stop shaking. He could feel something pressing on his body.
And then, he started to shoot off in her mother. However, the fire in his cock, that he had felt from the other ejaculations, was even hotter then.
Her mother's pussy felt like it was on fire, too. There was the crushing feeling, the trembling feeling, the fiery feeling.
He felt the power that had been sucking him, in and out, throwing him out, so that he felt as if he was flying across the room.
He landed in a pit of fire, and felt his entire body burning with such a great heat, that he was sweating profusely. He was bathed in his wetness, and yet, his sweat was almost like an oil, causing the flames to burn more.
He looked up, and he could see that Dawn was looking down at him. He was in some deep pit of hell, and she was laughing.
Then, she started to sail down, floating gracefully. He thought, as he saw her getting ready to land, that the weight of her body on top of his would crush him. But she landed slowly, her legs spread apart.
"Now you're going to get to fuck me," she said to him. "You wanted to fuck me for years, isn't that right? You tried to fuck me the other night, and yet, you couldn't get it to work. But now, it will work."
His cock was still hard, and burning even more. She spread her legs wider, straddling him, and started to lower herself down. As he felt her pussy sucking his cock between her dripping lips, he tried to scream again.
Her cunt suction was ten times as fierce as her mother's, and he felt just like his whole body was going, to be drawn into hers. But she let him thrust in and out. He could see, from the way she was moving her eyes around that she was in full control, of everything. She seemed to know just what she was doing, and how fast to control him.
"Fuck me, bastard mother-fucker," she, was screaming.
He could feel her pussy getting hotter, and when she started to spasm, he felt as if she was going to cut his cock right off. Her spasms were so tight, that it was almost as if there was no room for anything in her cunt.
He was crying hysterically, begging her to forgive him, but only able to move his lips in a silent prayer.
Then, he could feel his need to come getting even stronger, and he sensed that the fire from this orgasm would be more intense than the others. He sensed that he would die with this orgasmic explosion.
He started to pray to his God, and then, he heard a laughing.
He looked up at the top of the pit, and he could see him standing there. His body was glowing, his eyes a fiery red, and his tongue, long and lizard-like. He was laughing so loud, that it made Bobby's entire body shake violently.
His cock was so huge, and it looked like it was burning.
And then, Bobby felt himself shooting inside of Dawn. He could feel his cream working its way up through his balls and shooting into her, and the fire that went along with it, was so great, that he could feel himself fainting.
But before he did, he felt something else, even more painful.
He felt a pulling on his groin, on his cock and balls.
And then, he could feel his flesh ripping. As he was coming inside of her, he looked down at his groin, and he could see, just below the navel, that the flesh was beginning to tear. His cock and balls were being ripped right out, and sucked into her cunt.
He could see the blood pouring out from where his groin was being ripped, and he opened his mouth to scream.
Although he felt that he was letting out a sound, he couldn't even hear it, over the laughter of Dawn, and the man who was standing up at the top of the pit
Him. The Devil.
It seemed as if he was laughing, and Dawn had her mouth open so that his laughter was coming from her lips.
Bobby tried to push her off, but it was too late. He could feel himself going faint, and his mouth was still wide open.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes. He looked down, and he could see that his hands were down over his groin, clutching at his cock and balls.
His whole body was bathed in a sweat, and as he looked over at the window, he knew that he was in his own bed. He could hear a bird chirping, and that sounded so nice. It was light outside, too.
He sat up, suddenly, and took a deep breath. God, he thought, thank you for only making that a nightmare. Thank God it was only that, and nothing else.
He hopped out of his bed and ran into the bathroom, stripping off his sweaty pajamas at the same time. They felt like limp, wet rags, and that bothered him. He had never sweated so much in his entire life.
He turned on the shower, and as he washed himself, he felt so clean. He couldn't help but think that there had been something in the liquid that the doctor had shot into him, that had made him dream the way he did.
It scared the hell out of him, but he kept telling himself he had to be strong.
As he dried himself off, then ran dressed in his room, he tried to plan a course of action.
He ran down into the kitchen, where his mother was making breakfast.
"Can't eat anything now," 'he said. "Gotta run."
But she stood in front of the door, and told him that the doctor had said he had to have something to eat. She would not let him go outside of the house until he had had juice, eggs, bacon and toast, and she even made sure that he ate everything on his plate.
Bobby told her that he was going to go down by the lake, and swim with his friends, but that was the last thing that he had in mind.
He started his car and then drove over to Dawn's house.
He ran the bell about thirty times before he sensed that there was something wrong. He tried the front door, and it was locked.
But he knew that they always kept a spare key under the mat, and he opened the door and started to walk into the house.
Everything seemed quiet and peaceful. He walked upstairs to Dawn's room, and saw that the bed was made, and no one was there. As he looked closer, he could see that the closet door was open, and all her clothing was gone.
He ran into her mother's room, and saw the same kind of thing. The bed was made, and the closet was empty, as were the drawers. He ran downstairs, and looked in the kitchen, opening the back door at the same time.
He was surprised to see a note hanging on the door. It was in an envelope, and his name was printed on it.
He ripped the note down, then tore it open. As he started to read it, he couldn't believe what was written.
"Dear Bobby,
"My mother and I decided that this place wasn't restful anymore, and we had come here for a rest. We decided to go back to the city. I'm sorry to leave so abruptly, but we'll probably be back up in a few more weeks. Love, Dawn."
He read the note over and over again, trying to figure it out. It was her handwriting, he could tell, but he just couldn't understand why they would leave right away.
Also, he wondered if, she remembered what she had seen last night, and how she was reacting to it. It seemed, from the note, that she bad no recollection of seeing him fucking her mother, and yet, how could she have forgotten it.
He was just about to leave, when he noticed that the door to the basement was open. He started to walk downstairs, and he could see the book on Devil worship, lying on the floor, right where it had fallen off his lap.
He snatched it up, then started to run out of the house.
Bobby threw the book on the car seat beside him, and wondered what he would do next. He really couldn't believe that Dawn had left, but he had no idea where to start looking for her. There were so many places that a person could hide upstate.
Suddenly, he thought about Jenny Reynolds, and he decided that he had to go see her husband. He started to drive over to the sheriff's office.
When he arrived, the deputy was there, and he asked to see Jim.
As he walked into the cell, he couldn't believe how ragged Jim looked. His brown hair was a mess, and it was easy to tell that he hadn't shaved in a few days. Bobby sat down on the cot beside the man.
"I'm sorry about what happened," he said. "About Jenny."
"Me, too," Jim said. "Now the baby's gonna grow up without a mother."
"Why did you do it?" Bobby asked. "I never thought that you had it in you to do something like that, Jim."
"I didn't. They did it to her. They took her and did it to her."
"Who?" Bobby asked, and he could feel his whole body trembling as he anticipated the answer that Jim was going to give.
"The cult. I didn't even know that she was gone, but I saw them drop off the bag. Wasn't even sitting on the porch for more than ten minutes when the sheriff drove up and asked to look inside of it. We discovered the body at the same time."
"The cult? The Devil cult?"
"You know about it?" Jim asked him. "Do you know about it?"
Bobby started to tell Jim as much as he knew. He talked about the night before, when he had been with Dawn, and she had awakened screaming. He told Jim about how Dawn had been screaming for Jenny to run.
"Telepathic," Jim said, calmly. "Her mother is a member of the cult, and she's gonna be a member soon. She turns eighteen in a few days, right?"
"Yes," Bobby said. "But what does that mean?"
"The Devil will take her. I know why they did what they did to Jenny. I had the child baptized. I bet that Dawn was never baptized."
Bobby shook his head. He had never even thought of asking her. He had just assumed that she had been, like everyone he knew.
"I started going to church, too, praying for our child," Jim continued. "I didn't want him to grow up as a child of the Devil."
"Where could Dawn be now?" Bobby asked Jim. "Do you know?"
"If she ain't home, the only place I can think of is the old ladies house. Hedda and Eloise. They're the two elderly members of the cult. If she ain't at her place, she has to be there."
"But I have this note, saying that she went home, to New York."
"Nope. Can't be. They wouldn't let her go, so close to her birthday and all."
"I've gotta go get her," Bobby said, and he ran out of the cell. He heard Jim yelling after him, telling him to be careful.
As he walked through the sheriff's office, Bobby noticed that the deputy had left, and the sheriff himself was sitting behind his desk.
"Howdy, Bobby," he said. "Sure is a nice day outside,"
"Yes, sir," Bobby said. "Sure is. But I gotta be running now."
The sheriff stood up and walked over toward the boy. He put his arm around Bobby's shoulder and started to walk him toward the door.
"And where are you headed to?" he asked, in a calm, friendly manner.
"Just gotta go," Bobby said, and he walked faster.
Just then, he thought he heard the sheriff say, "Sorry, but I can't let you do that." However, he wasn't sure.
He was sure of the pain that he felt, on the back of his neck, as if he had been hit by something heavy.
He could feel himself fainting, and sinking to the floor slowly.
Chapter Seven
It was the night before her birthday, Dawn knew, and for the first time in a few days, she was beginning to think a little more clearly.
But, ever since that night, when she had seen, or thought she had seen, her mother and Bobby, she had felt rather tired. Almost hazy all the time.
She lay in bed, and started to think back to that night.
It was almost as if she had been in a trance, even that night. She could remember sleeping, for a very long time, after Angela's death.
Or was she dead? And if she was, what had happened to her?
Then, there had been a time, during that same night, when she awoke. She could see Jenny Reynolds in the middle of a large crowd of people, all naked. They were beginning to close in on her, and before they even tore at her flesh, Dawn had known that it was going to happen. It had scared her.
For she did not know exactly how she had known it. Five minutes before she had seen the image of their hands, tearing, ripping, dripping with her blood, she had known it. She had screamed for Jenny to run, but it was too late.
Then, later that night. She had heard a noise coming from her living room, and she had walked downstairs. She had stood there, shocked, watching her mother's legs, helping Bobby as they massaged his ass and guided him to a steady fuck rhythm. She had seen the two of them fucking, and had heard them moaning.
Or had she?
For later that night, she remembered her mother getting her out of bed.
"Come on, we have to get out of here," her mother had said.
"No. I'm not going to go anywhere with you. I hate your fucking guts. You were with him. You were fucking him."
"I don't know what you're talking about," her mother had said.
"1 saw you and Bobby. I saw you. I know that I did. I know it was real!"
"You've seen a lot of things, honey. Think about them. How many of them do you know were real? How many?"
And that was when she had started to question it all. She didn't have any idea. She didn't want to believe the thing she thought she saw about Jenny, and she had always loved her so much. So, she didn't believe it then, at that point.
"All right," she said. "But where are we going?"
"Just to stay with some friends," her mother had said, and Dawn was a little bit surprised when her mother started to pack her clothing.
Everything seemed to be in the car, including all their suitcases. She fell asleep in the front seat, and didn't wake up until later.
Much later, although she had no idea how much time had passed.
She could remember first waking up in a strange, large bed. The room that she was in seemed so ornate, with old, antique furniture. She loved it, until she started to try and sit up in bed.
She just couldn't. She opened her mouth to scream for help, and then the door had opened. Her mother was there. Or three of her mothers.
For her vision was so blurred, that she could never get it all straight. Her mother sat by her bed, stroked her hair, and talked to her calmly.
"Soon you're, going to be eighteen," her mother had said. "I'm going to have a grown-up daughter. It's going to be a fun party."
"Where are we, mother? Whose house are we in? I have to know."
"No matter. Here, just drink this it will give you energy."
And her mother had given her something that tasted like a chocolate thick shake although there was a strange after-taste to it.
And, to the contrary of what her mother had said, it didn't give her any energy at all. A few minutes after she had been drinking it, she fell back to sleep, and drifted off for another indefinite amount of time.
But the second time that she woke up, she knew where she was, and she was furious about the whole thing. Sitting by her bed, were Eloise and Hedda, the two old women that she knew from town.
She really had nothing against them, except, during her youth, as she had been growing up, they seemed to take such an interest in her. She sometimes tended to think that they were meddlesome old bats, and basically, she wanted to have as little to do with them as possible. Yet, there they were.
"Good afternoon, child. Three more days, and it will be here," Hedda said.
"Yes, and we're all looking forward to it so much," Eloise agreed.
"Where's my mother? What have you done with her?" the girl had asked, and she knew that the two women could sense her hostility.
"She's here, honey, and we didn't do anything with her. There."
They pointed toward the door, and she could see her mother, looking more ragged than she had ever seen her, standing there, smiling at her.
"Here's a shake for you to drink," Hedda had said. "It will give you energy."
And so, she had started to drink it. It was the same kind of chocolate shake, with that vile aftertaste.
Dawn had strange dreams as she fell asleep again that afternoon, and once more, she slept and slept. She dreamed about the man with the fire around him, and he was beckoning to her, calling her even closer. She could see him trying to touch her, and as he did, she felt a nice fire this time. It was running throughout her body, and she liked the way that it felt.
When she woke up the next time, she was beginning to get certain things together in her mind. One of them was the fact that this shake, which was supposed to give her strength, always seemed to drain her of all the energy she had. So, when they gave her the shake that day, and it was Eloise who handed it to her, she said that she was still a little sleepy, but if they would just leave it sitting, there, she would have something to drink when she awoke.
As soon as they had left the room, she climbed out of the bed. She was happy to see that there was a bathroom in her room, so that-none of them would see her out in the hall. She poured the shake down the drain, turned on the water very slowly, so that they wouldn't hear it running, and watched the chocolate color disappear. She did that the next day, too, and she knew she had done the right thing. Her strength was really beginning to build up, and she was beginning to get more and more curious about the rest of the house.
So, when she could, she started to sneak out of her room. She would hide in various closets and try to hear what was going on.
She heard things that still left her confused. One afternoon, she had heard the three of them talking about her birthday party, and as they went down the guest list, she was shocked. There was not one young person on the list.
All the people that they mentioned were older, and she didn't care for any of them.
One time, she heard them talking about Bobby. She thought she heard something said about the way he was being held in prison, but she couldn't understand why, and what he had done. Or, if it was even true to begin with.
As she lay in bed thinking then, she was beginning to hate her mother even more. Not only was it because of the party list, and the shakes, that her mother had also been coming to give her, but it had to do with what she had seen in the room the other night, late at night.
She had been walking through the halls, after thinking that everyone was asleep, when she heard a rather loud moaning coming from one of the bedrooms. She walked over, stooped down, then looked through they keyhole.
She thought that she was going to be sick. She could see her mother, lying naked on the bed with the two older women.
Hedda had her mouth between her mother's legs, and she could see the woman's tongue flicking back and forth in her mother's pussy. Meanwhile, Eloise was sitting on her mother's face, and Dawn could actually see the come dripping from the woman's red, wet pussy, right into her mother's open, eager mouth.
She continued to watch, because she was as fascinated as she was disgusted.
Hedda started to play with her own pussy as she licked Dawn's mother, and Dawn could see how aroused the woman was getting. Their bodies were glistening. bathed in their own passion sweat.
Soon, her mother was pulling away from Eloise, and she started to move her mouth down on Hedda's pussy, while Hedda continued to lick hers. Eloise stood on the side and watched, plucking at her own nipples and playing with her clit.
Soon, Dawn could see her mother thrusting her cunt back and forth, faster and faster, and she knew that Hedda must have been working her up to a huge orgasm. She could feel her stomach turning.
She didn't stick around to watch her mother lick Hedda to an orgasm, even though she had seen her mother drinking a great deal of pussy cream during the few minutes.
A few hours, later, her mother walked into her room.
"Who's going to be coming to my birthday party?" she asked the woman.
"Just a couple of people," her mother said.
"I want to know who," Dawn said, and she could feel the anger building up inside of her body. She caught herself in time, realizing that if her mother saw how strong she was, she might suspect that she hadn't been drinking the shakes.
Dawn made sure to act weak, all the time.
"You'll see. It's supposed to be a surprise party, anyway."
Yeah, the girl had thought, and you'll all be surprised, because I'm not going I'm not going to be there at all. Not with that list.
That past day, Dawn had heard the worst thing, ever, and she was lying in bed thinking about it, wondering if it could possibly be true. She doubted everything that she heard, at times, because they seemed absurd.
She had heard her mother and the two elderly women talking.
"And then he's going to fuck her?" her mother was asking.
"Yes. He has been waiting all these years to do it, and he is going to. She has been saved for him."
At first, Dawn wondered who they were talking about, but soon, she knew it was her.
"She has been saved, for the last eighteen years. And when he takes her, he will take her so she knows what it's like."
"Yes. And she will be his forever!"
Dawn ran back to her room, and she hid under the covers. She couldn't stop shivering for the longest time.
She knew that she was the girl in question, but who was the man that they were talking about? And even more, who the fuck were they to think that they could make her fuck anyone she didn't want to fuck?
That night, she almost lost her temper again, but she managed to keep herself subdued.
And now, the night before her birthday, she couldn't help but wonder what the next day had in store for her.
Her mother had hung her new black dress up, on the back of the door, and she looked over, at it every so often, thinking that she'd love to burn it. She didn't ever want to put it on. Ever.
They, made her a drink that night, and they fooled her. It was an alcoholic beverage, which her mother, said she could have because the next day she would be of age. This was a pre-birthday celebration drink.
Dawn felt herself getting drowsy after she had it, and they told her that most people who drink for the first time couldn't take it.
That night, she had dreams that scared her terribly.
She could see herself in the middle of a large circle of people. As she turned and looked them over, one by one, she could tell that they were all the same people who had been surrounding Jenny, in her dream about the dead woman.
As they started to close in on her, she sensed she would die. But then, they were ripping at her dress, tearing it off. It was her new party dress, and she was trying to keep it together.
They were all naked, and as soon as they were finished with her, she was as naked as all the others. She tried to hide her nakedness.
Then, the circle broke up, and she looked in front of her. There he was, standing on his throne, his huge, inflamed cock pointing at her. She started to tremble as he beckoned for, her to move closer, and she couldn't stop herself.
He forced her down on her knees, just by pointing to the floor. He didn't even touch her, and yet, she couldn't keep herself standing.
She felt her mouth being drawn closer to his cock, and she opened her mouth. She was just about to take it in, when she had another flash.
She could see an image of Bobby and Jim Reynolds in prison. They were calling for the sheriff, who came running. Bobby seemed to be sick, lying on his cot, doubled over in pain. The sheriff opened the door and stepped into the cell.
He bent over Bobby to have a look at him, and suddenly, Jim smashed his elbows down on the back of the sheriff's neck. The man fell to the floor, and Jim and Bobby locked him in the prison, and started to run out.
But then, there was another flash.
"No, Bobby," she was screaming. "Don't come here. It's not safe for you."
She didn't even know why it wasn't. But then, she saw an image of Bobby and Jim in Bobby's car, driving toward the house that she was staying in.
"We have to hurry," Bobby was saying. "We have to get to her before he gets to her. I think that book has something in it. Read it to me."
Jim was running his fingers through a book, and she had no idea what it was. But then, she could hear him talking.
"If the virgin girl is taken by the Devil first, then she is his forever. There are girls that are raised, from birth, to be his."
"And how can you stop it?" Bobby was saying, and there was a desperate tone in his voice. "Does it say?"
"Well, if the girl isn't a virgin, then the Devil can still take her, but she will have a will of her own. She can fight back, afterwards. But if she doesn't, then she is stuck. She is his slave."
"Hurry," Bobby was screaming.
And yet, there was still that thought in the back of her mind, that was telling her Bobby should never get to the house. Telling her that he would be in such great danger if he arrived at the house.
She wanted him to turn back, and she started to scream.
But then, she was down on her knees again, in front of him. She was opening her mouth to scream, and he was thinking that she was opening her mouth to take his cock in. He was thrusting it deep down her throat.
She was loving it. She started to suck as hard as she could.
She could feel his cream shooting into her mouth, and then, they were gathering around her once more. They were starting to grab her and pull her back, and she could hear him yelling out, commanding them to do so.
"Spread her," the voice was booming.
And she could feel her legs being spread. Then, she saw the glow in his eyes. It was as peaceful as it was terrifying, and she started to scream.
"No. No. I don't want you. I don't want you!"
He was moving closer and closer to her, and she could see how thick his cock head was. It started to get even bigger as he rubbed it, and she felt it touching her pussy lips. But then, she could see Bobby and Jim.
They were entering the house from upstairs, and they were starting to check every room. She could hear them talking, wondering which way to go.
"Not down here," she was thinking. "Just go. Go. It's bad for you here."
Then, there was a noise downstairs, and he was pulling back, before he even entered her. He was looking up the stairs, and she could see the way he was commanding Hedda and Eloise to go up there.
She watched the two women disappear, hoping that they would die.
There was a, long while during which time they kept holding her, and all of a sudden, she could hear a loud scream from upstairs.
She thought that it was Bobby, but she wasn't at all sure. It could have been Jim.
"Spread her again," he was saying. "Spread her. I will take her. She has been raised for me, and now is the time for me to take her."
He was about to enter her again, when she heard Bobby screaming from upstairs.
She turned, in time to see him standing at the top of the stairs. He was telling her to try and break free, to try and run.
And then, he and Bobby were having a battle for her, but he was much stronger. He was using all his powers to destroy Bobby.
She kept yelling for him to run, and that time, she could even hear her own voice screaming. He turned and did try to run.
But then, he was commanding her. He was telling her to do such vile, evil things. He was telling her that she had the power to do them, and all she had to do was think hard enough and it would happen.
Just then, Dawn sat up in bed. She could feel her entire body trembling, and she thought that she saw some people standing in the shadows.
"Hello, darling," her mother said. "You should get up now. It's your birthday, and all the guests are waiting downstairs."
"But what happened to the day?" she asked, for she remembered having the drink, and then falling asleep.
But she couldn't remember waking up in time for the day of her birthday. She had missed the entire day, and now it was evening.
"You slept through it," her mother said. "You slept right through it. Here. I have your dress for you. Let's get you into it."
Her mother was moving closer to the bed, and she was so frightened. She was sure that there were other people in the room, for she could see them in the shadows. Then, she heard the voices of the two old women, wishing her a happy birthday.
As they moved closer, Dawn gasped.
They looked younger than she had ever seen them looking. Almost as if they were in their, late twenties, or early thirties, but certainly not like women in their sixties.
And they were dressed in long black robes. She had seen those robes before, in parts of her dreams, before the circle of people stripped themselves.
She knew that she was probably strong enough to get up and try to run. She would have been able to fight off her mother, and although the two ladies looked young, they were old, and therefore, weak.
So she sat up, and let her mother strip off her nightgown, and put on her dress. It was easy for Dawn. All she had to do was act drugged, the way she knew that they expected her to act anyway.
Then, her mother stood on one side of her, and the two women stood on the other side of her. She leaned against the for support, thinking that she might barge right out the front door if she could.
When they would lead her down, she would be able to make a run for it.
But as they approached the last step she couldn't pull away from them. She hadn't felt it before, but her mother was holding her arm tightly, and Eloise was holding her other arm. They started to turn her toward the basement door.
Slowly, they walked down the steps. Dawn closed her eyes, because she was too scared to see what was wailing down there for her.
As she reached the last step, she could sense that there were a lot of people in the room. When she opened her eyes, she had to gasp. More than half of the adults from the town were in that room, all dressed in their black robes.
"Happy birthday, Dawn," they said, and it sounded almost like a chant.
Chapter Eight
"Come on," Bobby said, as he hopped out of his car. "We have to go in there."
"No. Please," Jim was saying, as they stood outside the old house that belonged to the two ladies. "I can't. I just can't!"
"We've come this far already," Bobby said, and he thought about how they had knocked the sheriff out in his prison. "We have to save her. Think of how he would use her if he gets to her first."
"Think of what they did to your wife. Don't you want to try and fight what they're doing because of what they did to her?"
Bobby knew that he would get to Jim with an appeal like that, and he watched as the man picked up his shotgun, and the two of them walked toward the front porch. He felt such a chill as he walked up the stairs, which amazed him, considering the fact that it was in the eighties that night.
They opened the door to the house slowly, and stepped inside. Bobby wasn't too sure, then, if he wanted to be a hero anymore. The house was scaring the shit out of him.
"I'll look in here, and you can look there," Bobby said.
He walked toward the living room, and Jim started to walk toward the kitchen. Bobby searched all over, opening closets, and pressing different parts of the wall, as he had seen it done in so many movies.
He was sure that there was a secret latch, leading to the secret room where the cult had to be meeting. It had to be like that.
But when he didn't find anything, he started to walk toward the kitchen, to look for Jim. As he did, he saw the basement door opening.
The two older women were walking out, and he could see them wearing their long black robes. He decided to hide in the shadows.
Just then, Jim appeared. He could see how shocked Jim was to see them both.
"Thinking of joining us again?" Hedda asked the man.
Bobby just hoped that Jim wouldn't say anything about him being there, too.
"No," the man said. "I wouldn't join you for anything in the world."
"Too bad. I didn't think that you would. But that only makes you a fool."
The two women were standing on either side of Jim then, and Bobby didn't know what to make of it. Then, all of a sudden, Eloise did something to get his attention, so that Jim was looking right at her.
In the next instant, Hedda had pulled a large knife out from somewhere, and she had sliced Jim's throat right open.
Bobby moved his hand to his mouth, to keep from gasping. For if he had, he knew that they would come to him next.
He watched Jim clutch his hands around his throat as the two women stepped back, and then, they started to laugh at him. The blood was pouring out of his throat, through his fingers, and they just kept laughing.
"At least you'll die in one piece," Hedda said. "One piece."
"Unlike your wife," Eloise told them. "She just couldn't seem to hold herself together. You will be so much more easy to dispose of."
Bobby couldn't believe it. Jim had been right. They had killed his wife.
Bobby felt a tear welling up in his eye, and he choked it back. He didn't want to make any sound to let them know that he was there.
Suddenly, Jim's body, fell on the floor, and the two women left him there, floating in a pool of his own thick, red blood.
As Bobby came out of his hiding spot, he looked down at the older man. There was a look of complete horror on his face.
"Jim, I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm sorry about this whole thing. I really am. I never should have dragged you here."
He bent down and kissed the man on the forehead.
Then, he turned toward the basement. He walked inside, and stood at the top of the stairs. He looked down, and he could see that they were beginning to lift Dawn up in the air.
She was naked, and she seemed to be struggling to try and get away. All the other people were naked, too, and since there were so many of them, Dawn didn't have a fighting chance. As the circle opened up more, and they all looked in one direction, Bobby looked over there, too.
He saw Satan. He was not at all shocked, except in one respect. Satan was not as ugly a man as he had thought he would be.
There was something very beautiful about his looks, although, Bobby kept thinking, he was the master of disguise. Perhaps he was really horrid looking, but he was just making himself appear this way, to attract Dawn.
There was one other thing that he noticed about the Devil.
His cock was enormous. He was rubbing his hand up and down his shaft, and Bobby could see it getting even larger.
"Spread her," the man was saying. "Spread her, for she is mine."
He watched as Satan walked closer to Dawn. She started to scream something about not wanting him, and then, his cock head was touching her pussy lips.
Bobby didn't know what to do. He did know one thing, though if Satan broke her, then she would be under his command forever. If anything, he bad to do something to just stop that cunt entry, for as long as he could.
"No," he suddenly screamed out, and everyone looked over at him.
Satan did pull back, and he was glad about that.
"Bobby, get out of here," Dawn started to yell, thinking about the nightmare that she had had, and the danger he was in.
She had no idea what kind of danger it was, but she feared for his life.
"No. Put her down. Leave her alone. She doesn't want to be a part of you."
"Get him," Satan started to scream at Dawn. "Get him."
"No," she said.
"Remember what he did with your mother," the Devil screamed, and then, there was a kind of projection on the wall, that even bothered Bobby.
He could see an image of himself, and Karen, writhing on the floor of her living room. He was thrusting his cock in and out of Karen's pussy, and they were both moaning so loud. Karen had her legs wrapped around Bobby's ass, and she was guiding him.
"That did happen," Dawn screamed. "It did. I wasn't dreaming it."
"I didn't want it to," Bobby yelled at her. "I didn't want it to."
"You have the power. Concentrate on it," the Devil was screaming at Dawn. "Do what you want to do. Think hard enough."
She hated Bobby and the anger raged through her body. He had told her that the two of them would be together for the first time, and he had lied. He had fucked her mother instead, and she hated them both.
She started to think of him fucking her mouth. She commanded him to come down the stairs, and his body came flying down.
"Dawn, please," he started to scream. "Please."
"Get that cock out," she screamed at him. "Get it out."
He didn't make a move to open his pants, and she concentrated on his cock bulge ripping through his pants.
It did just that, and Bobby could feel the pain as his cock had to force its way out of, the tight material.
The crowd of people had let Dawn down then, and she sunk to her knees. She opened her mouth and started to stick her tongue out. She concentrated on his cock inside of her mouth, and she could see him trying to fight it.
But the force was too great for him, and he was drawn closer and closer to her. Suddenly, his cock was thrusting in and out of her mouth.
But she concentrated on a fire in her throat.
He started to scream as he felt his cock head in the back of her throat. It felt like it was burning, and he could do nothing about it. He tried to pull all the way back, but it was just like his nightmare had been. He couldn't control the thrusting rate because there was some terrible force.
In his nightmare, he had been fucking her cunt, but the same kind of power was causing him to fuck her mouth.
He could feel the tension building up in his cock, and he felt his balls starting to ache. He knew that he was going to shoot off any second, and as he did, he felt a nice sense of relief. He was happy not to feel the fire in his cock.
But then, she was still sucking, harder than she had been before.
Bobby looked down at his groin, and he started to scream. Another part of, his dream was coming true. He could see the skin, right above his pubic patch, starting to tear. She was sucking his groin right off.
"God, help me," he said, and he heard the Devil laughing. Dawn kept sucking, and there was another force that seemed to be driving the rest of his body backwards, until with one ripping thunderous sound, his body was hurled back against the wall, without a cock or balls.
The last thing that he did before he died, was move his hands down to his groin, in some fruitless effort to try and stop the blood from pouring out of him the way it was.
Dawn spit out his cock, and suddenly, she felt the hands grabbing her again.
"Spread her," the Devil screamed out. "I will make her even more obedient soon, but I am happy to see just how obedient she already is.
Dawn felt her legs being ripped apart, and she tried to move a hand to her pussy. She did not want the Devil to enter her, ever.
She looked back at Bobby, lying there in his own blood, and she thought that she was going to cry. She started to realize that he must have been under some kind of a spell when he had been with her mother.
It had all been the Devil's doing, and she had killed him because of that. She hated herself for having done it, but hated him more, for having made her.
As he approached her she started to think of something.
He said that she had a power. He said that if she concentrated hard enough, she would be able to make anything happen.
She could see how Eloise was holding her ankle, keeping her legs spread. She looked at the woman's fingers, and started to think.
"Bleed, you fucking old bitch. Bleed. Bleed, bitch."
And then, she saw the blood beginning to pour out of the woman's fingernails. Eloise dropped her ankle when she saw that, and she started to scream.
"No. Shut up. I don't want to hear any screams," Dawn thought, and even though the woman had her mouth open, no sounds came out.
"I don't want you to see," Dawn thought, and she watched the woman's eyeballs pop right out of her head.
By then, the rest of the crowd had pulled back.
Dawn looked at all of them, her mother included. She hated the, woman now, for having raised her for such a purpose.
"Bleed. Every pore. Bleed. Drip your blood until she's dead. Bleed!"
Dawn's mother opened her mouth to a silent scream, as she saw the blood starting to drip out of her body, everywhere. Within a second, she was covered with red, for every pore, indeed, was emitting a stream of blood.
"All of you die," she started to think. "Bleed to death, and some of you who don't even die that way, drown in their blood."
She watched as all the people started to bleed. She could see pools of blood in the large crowd of people.
She turned, and saw Satan, standing there with his hands on his hips. He was watching the action that she was causing to happen, and she didn't want to stick around to have to have it out with him.
Dawn started to run upstairs as fast as she could. She ran out of the door, toward her mother's car, which she saw parked in the distance.
She saw her suitcase on the back seat, and was glad that she'd have her clothing with her. She reached in and pulled out a long T-Shirt, then slid into it.
As she slid behind the wheel, she looked back at the house. She thought that she had to destroy it all.
"Blow up, you fucking house," she started to think. "Blow to smithereens."
She watched as the house started to shake, and all of a sudden, she could see the large explosion. She covered her eyes, because the fires were blazing. She could see pieces of the house flying in all directions, and some of them even hit the windshield of the car that she was in.
Dawn sat there, watching the house burn, and she thought that they all ended up in the kind of fire that they deserved.
She turned the key in the car and started to drive away as fast as she could. As she drove, she couldn't help but start to cry.
For she thought about Bobby, realized that he was the only boy she had ever loved, and also realized that when it came right down to it, she had murdered him. She knew that she had been commanded, and deceived, but she had still killed him.
It was a dark night, with hardly any stars in the sky, and the old country road that she was driving on was narrow, and curved.
She put on her bright lights so that she could see.
Then, all, of a sudden, right in front of her, she saw something ugly. It was the face of a man, and he was laughing at her.
She drove right through it, wiping the sweat off her brow. She started to shiver, and turned the heat on in the car.
She continued to drive. Then, she saw the image again.
It was his face, taking up the entire road. His mouth was open, and he was laughing at her. He was telling her something. She couldn't hear it.
She drove through it, but as she did, she could finally hear the voice.
"You'll never get away from me, after what you did. Never."
She tried to block the voice out of her mind, but she just couldn't. As she started to come around a narrow curve, she could see his face again.
"Never. Never. You'll never get away from me."
"Bastard," she screamed. "Bastard. I'll kill you. I swear I will."
She could see him laughing, and then, the face turned into the man. He was standing a few feet in front of her, to the right.
"I swear that I'll kill you," she screamed, and she veered the car at him.
She pressed her foot on the gas and readied herself. She knew that she was going to slam right into him, and she was laughing the whole time.
She was laughing even as she drove right through the illusion of the figure, and even as she realized that the car had driven right over a cliff, and was heading down a few hundred feet.
She laughed because, even though she knew that she was going to die, she felt as if she had been triumphant. It was true that she would die, but at least she would die a virgin, and not his slave.
And then, the car smashed against the ground, and that was all that she could remember, except for the sudden burst of flames.
When the patrol car saw the crash, they drove over as fast as they could. They had to wait for the flames to die down before they saw the body of the young blonde girl, and it was to take them quite a number of days before they would be able to identify her. And even then, they still had that mystery to solve about what had happened to the large house which seemed to have blown up.
"Let me see if I have the name straight," the man said, as he looked over the application that the young blonde girl had made out.
"Dawn Knight?"
"Yes," the girl said, and she smiled.
"Now Dawn, tell me a little bit about yourself, arid what you're doing in Chicago."
"I just had to get out of New York," she said. "I was living there my whole life, but there was nothing for me in that city."
"And do you have secretarial skills?" the man asked.
"Yes," she said. "I can do it all. I can do anything that you want me to do."
"Well, we'll see about that after a few days. That means I will hire you. We could use a nice girl like you around here."
"Then I'll start tomorrow?" the girl asked.
"Yes, early in the morning," he said, and he stood up when she did.
As he led her out of the office, then returned to his desk, he bad to smile. The red of his eyes began to light up, and he started to lick his lips. Yes, he thought to himself, he would get her.
But she had no idea who he was, nor any recollection of what had happened.
This time, he thought, he was going to take the subtle approach. He would appear to her in human form, and he would start to date her, after she had been working for him a few days. He knew that she would be willing.
After all, he had seen the way she looked at him, and he had put himself into a stunning human body.
The body in the car, he thought, had been her mother's. It had been easy to transport her mother's dead body to the car, and pull hers out before the car crashed.
Virgins did not come by all that often, especially un-Baptized ones.
She had been saved for him, ever since she was a baby, and he was going to get her.
As far as she knew, she had just left home. But she knew nothing of her mother's death, or anything else about what had happened upstate. That, he decided, had been the wrong approach. There had been too much going on, and also, her powers had started to develop a little early, because she bad such a strong will.
But this time, he would deceive her, because he would appear in human form.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, and when he asked whoever it was to enter, she stuck her head back in.
"I'm sorry. I'm such a jerk, but I forgot to ask how much I'll make."
He told her, and she seemed to be very satisfied. He sat there for a second looking at her, and thinking how beautiful she was.
He thought of how nice it would be to enter her, and even more, how nice it would be once he had come inside of her, and she was his total, willing slave.
"Tell me, Dawn," he said. "Do you have any plans for lunch this afternoon?"
"No, sir," she said, so politely.
"Well, I was just about to go out myself, and I thought it might be a nice idea if you joined me. I could fill you in on some of the things that you'll be responsible for while you're working here."
"All right," she said, and when she smiled, she looked so beautiful.
One would never have suspected that she had so much evil inside of her, he thought. He couldn't wait to see her unleash it, under his commands.
What she had done to the house upstate had only shown him that she had it in her to do it without his commands. It would be much better once he could tell her what to do.
As they walked outside, he put his arm around her shoulders.
Dawn felt a cold chill run through her body for only a second but then, when he smiled at her, she felt it change to warmth.
She thought about her virgin pussy, and how she had wanted to lose her virginity a few weeks back, on her eighteenth birthday. She couldn't even remember her party, but she did know that nothing had happened.
But this new boss of hers seemed like such a nice-looking man. He was also so very kind, and she kept wondering how big a cock he had. She thought that if he liked her enough, they could easily wind up in bed together.
Then, she would finally get someone to fuck her.
But she didn't even know what the consequences of having this particular man would be.
Over lunch, she could feel him rubbing his leg against, hers, under the table. She remembered, way back in her past, a time when someone else had done something similar. She had felt the same kind of pleasures, only now, they were even more intense.
She kept smiling at him, and later, she thought that she felt fingers starting to touch her leg, and move closer up her thigh.
"Can I walk you home?" he asked her, after lunch.
"Yes," she said, and he smiled as much as she did.
Dawn invited him in for a drink, and a little later, she was feeling woozy. He led her into her bedroom and helped her lie down. As he looked down at her, she reached up, pulled his head down, and kissed him.
He knew that the rest would be so easy, and as he was entering her, gently, she looked at him and wondered.
Why did that smile on his face seem so triumphant?
