Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2006 01:52:31 -0500 From: Kyle Phantasy Subject: sara the sorceress 6 The content herein is entirely a work of fiction and all characters and interactions are exclusively a product of my own perverted mind. Your comments are welcome, email Kylesphantasies@hotmail.com. Sara the Sorceress Chapter 6: Misguided Rescue *This one's another graphic one. The happenings will again be summarized at the beginning of the next chapter.* Maria, Laura's mother, has long practiced witchcraft. When she came upon a fragment lodged within an old book on the darker arts she embarked upon a sexually addictive visit to a Demoness' palace, constructed of the undulating bodies of the damned. The exquisite pleasure the Demoness was able to give her quickly damned Maria and she was incorporated into the Demoness' palace. Carl, Laura's father, sat up reluctantly when his alarm went off. "Morning," he said, not turning to see the prone form of his wife. When she didn't respond, he twisted around to wake her up. He found her body cold and already hard, she had died in the night. Carl was shocked to silence. He held her hand for a few moments before calling 911. The operator stayed on the line with him until the ambulence arrived, but there was little conversation. It was around eleven when the police were finished questioning him. He knew they had questions he couldn't answer, but did his best. Reluctantly, he picked up the phone and dialed Sara's house, where Laura was spending the night. When Carl broke the news to Laura it started a waterfall of tears. She snuffled through a broken hearted conversation with her father before hanging up the phone and giving her friend and lover a weak hug. Laura's tears flowed off Sara's neck onto the sheets; it took her almost a half hour to explain what was wrong. Another hour passed, Sara continued to comfort Laura until she fell asleep again while crying. Sara hugged her friend's sleeping form and shed a tear of her own before succumbing to sleep. It was several hours later when the pair woke up. Laura awoke first and woke Sara while brushing the dried tears from her eyes. Laura stopped and looked down at her friend, "I love you Sara, and I think I'm going to need your company a lot more in the future." The girls embraced once more before Laura got dressed and headed home. She spent most of the day with her father, although a detective came by in the early evening and asked her a few questions. They were mostly about her parent's relationship leading up to her mother's death. She assured the detective that everything had been smooth and there was no reason she knew of that her father would kill her mother. The same story would later be corroborated by all family, friends, neighbors and coworkers. Her father knocked off early so Laura returned to Sara's house. She arrived unannounced but not unwelcome. Sara and Laura embraced in the doorway and shared a few short kisses before Sara's parents came to give their condolences, ignoring the girls' casually clasped hands. Laura and Sara proceeded upstairs to Sara's room. As soon as the door closed Laura flung her arms around her friend and pulled her tight, whispering, "I've missed you so much! It's so tense at my house. The police kept asking me questions about my parents' realationship, they think my dad killed my mom," Sara was the first person Laura had seen to whom she could really talk and she started rambling uncontrollably. Sympathy welled in Sara's eyes. She gently embraced her friend and whispered, "I'm so sorry," before planting a lingering kiss on Laura's lips, her tongue lingering just behind her own lips. Abruptly silenced, Laura would have stiffened if she could have become any more tense then slowly melted into Sara. She tilted her head and slipped her tongue into Sara's mouth, two lone tears detached from her eyes as the weight was temporarily lifted from her shoulders. Slick with saliva, the girls' tongues slide past each other and tangle within their mouths. One of Laura's hands slipped down Sara's back to rest on one ass cheek, she squeezed it twice before caressing Sara's back up to her bra strap. Laura's ministrations were clumsy with one hand inside and one hand ouside Sara's shirt. By the time she had Sara's bra unhooked her her friend had reached both hands beneath her shirt and was lifting it over her head. With Sara's bra unhooked, Laura backed up, allowing Sara to pull her shirt off. Sara pulled her own shirt over her head and discarded her own bra. Meanwhile, Laura unbuttoned her pants and pushed them to the floor. Sara was pushing her own pants to the floor when Laura came up behind her. Laura slipped one hand underneath her friend's panties and gave Sara's left breast a firm squeeze with the other, whispering, "I don't know what came over you last night but it's magic, and it's just what I need." Sara smiled briefly at her friend's mention of magic but her mouth was soon hanging open while she moaned softly in pleasure. Laura was once again massaging her breast, this time rubbing her slit firmly, her hand lubricated by the beginning cascade of liquid from Sara's pussy. More than half way to climax, Sara reluctantly pulled Laura's hand from her dripping cunt. She tasted herself dramatically, pressing her extended tongue against Laura's palm and dragging it along till it "popped" off her fingers. Turning to the left kept Laura's hand on her breast. Pouting slightly, Sara kissed Laura's jawline, neck, breasts and stomach as she dropped to her knees. She pulled Laura's panties down, letting them drop to the floor. Sara lapped at the top of Laura's pussy, tasting her friend's well-flowing juices. Laura placed one hand on Sara's head and lifted one breast out of her bra and tweaked her nipple with the other. Encouraged by Laura's hand, Sara grasped her friend's buttocks, pulling her face and tongue deeper into Laura's crotch and cunt. When Laura's legs started quivering, she removed her hand and attempted to step back, "I think you'd better let me sit down before I fall down." "Maybe that's for the best," Sara relented, standing and making her way to her bed with Laura. Laura lay down first, one of her breasts hanging partially out of her bra. Sara lay down on top of Laura, their fingers and tongues intertwined and their pussies ground against each other. Sara pushed against the bed and Laura's hands, arching her back and increasing the pressure between their pussies. Both girls thrust their pelvises forward and Sara pulled herself up and down. Laura was soon mewling and sighing below her, "Oh god Sara!" Laura writhed beneath her, searching for a level of sensation this arrangement couldn't provide. Sara climbed off her friend, savoring her friend's pussy lips, inflamed and splayed wide open. She reached beneath her bed and extracted her wand from a shoe box, "Sara! Where do you get these things from." Sara smiled, ignoring Laura's questions. She pressed the phallus against Laura's pussy, it slipped in without resistance. Laura reflexively spread her legs while Sara fucked her with the wand. Laura grasped her breasts, massaging them while she rode Sara's wand, moaning louder and louder. Afraid someone might hear them, Sara straddled Laura's face. She continued pumping Laura's cunt and vigorously rubbed Laura's clit while Laura started in licking her pussy. A sudden and repeated, yet muffled, scream accompanied Laura's climax. Laura's hot breath pushed Sara closer to orgasm and she ground her pussy against Laura's face until her cum flooded her friend's open mouth. The girls showered off before curling up together and falling asleep in Sara's bed. Meanwhile, alone and unable to sleep, Carl sifted idly through his wife's belongings. When he pulled out one of the under-bed storage bins he was surprised to find a plastic folder on top. A fragment of paper filled an expensive looking plastic page at the front. It was written in a language Carl couldn't understand. Maria had inked a series of letters along the side of the plastic page, Carl still couldn't understand them, but they characters were familiar. Knowing his wife's chosen religion (and having seen a few things he couldn't deny over the years) Carl wondered if he had just stumbled upon a clue to her death. Folder in hand, Carl climbed back into bed. Behind the first page there was a hand written paper from Maria. It explained that the incantation on the fragment was a spiritual gateway to a Demoness' palace, a place of unrestrained pleasure and sin. Any entrant was permitted three visits but would not be able to leave after the third. There was a scribbled note at the bottom that didn't match with the academic nature of the page, 'I can't even think about it now without touching myself. Dark fantasies flood my imagination. The world has lost its flavor, I must go back. I'm sorry Carl, for your own sake don't come after me.' The folder slipped from Carl's shaking hands. Perhaps from the fall and perhaps from something more sinister, the plastic page flipped back over. Carl's resolve formed quickly, he couldn't permit his wife's soul to remain in this place of the damned. He sounded the incantation aloud, but nothing happened. Carl spoke the incantation again, nothing. He had just finished the third recitation when he went limp and passed out. Someone was giving him a hand job. Surprised, Carl sat up and pushed himself away, slid a short distance before crashing into the headboard. The headboard, a naked couple shoulder to shoulder, pulled him closer and started kissing both sides of his head, the woman's tongue swept across his cheek and he roughly pulled away from them. The woman pouted momentarily then started kissing the man, whispering unmentionables in what sounded like Russian. More hands grasped at him and Carl ran to the only place it looked he would be safe. Carl stood atop a table made of a man crouched over, fear racked his body and he felt as though he was going to puke. The feeling subsided and he sat down on the table-man's back to wait. Perhaps fifteen minutes later the orgy in the room subsided to suggestive undulations and the one Carl sought walked through the doorway, "Not a fan of their attentions?" she asked. "No, no I'm not and I'm not a fan of yours either," Carl retorted. "Tough words for a man who is about to start surrendering his soul to me." "That's not my intent. I came here for my wife, is her... soul... here?" The Demoness paused in consideration, "Yes. The one called Maria?" she paused to slowly insert two fingers into her cunt, "She liked doing this a great deal." She pumped her fingers a few times then raised them to her lips and licked them clean as she crossed the room to Carl, "And what do you want with her?" "I want you to let her go." "I'm afraid I can't do that," she attempted to grasp Carl's shoulder, her skin was soft and inviting, but Carl pushed it away. "What can I give you to release Maria's soul?" The Demoness grinned widely at this turn, "Bring me your daughter." "NO!" Carl stood on the man's back gesticulating aggressivly, "I'd never do that!" The Demoness paused, "Hmm, you've got spirit. Won't you have a seat? There may be something else we can work out." She gestured to a pair of "chairs" that Carl had discarded as merely part of the orgy. They consisted of a man for the back, his midsection appeared to be broken and his engorged cock stuck up, and a woman, she lay beneath the man and, from time to time, would give him head. Their hands intertwined placing their arms where the armrests would be. Anyone who sat in either of those chairs would have to take the man's cock in their ass. "No thanks, I'm fine here," Carl replied after his evaluation. "Suit yourself," the Demoness walked over to one chair and slowly sat down, sliding her back against the man's chest. She moaned as his cock was embedded in her ass and spread her legs so the woman could access her pussy. She sighed before continuing, "How about a little challenge, then." "What do you mean?" "I will let you search my palace as one of the damned for your wife. When you find her if you can remember her name both of you will be free. If you can't, both your souls are mine. I'll be nice though, I'll find a place here for the two of you." "What kind of trick are you playing on me?" "None. I will, personally, do nothing to inhibit your success. In fact, to sweeten the deal, if you can find her and remember her name I'll not only free her soul, I'll reincarnate it. When you wake up she'll have a new body and be lying right next to you." Carl looked down at the floor, averted his eyes from two men, and returned his gaze to the Demoness, "Though I'll probably damn my soul one way or another, I'll do it." "Wonderful, this should be the most amusement I've had in at LEAST a century," she stood slowly, letting the chair-man's member slide out, and approached Carl. Something in the Demoness' eyes froze Carl where he sat. He didn't try to resist when she kissed him. She looked him in the face and whispered something under her breath that sounded like "Lust," then started kissing him again. Carl was returning the kiss at half pace when something entered his mouth. At first he thought it was her tongue but it kept coming. It moved down his throat and he could feel whatever it was moving in a most disconcertingly erotic manner through his body. He was about to push the Demoness away and protest when an intense sensaton exploded from his nether regions, it had siezed on his prostate. Carl almost thought he felt pain, but he was awash in pleasure. He collapsed back, hanging off the man-table while the Demoness bent and took his member into her mouth. Carl moaned uncontrollably, he had never experienced anything so intensely erotic and had no defenses against the Demoness' continuing advances. He exploded in her mouth and she swallowed every drop of his cum and sucked even more from his abused cock. The Demoness pulled him to the floor where he fell to his knees. She pressed him to her pussy, he couldn't dissagree. Carl was lapping happily at the Demoness' ever-soppen cunt when she intoned his second damnation, "Greed." Carl pulled back at first when the serpent reared from the Demoness' pussy but she pressed him back against her and Greed slipped from her body to his. Carl experienced the same feeling as the serpent slipped through his body. It moved around for a short time before reentering Carl's mouth. It lodged itself there, slowly flexing its lean body. "What a good idea Greed! Carl, I want you to fuck me with that snake," Carl was in a daze, the serpent found the Demoness' cunt and shortly thereafter, he started pumping her. The Demoness' howled in pleasure as Carl rocked back and forth, fucking her. Lust seemed to be aroused by the turn of events. It finally detached from Carl's prostate and began teasing his sphincter. "Ohhgghhh," the Demoness vocalized her height of pleasure and Greed slipped from Carl's mouth back to the welcoming body of his mistress. Carl gagged and coughed, more than was strictly necessary, contemplating the disturbingly pleasant sensation of lust grinding against the inside of his ass. The Demoness pushed the man-table aside, it rolled once then came to rest where it immediately partook of whoever was nearest. She pushed him back and crouched over his once again engorged cock. "Tell me, did Maria ever let you fuck her in the ass?" Carl slowly shook his head no while the Demoness lowered herself on top of him. Her ass was incredibly tight and she flexed it wonderfully, giving him a sensation similar to a hand job as she mounted him. The Demoness' ass was so tight Carl knew he wouldn't last long. She had only humped his cock a few times when she huskily whispered, "Envy." Something slid over Carl's cock while it was inside of her. Pinpoints of pain near the base of his penis gave Carl a wake up call. He started thrusting and pulling, trying to shake whatever was on his cock, it wouldn't leave. Once again the pleasure welled and Carl came. To his surprise he was able to continue fucking the Demoness for some time before he went flaccid and during much of that time he was cumming. When his cock was pulled out of her ass the suspected reason was confirmed, a third serpent. The smallest of the three appeared to be trying to swallow Carl's cock and indeed it felt similar to getting a blow job. Carl felt the waves of pleasure from his ass and cock collide and strengthen. Once again he came, a repeatability he had never before enjoyed. Though his member twitched, there was nothing left for it to disgorge. Sealing his fate, the small serpent detached from Carl's cock and effortlessly slipped into his excited, loosened anus. Lust and Envy played for a short time inside him. They pushed against his skin and bit him from the inside. His face was clenched halfway between ecstasy and horror as Lust then Envy pushed from his mouth and ass, respectively. "It is done. You are now damned to my palace. Good luck in your quest," Her words earlier sunk in 'I will let you search my palace as one of the damned...' her words echoed in his head. He'd interpereted them the wrong way and now there was no room for failure. He was being borne down. Other damned souls grasped his extremeties and pulled him in different directions. Remembering his task, Carl shook them off and began clawing through the press of bodies. It was very difficult for him to see the faces but he pressed on. Hours passed, then days, his voice was hoarse from shouting her name and it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the touches and grasps of the bodies he passed. Carl eventually took to coupling with a woman while he inspected the adjacent bodies, then moving on. Time passed and his will eroded and his hunt eventually became one for the next pussy, the next cock, the next orgy. It was in this condition that he finally found her. She was eating out another woman while a man licked her ass and pussy. Carl grabbed her and pulled her away from the woman. Clouded eyes stared back at Carl and all she did was press into Carl, attempting to kiss him. He let her and hugged her close, "Oh I've missed you so much. I've come for you!..." Shock crashed in on Carl's addled brain, he didn't remember her name! The Demoness had hedged her bets well, he was sex-addled. The two of them kissed and embraced while a steady torrent of tears washed down Carl's face. He began to give in to the raging desires within his body, biting her nipples and rubbing her clit (another man was currently fucking her from behind). An all too familiar feeling brought Carl back to the task at hand, something had just entered his ass, and it wasn't a cock or finger. That same erotic feeling traveled through his body, up to his brain 'Hello Carl,' a hollywood serpent voice addressed him from within, 'I can help you Carl.' All he could think of was to "think" back at it, 'How, why?' 'I am the one called Envy, I would like to leave thisss place and the cruel whip of my mistressss. If you will take me with you, I will tell you her name,' the serpent circled idly in Carl's head, momentarily clouding his thoughts. Carl had no choice. He could agree with the serpent and they would be free or he could turn it down, give in to his desires and become just another damned soul in the Demoness' collection. 'Ok, Envy, you have a deal' 'Exssselent. Her name is Maria.' "Maria," he whispered, as though it were the greatest revelation ever. He repeated it, then screamed it. All the while the serpent slithered around in his head. As every other body but his and Maria's faded from sight Carl thought he heard cackling in the darkness. He was fairly certain that he'd just been had. To be continued... Your comments are welcome, email Kylesphantasies@hotmail.com.