The Nina from Carolina circuit

1

Prince Albert Kendall sat alone in his basement. It was a large basement beneath an even larger house, detached and isolated from its neighbor, and Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel very much preferred it this way.

Albert sat among the gear of his cunning. Heavy, ancient tomes adorned bookshelf's while circles drawn in chalk covered the strip concrete floor and walls. Intricate conception, and carefully drawn symbolization were added, and a whiteboard with detailed instruction written in disgraceful, dominated the centre of the room.

The doorway at the top of the narrow staircase creaked opened and promising luminousness spilled into the basement.

"Father, Mr Murdoch is here. Shall I send him down ?"

"Yes, thank you Harriet."Replied Albert, marvelling at the beautiful slim shadow of his sole nipper standing in the room access. At only twenty days old she was stunningly beautiful, with her long naturally blond hair in a pony tail, blanket womanly rose hip, and a tight waistline. Her breasts were full and weighty, and yet her face carried an innocence and naivety that almost defied belief.

She was lenify, kind, and thoughtful, and Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel absolutely adored her. Keeping her virginity integral had been increasingly hard and had resulted in Albert taking her out of schoolhouse and moving to a less dwell town where he could hide her away. She had no Quaker here, and yet seemed content, well-chosen to assist with the minor rituals, and knowing when to turn just when things got a little heavy.

She had a certain childlike ingenuousness, and Albert was glad to keep her that way. Her purity and innocence were to be vitally important in what he was about to do, and although he felt horrendously sad at what ultimately had to happen, he knew that it was completely unavoidable.

Franz Murdoch made his way unsteadily down the staircase holding the loosen banister for musical accompaniment. He was a few years younger than Albert, but still well into his sixties. He was skeletal thin out with greying hair and had an air of quiet sophistication, which impressed Albert.

"Its been too long old friend, too long."Albert held out his hand, but was swept into an embrace by his lifelong friend.

"It has indeed Albert. It ` s honorable to see you looking so well."

It had been seven retentive years since they had last met, at the funeral of Alberts wife/ Harriet's mother Miriam. It had of course of study, been a Satanic funeral.

Albert smiled at the compliment."I take it you received my letter ?"

"I did indeed. And I have to profess, I could hardly think my eyes. What on terra firma are you doing Prince Albert ? You are aware that the master key knows of you ?"

"The master key doesn ` t know the half of it Franz."Replied Albert."Please hire a seat."

Franz sat on a small stool and waited for Albert to continue.

"Three months ago, I entered the 8th circle of hell. I bloody did it Franz. I broke the seal. I was there only briefly, but it was enough."

Franz shook his head in curiosity. He had been a diabolist all his grownup sprightliness and had never known anyone get beyond the fifth circle."And that nearly killed you Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel. Now you ` re about to attempt the ninth and terminal. This is madness. The Master will not allow this."

"I have some very hefty Allies. Demons are flocking to me in secret. They have had sufficiency of the victor. They will protect me long enough for me to make out the ritual and soften the seal and then deal on Satan himself. With their support I will take the throne."

"Now I know you ` re mad."Said Franz, shaking his head.

"flavour into the shadower Franz. What do you see ?"

Franz looked. He stared hard into the deeper recesses of the basement. The shadows seemed darker there. Undulating, moving of their own accord. The dark seemed almost alive.

"They ` re here ? Your demon are here ?"

Albert grinned."A few. There are many, many more. I am never alone."

"And the culmination of this ritual is the violation and sacrifice of your virgin daughter."

"Yes."Said Prince Albert."The forfeiture has to be of my blood."

Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel left it there. He decided to leave out the bit about cutting the uterus from her still living organic structure, stitching her centre inside, and throwing it into the fire.

"There ` s something I need you to do for me Franz. When I entered the one-eighth circle, I allowed Harriet to remain in the house. That was a mistake. She heard vox. Saw affair and had some terrible dreams. matter that almost broke her. The ninth circle is going to be often big. I want you to take her menage with you. give care for her. retain her rubber. Don ` t let her out of your good deal. When I ` m ready for her I ` ll let you know."

Franz shrugged."I will do as you say. But if the victor asks-"

"You will say nothing !"Prince Albert ` s eyes glittered with malice."Choose sides Franz. aid me and you will be richly rewarded. The entire ritual should hold around two weeks."

Franz nodded sadly and left the room.

Harriet packed a suitcase. She was torn between loyalty to her founder and the care of the terrors to do. She was dire for him, being all alone in the house, but knew that when the ritual started the revulsion that she had experienced before would return, so was reluctantly felicitous to be elsewhere.

And Franz seemed nice. It was a small creepy how he seemed to stare at her breasts and behind, but he was pleasant and had promised to tell her stories of her father in his younger sidereal day which she very much wanted to hear.

She shared a tearful goodbye with her father, and then Franz and Harriet left the house.

2

The journey to Franz ` s home was a yearn one and mostly conducted in silence. She had tried small talk, but Franz had seemed distracted and distant, and so after a spell, she had contented herself with staring out of the window.

She was care about her father. He ` d been working terribly hard recently striving for something he was keeping very close to his chest. She really didn ` t judgement being kept out of the loop, as Witchcraft and Satanism held footling involvement for her, but she really wished that he would rest more.

The car swooped into Franz ` s driving, and they were greeted by the housekeeper who introduced herself as Mrs Gordon. She was a round, jolly womanhood with twisting breasts and a gregarious nature, who also apparently, doubled as Franz ` s cook.

She ushered Harriet into the mansion, promising to have Harriet's bag taken to her way before bustling away to fix lunch.

Franz strode purposefully into the house and put his sass close to Harriet's ear.

"Listen to me and listen well, I will not reiterate myself. You will go immediately to your way. Once there you will peel completely and hang your clothes on the bait behind the door. Naked, you will stand facing the door with your hands at your sides. You will not move. I will wait on you shortly."

And with that Franz strode away, leaving Harriet undefended mouthed and speechless.

Harriet was shown to her room by a maid who moved ghostlike and silent through the house. Her elbow room was sparse, consisting of a double up bed, wardrobe, and a salad dressing board. A full-length salad dressing mirror stood on the floor and a crap encrusted lampshade hung above the bed.

"You must do as he says miss."Whispered the girl."Franz has a fearful temper. He will whip you if you disobey him."

"Has he- you know, hurt you ?"

The girl smiled sadly as she left the room, locking the door behind her.

3

Harriet stood nude before the mirror. She ran her hands gently over her large, heavy tit. They had been a constant informant of embarrassment to her since they had begun to grow at age dozen and had been the case of many a ribald comment from the former pupils and many a sneak glance from grownup old enough to fuck better. It felt at times that she was constantly fighting off endeavour to grope her and she was secretly pleased when her Father had begun to schoolhouse her at home.

She turned slightly to the incline, admiring the curve of her hips, and the tightness of her bottom. Although naturally modest, she knew that she had all the right curves in all the in good order places but had yet to feel a man ` s hired man. She had a feeling that that was about to change, but come what may, she knew that she absolutely had to preserve her virginity. Her father had told her this from a very early on age, and she had no intent of letting him down.

She took her position in front of the door and waited nervously for Franz.

Franz entered the room a few present moment later and stared appreciatively at his modish attainment. He was pleased that she had obeyed him and removed her wearing apparel. But then he knew that she was a very obedient girl. The fact that she had done it without question bode very well for the future.

"How beautiful you are Harriet. How you remind me of your female parent. I hadn ` t realised you had grown into such a complete immature woman."

He ran a bony finger down the side of her breast and casually flicked the nipple.

Harriet gasped and stiffened under his pinch."Why are you doing this to me Franz ? I thought we were friends."

Franz moved behind her and ran a finger down the length of her spine."I ` m not your friend Harriet. I ` m your corruptor. We shall have a lot of fun you and I. In a lot the same way that I did with your mother."

Harriet turned her headland, shocked."You do it my mother- like in that way ?

"Very much so. We enjoyed many rites together. She was vibrant. The most uninhibited woman I have ever met."

Harriet faced the threshold once more. This was a little more than she had been expecting.

"In fact, I find it astounding that she has given birth to such an uptight and suppress daughter."

Harriet stiffened once more. This was not the first time she had been called gens with compliments to her virgin condition. The boys at schooling had been particularly cruel.

"I ` m none of those matter Franz. I ` m this way because I choose to be. My virginity is for the man I love. The man I will get married. And it ` s important to my father."

Yes, but not for the ground that you think, thought Franz."Very noble."He continued."Tell me Harriet. Do you jerk off ?"

"No."Said Harriet firmly.

"Not even a piffling ?"

"No."

Franz traced a finger lightly along her slit. There was no stubble. Not the svelte tincture of hair. Harriet clenched her fists, but her weaponry remained at her sides.

"I will have got your cunt Harriet. I will come in your ass and your oral fissure. And you will beg me to do so.

I have had your suitcase and clothes destroyed. I shall go into town tomorrow and buy you some new ones. Clothes more in keeping with your new place. Goodbye Harriet."

And with that, Franz collected her clothes from the spine of the doorway and left the room.

4

Harriet had goose egg. Everything she had with her had been taken away, and she remained locked in her elbow room for the relaxation of the even. There was a diminished en suite, attached to the way for her toilette, and the maid attended to her later, bringing her an extremely sheer, baby dolly nightdress to wear to bed.

It was transparent, and ended just below her waistline, with two large cups for her tit and the tit arena cut out. She knew that this was for play rather than sleep, but twirling before the mirror, she had to accept that she looked pretty hot in it. Still, a small-scale part of her longed for the muppet pj's she had packed in her suitcase.

The following cockcrow was gay and warm, and she had a leisurely breakfast on the terrace, prepared for her by Mrs Gordon. Harriet was wrapped in a large beach towel over the tiniest of bikinis, a giving from Franz before he left, with instructions that she should read advantage of the glorious weather and sunbathe.

"But Mrs Gordon, I can ` t possibly wear this. It ` s obscene."

Mrs Gordon pulled the towel from Harriet's body and examined the bikini. It was ashen and consisted of a small-scale temporary hookup of textile which barely covered her slit, with thin strap between her legs and around her waist. The bra was two shoulder strap that criss-crossed over her nipples going over her shoulders and around her back.

"You ` re right-hand dear. Totally unsuitable."Replied Mrs Gordon, releasing the straps and allowing the bikini to decrease away."Much better to sunbathe naked."

"Mrs Gordon ! What are you doing !"Cried Harriet desperately trying to cover herself.

"You have the most gorgeous body Harriet. Get out there and shew it off."

Harriet felt much better without the bikini truth be told and had no problem with nudity. The bikini had an overt sexuality about it which Harriet felt uncomfortable with and being naked intend no unsightly tan lines.

With only herself and Mrs Gordon in the house, Harriet felt okay with being naked.

Harriet had been lying on the sun lounger only a short time, before a bare Mrs Gordon stepped onto the terrace.

"What a beautiful day Harriet. I ` ve made you a drink dear."

The drunkenness were placed on a low plastic mesa between the dilly-dallier, and Mrs Gordon took her situation beside Harriet.

Harriet couldn ` t assist but stare. The fair sex had the expectant titmouse she had ever seen. They hung pendulously from her breast and rested on her large stomach. A wiry while of dark fuzz nestled between her second joint. She lay back with a deep sigh of pleasure, her legs open on either face of the lounger, and both feet on the floor.

After a piece Harriet heard her give a gentle moan.

Lifting herself onto her human elbow, Harriet looked across at the aged woman.

Mrs Gordon was on her back rubbing her titmouse and pulling intemperately on her elongated nipple. She moaned softly again, and Harriet watched as her bridge player travelled south and disappeared into the wiry thicket hidden between her legs.

Harriet could hardly take a breather. She watched as Mrs Gordon raised her human knee, and allowed her legs to fall widely apart. The deal continued to work down there, hidden now from Harriet's view.

They suddenly locked eyes.

"Do you like to watch dear ?"she said thickly."I like to be watched. Come closer now. Watch what I do."

At Mrs Gordons focus, Harriet knelt at the end of the lounger between her paste thighs. She now had a everlasting thought of Mrs Gordons furiously rubbing fingers.

"Can you see my yap Harriet ? My wet spread muddle ?"

Harriet could indeed.

"You really must learn to do this for yourself. You ` ve no approximation how a good deal fun frigging is."

Harriet watched intently. She had never seen another woman's pussy this close before, and it looked considerably larger than her own. The surface yap was immediately filled as Mrs Gordon thrust three digit into her sopping wet pussy, driving them recondite inside.

Her finger's breadth were a blur as she scrubbed her hard-little clit, and hurtle wet fingers in and out of her well used hole.

"I ` m coming squawk !"She suddenly cried."I ` m coming right fucking now !"

And come she did. Harriet caught every moan and groan, every gut-wrenching spasm, every fluttering ripple of her cunt as it sucked at her wildly thrusting fingers.

And then it was over. Mrs Gordon lay back satiate, her eyes closed and her fingers playing lazily over the fat lips of her cunt.

5

It was mid-afternoon when Harriet was startled awake by a large apparition dropping across her.

"My God Franz you ` re-"

"Naked, yes."He replied.

Harriet immediately tried to cover up, and Franz laughed.

"I ` ve been watching you for some clock time you hot niggling whore. Don ` t go all modest on me now."

Franz took a lounger and pulled it into the space between Harriet and Mrs Gordon, His huge erect organ swaying before him. It was the world-class erect pecker that Harriet had ever seen, and it speared out of his bony groyne like a colossus, its rigidity curving away from his thin and stringy body.

Harriet swallowed hard. The huge knob at the end was the size of a large plum, and its sightless eye stared at her. Reaching for her, identifying her for what she was. She was a hole, a sleeve, a warm wet place to lie with. The cock didn ` t upkeep. She was nil to it.

Franz lay back and picked up a magazine, and idly flicked through the pages. His rock-hard cock spearing skywards.

Harriet noticed Mrs Gordon taking an amused interest in Franz.

"Franz you should really accept some emollient on that putz. It will burn otherwise."

Franz laughed."You ` re absolutely aright Mrs Gordon. See to it will you."

Harriet watched as Mrs Gordon straddled Franz ` s organic structure, gently lowering herself onto the unfaltering throbbing organ.

"Harriet come closer."Said Franz."You should see this."

Harriet did as she was told and watched in fascination as Franz ` s dick began to disappear into Mrs Gordons hairy cave. Mrs Gordon lowered herself gently down until their bodies met and Franz ` s prick was completely inside her.

"Shall I rub it in a footling for you Franz."Breathed Mrs Gordon as she began to move.

"Splendid."Replied Franz as he feigned impassivity, flicking through his magazine.

She began to twit him.

Harriet watched fascinated as Franz ` s slipperiness, iron hard peter, repeatedly disappeared into Mrs Gordon ` s fat heaving belly. She rode him expertly, rotating her hips, butting his putz into every surface of her sopping wet cunt.

Harriet was vaguely aware of Franz rubbing her tit and pulling on an extended nipple, but she couldn ` t front away from that rock-hard pole as it fucked faster and faster, into Mrs Gordon.

"I ` m coming Franz ! I ` m coming hard !"Cried the housekeeper falling forward, Franz and his magazine disappearing beneath her gigantic tits.

Harriet moved to the bottomland of the lounger to see Franz ` s cock pull free of her jam and encounter a flush of hot pussy succus which spattered wetly against his fat red node, and run half way down the shaft.

Mrs Gordon moaned and trembled, her open cunt rhythmically expanding and contracting, as the orgasm tore through her well-travelled hole.

"Franz put it back in right hand now, I need it."She moaned softly.

Franz tried to reach his swaying cock, but couldn ` t manage.

"Harriet delight if you wouldn ` t mind."

Harriet reluctantly took the base of the cock, and aimed it at the open hole. At the first touch of Franz ` s slick knob, Mrs Gordon thrust herself fully upon it, driving it deeply inside her, her legs stretched out and rigid. She moved twice more upon it and came again, her full torso palpitation as she worked through her second orgasm.

Franz still hadn ` t come.

"Mrs Gordon."Said Franz."Will you please usher Harriet how to suck cock ? I think it ` s prison term we enhanced her education."

Mrs Gordon grinned, and took Franz ` s cock, still wet with her succus, into her lip. She licked around the knob, and pushed her head down upon it, taking the head and lots of the shaft into her mouth, and it seemed to Harriet, her throat.

Franz gave a happy sigh and closed his eyes, as Mrs Gordon worked upon him.

Harriet was overwhelmed. She had hardly believed such affair were possible. Did hoi polloi really do these things ? Is this what sex was about ? Harriet didn ` t know, but she knew it both scared and excited her in be measure.

"And now Harriet."Said Franz thickly. He was breathing heavier now, the magazine cast aside.

Harriet copied Mrs Gordon and mounted Franz, her kitty-cat simple inches from his mouth, and her face in his breakwater. She had heard stories of men who liked to work out a girl ` s kitty. Would he do it to her ? She hoped so.

With Mrs Gordon encouraging her, she licked and sucked at Franz ` s prick. She found it a little salty, but zippo like as unpleasant as she ` d always imagined it would be. In fact, it was fun.

Harriet felt arms around her waist pulling her down feather. Her leg bedspread either incline of the mope, and her pussy came into middleman with Franz ` s lip. He licked and sucked at the fleshy plica, driving deep inside, and flicking her hard-little clitoris with the tip of his tongue.

Harriet was beside herself. Never in her life had she ever felt anything so amazing, so utterly overwhelming. She bore down with renewed vigour on his tool, and felt it throb and tug in response.

Mrs Gordon informed her that Franz was about to come, and her back talk was about to be filled with his hot steamy cum. She was to swallow it all. Not a drop cloth was to escape.

Harriet moved her head faster, desperate to finger the hot heavy pulsing as he spurted into her mouth.

She ground her pussy into Franz ` s mouth as she felt her own sexual climax physical body, and then she was coming. She basis, and cried, and sobbed, around the spurting turncock in her sass, as he sent wad after wad of hot virile spunk, gushing onto her tongue. She desperately swallowed as still more splatter across her teeth, coating the roof of her mouth, and sliding in sticky strings down her throat. She was lost. It was over.

6

Harriet once again stood nude in her chamber awaiting Franz. It had been a little over twenty-four hours since she had sucked Franz ` s cock, and the memory was still very fresh in her judgment. She hadn ` t minded the taste of his spunk that lots. It was gross, and salty, but not at all unpleasant.

The promised clothing had not yet arrived, so Harriet still had nothing to wear except the flimsy baby wench nightgown. Even her bikini had disappeared.

She heard the sound of a key in the curl, and Franz entered. He was bare and already erect. Harriet ` s breathing spell caught in her throat. So, there was to be more sex. Franz moved slowly around her, examining her body in capital detail.

"Your pussy seems fuller. More clearly defined. The lips fatter. You ` re breasts appear magnanimous. You ` re pap a slight swollen. It would seem that our piddling play yesterday has kickstarted your libido. Do you find different Harriet ?"

"wellspring, a little I guess."Said Harriet truthfully."I ` ve had some unearthly dreams."

"Sexual ones ?"

"Yes."

"excellent."

As Franz moved behind her. She felt the hot bulgy boss of his cock touch the fissure of her ass before sliding gently up the small-scale of her dorsum as he pressed himself against her. He reached around and cupped her breasts, feeling their heavy fullness, the coral teat hardening beneath his expert touch.

"You ` re palpitation, how delightful."

Harriet was indeed trembling. She wanted so a lot to hate what he was doing to her, but his hands caressing her mammilla felt puzzle. He plucked at her swollen tit and she gasped as she felt a jolt of joy race through her body.

"You enjoyed that didn ` t you Harriet ?"He whispered."Perhaps you would wish me to touch you somewhere else ?"

Harriet watched in revulsion as an index finger made its way from her breastbone and down over the flat of her stomach, heading towards her cunt. Harriet squirmed against him desperate to escape the hired man that was approaching the fat lips of her tightly closed cunt. In doing so, she inadvertently rubbed herself against the long shaft of his cock which pushed tightly into the scissure of her ass and was made prisoner there by her fat cheeks. Harriet froze. There was no escape valve. There was naught she could do to forbid Franz ` s long finger from sliding delicately along the length of her slit, before pushing gently inside.

"surface up for me Harriet. Let me feel your Virgo cunt."

Harriet gasped at the sudden incursion, and despite herself, pushed back against Franz ` s prick and felt it throb in response.

"Harriet."He hissed in her ear."There are two agency we can do this. The gratifying way or the awful way. Either way I ` m going to have my finger in your cunt. It ` s up to you."

Reluctantly, Harriet shuffled her feet apart, encouraged by Franz kicking at her ankle, until her feet were as far apart as she could comfortably finagle. She could sense the sinew on the inside of her second joint stretching to adapt her new stance. She was fully open to him now, and she felt his finger hook inside her, gently rotating in the moisture that had gathered there.

"Good girl Harriet."He whispered."You ` re doing really well."He lowered his cock and pushed it between her thighs, and Harriet saw the monstrous knob emerge between her legs, along with a portion of the gibe. A large drop cloth of moisture was welling from the prick in the cockhead, and Franz scooped it onto his finger and rubbed it into Harriet's clit.

Harriet gasped. Her breaths were coming quicker now as he molested her, his other hired man grasped her tit, kneading and pulling at her teat. She was on centripetal overburden. She found herself rubbing her pussy back and Forth River along the thick length thrust between her legs, her raw secretions coating the immense shaft as she moved upon it.

"I want to come Franz. Please make me amount. I need it."

"And I need my cock inside you."Replied Franz.

"Then do it."She groaned."ass it inside me. Do it now before I change my mind."

Franz pushed Harriet forward until she was bent-grass over, her hand clutching the footboard of the bed.

Seizing and crushing her boob, he thrust forward.

Harriet screamed."No ! Franz wait-"She screamed again as he thrust recondite, rotating his pelvic arch as he widened the TV channel. Finally, Harriet sobbed."Oh Franz. What have you done ?"

Franz was fully inside her now, scarcely believing how hot and tight she was. He had had many cleaning lady over the eld but never one as deliciously pissed as Harriet. He pulled completely out, before driving in again, full length, into her quivering sheath, feeling his laborious balls slap against her upturned bitch. He knew he wouldn ` t last. He began pumping her in earnest.

Harriet felt like she had had a baseball bat thrusting into her. A Patrick Victor Martindale White New York minute of botheration had exploded behind her eyes as he tore into her. Forcing apart the walls of her cunt for the very first meter. Her sidesplitter had been very tangible, but now she gritted her teeth determined not to cry out. This was what her kitty was made for, she reasoned. It was meant to be fucked. It was designed to be used by a cock. She thrust herself back onto the large, heaving prick, determined to get something from her first fuck.

The painful sensation was diminishing to a numb aching, and Franz ` s fussy finger's breadth were bringing the pleasance back. She was humping back at him now, meeting his thrusts with thrusts of her own, driving herself towards the orgasm she could experience approaching.

"ass me Franz !"She cried."fucking my roll in the hay cunt !"

auditory sense those words from her pure and barren sass tipped Franz over the edge. With a loud groan, he began shooting inside her, his gushing spermatozoan soothing the bruised and lacerated walls of her pussy.

Harriet was coming too, harder than she had ever come in her spirit. Her stage went from under her and she collapsed on the rug, the spurting tool pulling free and decorating her ass and thighs with hot creamy spunk. Feeling the sudden void, Harriet pushed her fingers into the hollow and rapidly wanked her clit, desperate to get the last shadow of pleasure from her rapidly diminishing orgasm.

7

Harriet lay naked on the bed. She couldn ` t believe what had just happened. Franz had left after he had come and told her to clean up. There had been very little blood line, but her pussy ached like crazy.

She was ashamed of herself. All of her honest intent had counted for nada when faced with her first cock. She hadn ` t put up any resistance and had actually encouraged Franz to fuck her.

She knew that her male parent would be bitterly disappointed. She had let him down badly but had resolved not to assure him. She was pretty sure that Franz would never tell, so how could he ever love ?

She could hear footsteps in the hall and knew that Franz was returning. He was going to fuck her in the ass succeeding. She knew that it was going to hurt but felt strangely asleep. She had started on this path to sexual Enlightenment and was determined to see it through regardless of the cost. Perhaps tomorrow Franz would fuck her pussy some more. She hoped so.

8

Franz stood in Albert ` s basement along with several member of his coven. Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel looked a darkness of his former self. Always gaunt, he now looked positively gaunt. His lambskin like skin stretched over his dilute, malnourished frame, but his eyes still glittered with manic excitement. Franz almost felt sorry for his supporter. He had had Harriet to himself for almost two calendar week now and had fucked her on a daily basis. She loved sex. When he was tired he had given her to the member of his coven, who had enhanced her education still further. Harriet didn ` t annoyance with clothes around the house anymore. She was there now. She didn ` t know that Franz was with her father.

"I ` m sorry it took so yearn Franz, I had a few issues. But I ` m ready for her now, as you can see."

Franz looked around the basement. The darkness seemed more agitated than ever. There was a ringing, an energy that wasn ` t there before. A real sense of urgency. The phantasma danced in welcome around Franz ` s feet and across the cap. The alter had been laid out. There were burning wax light and throw out pentangle inlaid with confuse symbolic representation, some that Franz recognised others that he did not.

"Get her down here man."Continued Prince Albert."There ` s no fourth dimension to lose. She needs to be fucked within the adjacent thirty minutes or it all goes to shit. Energy Department she know what ` s about to find ?"

Franz smiled sadly and nodded to his accomplices. Two men seized Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel and pushed him into a high-backed wooden hot seat. substantial ties secured his arms and legs to the chairman, and the accomplices stood either face of Albert making for certain that the chair didn ` t topple over.

Albert struggled feebly. His weakened United States Department of State no match for the two men."Franz what the fuck are you doing ! Get me the fuck off here ! I have to complete the ritual !"

"She ` s not here Albert."Franz said softly. Albert stopped struggling and stared wide-eyed at his long-standing friend, the colour draining from his face.

Franz continued."The last time I was here you asked me to choose sides, so I did. I chose Prince of Darkness. But you were right. He couldn ` t partake you while you were performing the rite. You had too much tribute. So, he addressed the problem from another angle. He went after Harriet instead."

Prince Albert gave a sob and his head dropped to his chest.

"He had me fuck her Albert. He wanted her corrupted in every way. He wanted her turned into a cock crazy tart. And to be honest, I ` ve pretty much done it."

Albert knew that he was finished. Without Harriet and her cherished virginity, he couldn ` t now complete the religious rite. He glanced nervously at the fantasm adorning his walls and ceilings. They would tear him apart for this. His devil, his loyal follower, would have their revenge.

"Oh, and Albert, before I go and leave you to your portion, there is one Sir Thomas More thing."

Albert didn ` t want to hear anymore. He just wanted to die now.

"Harriet is not your daughter. Your wife and I were having an affair for many years. After Harriet was born we had a DNA psychometric test. She ` s mine Albert. I even chose her figure. I ` ve always liked the epithet Harriet."

"Then why Franz."Cried Albert in his heartbreak."Why did you have to fuck her ? If she ` s not of my blood the rite would have failed anyway."

"Correct. But the master wanted her corrupted. The one matter, the one individual you truly loved, taken from you. But if it ` s any comfort, she ` s perfectly happy. In fact, she loves her new life."

"But your own daughter ! Your own fucking daughter !"

Franz waved a mitt dismissively."She doesn ` t know. And anyway, she ` s nothing to me. A cunt. A hole. Tits. I ` ll sustain her for the fucking awhile, then set her up in a nice little categorical. I ` m not a monster Albert."

Albert nodded as if accepting this."How will you evidence her I died ?"

"In a fire. After your friends have finished with you, the theater will be torched. The sea captain has a very especial place for you Albert. You will suffer more pain and horror than any mortal has faced since the sunup of creation."

"Then do me one last thing Franz. Tell her I love her."

"No."Said Franz as he swept from the room.

THE END