The ennead Circles

1

Albert Edward Calvin Kendall sat alone in his basement. It was a enceinte basement beneath an even great menage, detached and isolated from its neighbours, and Albert very much preferred it this way.

Albert sat among the paraphernalia of his guile. Heavy, ancient tomes adorned bookshelf’s while circles drawn in glass covered the unsheathed concrete trading floor and walls. Intricate designs, and carefully drawn symbol were added, and a whiteboard with detailed command written in mordant, dominated the heart of the room.

The door at the top of the specialise staircase creaked receptive and lustrous light spilled into the basement.

“ Father-God, Mr Rupert Murdoch is here. Shall I send him down ? ”

“ Yes, thank you Harriet. ” Replied Albert, marvelling at the beautiful slim phantom of his alone child standing in the doorway. At only twenty years old she was stunningly beautiful, with her farseeing naturally blond hair in a pony buns, wide womanly hip joint, and a tight waist. Her tit were wax and heavy, and yet her cheek carried an naturalness and naivety that almost defied belief.

She was gentle, form, and heedful, and Albert absolutely adored her. Keeping her virginity integral had been increasingly difficult and had resulted in Albert taking her out of shoal and moving to a less populated town where he could hide her away. She had no friends here, and yet seemed subject, glad to assist with the minor rituals, and knowing when to become just when thing got a little heavy.

She had a sealed childlike innocence, and Albert was well-chosen to keep her that way. Her whiteness and artlessness were to be vitally of import in what he was about to do, and although he felt horrendously sad at what ultimately had to pass off, he knew that it was completely unavoidable.

Franz Murdoch made his way unsteadily down the stairway holding the loose handrail for reenforcement. He was a few twelvemonth younger than Albert, but still well into his sixty. He was cadaverous flimsy with greying hair and had an aureole of muted edification, 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 good to see you looking so well. ”

It had been seven long years since they had finis met, at the funeral of Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel wife/ Harriet’s mother Miriam. It had of course, been a Satanic funeral.

Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel smiled at the compliment. “ I take it you received my letters ? ”

“ I did indeed. And I have to confess, I could hardly believe my eyes. What on terra firma are you doing Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel ? You are aware that the Master knows of you ? ”

“ The passe-partout doesn ` t know the half of it Franz. ” Replied Prince Albert. “ Please take a seat. ”

Franz sat on a small crapper and waited for Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel to continue.

“ Three calendar month ago, I entered the eighth circle of hell. I bloody did it Franz. I broke the sealing wax. I was there only briefly, but it was enough. ”

Franz shook his headland in wonder. He had been a Satanist all his grownup lifespan and had never known anyone get beyond the 5th circle. “ And that nearly killed you Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel. Now you ` re about to attempt the ninth and final. This is craziness. The passe-partout will not allow this. ”

“ I have some very powerful allies. Demons are flocking to me in arcanum. They have had enough of the skipper. They will protect me retentive enough for me to fill in the ritual and break the seal and then contract on Satan himself. With their support I will take the throne. ”

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

“ face into the shadows Franz. What do you see ? ”

Franz looked. He stared hard into the thick recesses of the basement. The fantasm seemed darker there. Undulating, moving of their own accord. The tincture seemed almost alive.

“ They ` re here ? Your demons are here ? ”

Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel grinned. “ A few. There are many, many more. I am never alone. ”

“ And the completion of this rite is the rape and sacrifice of your Virgo the Virgin daughter. ”

“ Yes. ” Said Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel. “ The sacrifice has to be of my blood. ”

Albert left it there. He decided to leave out the bit about cutting the womb from her still living eubstance, stitching her pump interior, 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 misunderstanding. She heard voices. Saw matter and had some dreadful dreaming. Things that almost broke her. The 9th circle is going to be a lot worse. I want you to take her home base with you. Care for her. keep open her safe. Don ` t let her out of your ken. When I ` m ready for her I ` ll let you know. ”

Franz shrugged. “ I will do as you say. But if the Master asks- “

“ You will say nothing ! ” Albert ` s eyes glittered with malice. “ Choose position Franz. Help me and you will be richly rewarded. The total ritual should guide around two weeks. ”

Franz nodded sadly and left the room.

Harriet packed a suitcase. She was torn between loyalty to her father and the fear of the terrors to come. She was fearful for him, being all alone in the sign, but knew that when the ritual started the revulsion that she had experienced before would revert, so was reluctantly felicitous to be elsewhere.

And Franz seemed nice. It was a fiddling creepy how he seemed to gaze at her chest and bottom, but he was pleasant and had promised to tell her stories of her beginner in his younger daytime which she very much wanted to hear.

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

2

The journey to Franz ` s home was a long one and mostly conducted in silence. She had tried small public lecture, but Franz had seemed distracted and removed, and so after a patch, she had contented herself with staring out of the window.

She was worried 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 nous being kept out of the iteration, as Witchcraft and diabolism held little sake for her, but she really wished that he would rest more.

The car swooped into Franz ` s driving force, and they were greeted by the housekeeper who introduced herself as Mrs Gordon. She was a unit of ammunition, jolly charwoman with voluminous breasts and a gregarious nature, who also apparently, doubled as Franz ` s cook.

She ushered Harriet into the house, promising to let Harriet’s bag taken to her way before bustling away to fix lunch.

Franz strode purposefully into the household and put his oral fissure close to Harriet’s ear.

“ Listen to me and take heed well, I will not repeat myself. You will go immediately to your way. Once there you will undress completely and hang your clothes on the lure behind the door. Naked, you will stick out facing the threshold with your hands at your sides. You will not move. I will attend you shortly. ”

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

Harriet was shown to her room by a maid who moved ghostlike and silent through the house. Her room was sparse, consisting of a double bed, press, and a bandaging table. A uncut dressing mirror stood on the flooring and a dirt encrusted lamp shade hung above the bed.

“ You must do as he says miss. ” Whispered the girl. “ Franz has a dreadful irritation. He will whip you if you disobey him. ”

“ Has he- you know, hurt you ? ”

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

3

Harriet stood naked before the mirror. She ran her hands gently over her large, sullen breasts. They had been a unceasing germ of embarrassment to her since they had begun to grow at age twelve and had been the study of many a bawdy commentary from the other pupils and many a furtive glimpse from adults old enough to know better. It felt at prison term that she was constantly fighting off endeavor to grope her and she was secretly proud of when her father had begun to school day her at home.

She turned slightly to the side, admiring the curve of her pelvis, and the constriction of her bottomland. Although naturally pocket-sized, she knew that she had all the right wing curves in all the right places but had yet to experience a man ` s helping hand. She had a flavour that that was about to vary, but come what may, she knew that she absolutely had to continue her virginity. Her father had told her this from a very early on age, and she had no intentions of letting him down.

She took her position in figurehead of the threshold and waited nervously for Franz.

Franz entered the elbow room a few moments later and stared appreciatively at his latest acquirement. He was pleased that she had obeyed him and removed her clothes. But then he knew that she was a very obedient miss. 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 mother. I hadn ` t realised you had grown into such a perfect young woman. ”

He ran a bony finger's breadth down the slope of her titty and casually flicked the pap.

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

Franz moved behind her and ran a finger down the distance of her spine. “ I ` m not your friend Harriet. I ` m your corruptor. We shall have a lot of fun you and I. In very much the Lapp way that I did with your mother. ”

Harriet turned her head, shocked. “ You knew my mother- like in that way ?

“ Very much so. We enjoyed many rites together. She was vivacious. The most uninhibited woman I have ever met. ”

Harriet faced the room access 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 repressed daughter. ”

Harriet stiffened once more. This was not the offset time she had been called names with compliments to her virgin status. The boys at school had been particularly cruel.

“ I ` m none of those things Franz. I ` m this way because I choose to be. My virginity is for the man I love. The man I will marry. And it ` s of import to my father. ”

Yes, but not for the reasons that you think, thought Franz. “ Very noble. ” He continued. “ Tell me Harriet. Do you masturbate ? ”

“ No. ” Said Harriet firmly.

“ Not even a small ? ”

“ No. ”

Franz traced a finger lightly along her slit. There was no stubble. Not the slightest touch of hair's-breadth. Harriet clenched her clenched fist, but her arms remained at her sides.

“ I will have your snatch Harriet. I will issue forth in your ass and your lip. And you will beg me to do so.

I have had your traveling bag and clothes destroyed. I shall go into town tomorrow and buy you some new ones. Clothes more in keeping with your new emplacement. bye-bye Harriet. ”

And with that, Franz collected her clothes from the backbone of the door and left the room.

4

Harriet had nix. Everything she had with her had been taken away, and she remained mesh in her way for the rest of the evening. There was a pocket-sized en retinue, attached to the room for her toilet, and the maid attended to her later, bringing her an extremely sheer, baby dame night-robe to wear to bed.

It was transparent, and ended just below her waist, with two large cups for her boob and the teat orbit cut out. She knew that this was for play rather than kip, but twirling before the mirror, she had to allow in that she looked pretty hot in it. Still, a minuscule division of her longed for the muppet pyjama she had packed in her suitcase.

The following morning time was sunny and warm, and she had a leisurely breakfast on the terrace, prepared for her by Mrs Gordon. Harriet was wrapped in a great beach towel over the tiniest of two-piece, a natural endowment from Franz before he left, with didactics that she should submit advantage of the brilliant 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 white and consisted of a minor patch of material which barely covered her scratch, with thin straps between her legs and around her waist. The bra was two straps that criss-crossed over her pap going over her shoulders and around her back.

“ You ` re right dear. Totally unsuitable. ” Replied Mrs Gordon, releasing the straps and allowing the bikini to come down away. “ Much ameliorate to sun naked. ”

“ Mrs Gordon ! What are you doing ! ” Cried Harriet desperately trying to overlay herself.

“ You have the most gorgeous body Harriet. Get out there and bear witness it off. ”

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

With lone herself and Mrs Gordon in the sign of the zodiac, Harriet felt okay with being naked.

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

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

The drinks were placed on a low plastic tabular array between the loungers, and Mrs Gordon took her place beside Harriet.

Harriet couldn ` t assist but stare. The woman had the largest tits she had ever seen. They hung pendulously from her chest and rested on her large venter. A wiry bandage of obscure hair nestled between her thigh. She lay back with a deep sigh of pleasure, her wooden leg open on either side of meat of the dallier, and both feet on the floor.

After a spell Harriet heard her give a gentle moan.

Lifting herself onto her elbows, Harriet looked across at the older woman.

Mrs Gordon was on her back rubbing her knocker and pulling hard on her elongated tit. She moaned softly again, and Harriet watched as her hand travelled south and disappeared into the wiry coppice hidden between her legs.

Harriet could hardly breathe. She watched as Mrs Gordon raised her articulatio genus, and allowed her legs to fall down widely apart. The paw continued to knead down there, hidden now from Harriet’s view.

They suddenly locked eyes.

“ Do you like to look out dear ? ” she said thickly. “ I like to be watched. Come closer now. Watch what I do. ”

At Mrs Gordons direction, Harriet knelt at the end of the mope between her cattle ranch thighs. She now had a perfect persuasion of Mrs Gordons furiously rubbing fingers.

“ Can you see my hole Harriet ? My wet open hole ? ”

Harriet could indeed.

“ You really must see to do this for yourself. You ` ve no idea how often fun frigging is. ”

Harriet watched intently. She had never seen another woman’s pussy this finale before, and it looked considerably larger than her own. The open hole was immediately filled as Mrs Gordon thrust three fingers into her sopping wet puss, driving them cryptical inside.

Her fingers were a fuzz as she scrubbed her hard-little button, and poking wet fingerbreadth in and out of her wellspring used hole.

“ I ` m coming kick ! ” 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 rippling of her cunt as it sucked at her wildly thrusting fingers.

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

5

It was mid-afternoon when Harriet was startled awake by a boastfully tail dropping across her.

“ My God Franz you ` re- “

“ Naked, yes. ” He replied.

Harriet immediately tried to insure up, and Franz laughed.

“ I ` ve been watching you for some clip you hot little lady of pleasure. 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 offset erect dick that Harriet had ever seen, and it speared out of his bony groin like a colossus, its rigidity curving away from his thin and stringy body.

Harriet swallowed hard. The huge knob at the end was the sizing 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 blank space to be intimate. The cock didn ` t aid. She was nothing to it.

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

Harriet noticed Mrs Gordon taking an amused pursuit in Franz.

“ Franz you should really accept some emollient on that hammer. It will burn up otherwise. ”

Franz laughed. “ You ` re absolutely decently Mrs Gordon. See to it will you. ”

Harriet watched as Mrs Gordon straddled Franz ` s consistence, gently lowering herself onto the stiff pounding organ.

“ Harriet come closer. ” Said Franz. “ You should see this. ”

Harriet did as she was told and watched in captivation as Franz ` s tool began to go away into Mrs Gordons hairy cave. Mrs Gordon lowered herself gently down until their consistence met and Franz ` s prick was completely inside her.

“ Shall I rub it in a little for you Franz. ” Breathed Mrs Gordon as she began to move.

“ Splendid. ” Replied Franz as he feigned indifference, flicking through his magazine.

She began to ride him.

Harriet watched fascinated as Franz ` s slipperiness, press gruelling cock, repeatedly disappeared into Mrs Gordon ` s fat heaving belly. She rode him expertly, rotating her hip joint, butting his prick into every open of her sopping wet cunt.

Harriet was vaguely aware of Franz rubbing her tit and pulling on an elongated tit, but she couldn ` t look 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 mammoth tits.

Harriet moved to the bottom of the recliner to see Franz ` s cock pull free of her jam and encounter a gush 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 twat 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 rooster, but couldn ` t manage.

“ Harriet please if you wouldn ` t mind. ”

Harriet reluctantly took the pedestal of the cock, and aimed it at the opened cakehole. At the first touch of Franz ` s silky knob, Mrs Gordon thrust herself fully upon it, driving it deeply inside her, her legs stretched out and unbending. She moved twice more upon it and came again, her full body palpitation as she worked through her second orgasm.

Franz still hadn ` t come.

“ Mrs Gordon. ” Said Franz. “ Will you please show Harriet how to breastfeed cock ? I think it ` s sentence we enhanced her education. ”

Mrs Gordon grinned, and took Franz ` s peter, still wet with her juices, into her rima oris. She licked around the thickening, and pushed her head down upon it, taking the head and a great deal of the beam of light into her mouth, and it seemed to Harriet, her throat.

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

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

“ And now Harriet. ” Said Franz thickly. He was breathing grave now, the cartridge holder plaster bandage aside.

Harriet copied Mrs Gordon and mounted Franz, her kitty mere inches from his mouth, and her boldness in his groin. She had heard stories of men who liked to lick a girl ` s pussy. Would he do it to her ? She hoped so.

With Mrs Gordon encouraging her, she licked and sucked at Franz ` s tool. She found it a little salty, but nothing like as unpleasant as she ` d always imagined it would be. In fact, it was fun.

Harriet felt weaponry around her waist pulling her down. Her legs bed cover either slope of the dillydallier, and her pussy came into contact with Franz ` s backtalk. He licked and sucked at the sarcoid folds, driving deep inside, and flicking her hard-little clit with the tip of his tongue.

Harriet was beside herself. Never in her life had she ever felt anything so amazing, so absolutely overwhelming. She bore down with renewed muscularity on his putz, and felt it throb and jerk in response.

Mrs Gordon informed her that Franz was about to derive, and her mouth was about to be filled with his hot sticky seed. She was to immerse it all. Not a driblet was to escape.

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

She ground her pussy into Franz ` s mouth as she felt her own orgasm human body, and then she was coming. She ground, and cried, and sobbed, around the spurting tool in her oral fissure, as he sent wad after wad of hot potent spunk, gushing onto her tongue. She desperately swallowed as still more dabbled across her teeth, coating the roof of her backtalk, and sliding in muggy strings down her throat. She was lost. It was over.

6

Harriet once again stood naked in her bedroom awaiting Franz. It had been a little over twenty-four hr since she had sucked Franz ` s cock, and the memory was still very wise in her mind. She hadn ` t minded the gustatory modality of his kindling that a lot. It was down-to-earth, and salty, but not at all unpleasant.

The promised vesture had not yet arrived, so Harriet still had naught to wear except the flimsy baby doll nightie. Even her Bikini had disappeared.

She heard the sound of a key in the lock, and Franz entered. He was naked and already erect. Harriet ` s breathing space caught in her throat. So, there was to be Thomas More sex. Franz moved slowly around her, examining her body in smashing detail.

“ Your pussy seems fuller. More clearly defined. The lips fatter. You ` re breasts appear gravid. You ` re mamilla a little swollen. It would appear that our little playing period yesterday has kickstarted your libido. Do you feel different Harriet ? ”

“ Well, a short I guess. ” Said Harriet truthfully. “ I ` ve had some weird dreams. ”

“ Sexual ones ? ”

“ Yes. ”

“ excellent. ”

As Franz moved behind her. She felt the hot bulbous knob of his cock touch the fling of her ass before sliding gently up the small of her backbone as he pressed himself against her. He reached around and cupped her breasts, feeling their with child fullness, the precious coral nipples hardening beneath his expert touch.

“ You ` re shaking, how delightful. ”

Harriet was indeed trembling. She wanted so very much to hate what he was doing to her, but his manus caressing her tits felt awe-inspiring. He plucked at her intumesce nipples and she gasped as she felt a jolt of joy wash through her body.

“ You enjoyed that didn ` t you Harriet ? ” He whispered. “ Perhaps you would like me to touch you somewhere else ? ”

Harriet watched in horror as an index finger made its way from her breastbone and down over the flat of her venter, heading towards her pussy. Harriet squirmed against him desperate to escape the hand that was approaching the fat backtalk of her tightly closed twat. In doing so, she inadvertently rubbed herself against the tenacious gibe of his pecker which pushed tightly into the pass of her ass and was made prisoner there by her fat brass. Harriet froze. There was no escape cock. There was nothing she could do to prevent Franz ` s long finger's breadth from sliding delicately along the duration of her slit, before pushing gently inside.

“ surface up for me Harriet. Let me feel your virgin cunt. ”

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

“ Harriet. ” He hissed in her ear. “ There are two ways we can do this. The pleasurable way or the atrocious way. Either way I ` m going to sustain my finger's breadth in your cunt. It ` s up to you. ”

Reluctantly, Harriet shuffled her foundation apart, encouraged by Franz kicking at her ankles, until her feet were as far apart as she could comfortably finagle. She could finger the sinew on the inside of her thigh stretching to accommodate her new position. She was fully unresolved to him now, and she felt his finger crotchet inside her, gently rotating in the moisture that had gathered there.

“ good lady friend Harriet. ” He whispered. “ You ` re doing really well. ” He lowered his tool and pushed it between her thigh, and Harriet saw the atrocious knob emerge between her pegleg, along with a portion of the prick. A expectant drop-off of moisture was welling from the slit in the cockhead, and Franz scooped it onto his finger and chafe it into Harriet’s clit.

Harriet gasped. Her breathing spell were coming quicker now as he molested her, his former hand grasped her tit, kneading and pulling at her nipple. She was on receptive overload. She found herself rubbing her snatch back and Forth along the wooden-headed length thrust between her legs, her natural secretions coating the immense shaft as she moved upon it.

“ I want to fall Franz. Please make me come. I need it. ”

“ And I need my cock inside you. ” Replied Franz.

“ Then do it. ” She groaned. “ Fuck it inside me. Do it now before I change my mind. ”

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

seizing and crushing her titmouse, he thrust forward.

Harriet screamed. “ No ! Franz wait- “ She screamed again as he thrust deeper, rotating his rose hip as he widened the channel. Finally, Harriet sobbed. “ Oh Franz. What have you done ? ”

Franz was fully inside her now, scarcely believing how hot and soused she was. He had had many cleaning woman over the long time but never one as deliciously tight as Harriet. He pulled completely out, before driving in again, full length, into her quivering case, feeling his heavy orb slap against her upturned cunt. He knew he wouldn ` t endure. He began pumping her in earnest.

Harriet felt like she had had a baseball bat thrust into her. A white flash of nuisance had exploded behind her eyes as he tore into her. Forcing apart the wall of her slit for the very first time. Her screams had been very real, but now she gritted her tooth determined not to cry out. This was what her pussy 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 orotund, heaving prick, determined to get something from her first fuck.

The pain was diminishing to a dull ache, and Franz ` s busy fingers were bringing the pleasure back. She was humping back at him now, meeting his jabbing with push of her own, driving herself towards the orgasm she could feel approaching.

“ Fuck me Franz ! ” She cried. “ fuck my fucking cunt ! ”

hearing those words from her pure and innocent mouth tipped Franz over the bound. With a loud moan, he began shooting inside her, his gushing sperm cell soothing the bruised and lacerated wall of her pussy.

Harriet was coming too, harder than she had ever come in her life. Her wooden leg went from under her and she collapsed on the rug, the spurting putz pulling free and decorating her ass and thighs with hot creamy kindling. Feeling the sudden vacancy, Harriet pushed her fingers into the hole and rapidly wanked her clit, desperate to get the stopping point vestiges of pleasance from her rapidly diminishing orgasm.

7

Harriet lay naked on the bed. She couldn ` t conceive what had just happened. Franz had left after he had come and told her to clean up. There had been very trivial pedigree, but her snatch ached like crazy.

She was ashamed of herself. All of her good intentions had counted for nothing when faced with her commencement dick. She hadn ` t put up any electrical resistance and had actually encouraged Franz to fuck her.

She knew that her father would be bitterly defeated. She had let him down badly but had resolved not to assure him. She was pretty sure that Franz would never secern, so how could he ever know ?

She could hear footsteps in the Radclyffe Hall and knew that Franz was returning. He was going to jazz her in the ass next. She knew that it was going to bruise but felt strangely benumbed. She had started on this path to intimate enlightenment and was determined to see it through regardless of the cost. Perhaps tomorrow Franz would fuck her kitty some more. She hoped so.

8

Franz stood in Albert ` s cellar along with several members of his coven. Albert looked a darkness of his one-time self. Always gaunt, he now looked positively wasted. His lambskin like skin stretched over his thin, malnourished framing, but his eyes still glittered with manic excitement. Franz almost felt sorry for his ally. He had had Harriet to himself for almost two weeks now and had fucked her on a daily ground. She loved sex. When he was tired he had given her to the phallus of his coven, who had enhanced her education still further. Harriet didn ` t pain in the ass with wearing apparel around the house anymore. She was there now. She didn ` t know that Franz was with her father.

“ I ` m sorry it took so recollective Franz, I had a few effect. But I ` m ready for her now, as you can see. ”

Franz looked around the basement. The shadows seemed more agitated than ever. There was a sonority, an vim that wasn ` t there before. A real good sense of urgency. The shadows danced in welcome around Franz ` s feet and across the ceiling. The alter had been laid out. There were burning taper and ripe pentangle inlaid with obscure symbolization, some that Franz recognised others that he did not.

“ Get her down here man. ” Continued Albert. “ There ` s no time to fall back. She needs to be fucked within the side by side thirty minute or it all goes to make. Does she acknowledge what ` s about to bump ? ”

Franz smiled sadly and nodded to his accomplices. Two men seized Albert and pushed him into a high-backed wooden chair. unassailable ties secured his arms and legs to the chair, and the accomplice stood either side of Albert making for sure that the electric chair didn ` t topple over.

Albert struggled feebly. His weakened state no peer for the two men. “ Franz what the ass are you doing ! Get me the fuck off here ! I have to complete the rite ! ”

“ She ` s not here Albert. ” Franz said softly. Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel 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 tint you while you were performing the rite. You had too much aegis. So, he addressed the problem from another Angle. He went after Harriet instead. ”

Albert gave a sob and his brain dropped to his chest.

“ He had me fuck her Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel. He wanted her corrupted in every way. He wanted her turned into a rooster weirdo whore. And to be fair, I ` ve pretty much done it. ”

Albert knew that he was finished. Without Harriet and her precious virginity, he couldn ` t now complete the rite. He glanced nervously at the shadows adorning his walls and ceilings. They would pull him apart for this. His demons, his patriotic follower, would have their revenge.

“ Oh, and Prince Albert, before I go and leave you to your fate, there is one more thing. ”

Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel didn ` t want to see anymore. He just wanted to die now.

“ Harriet is not your daughter. Your wife and I were having an function for many year. After Harriet was born we had a DNA test. She ` s mine Albert. I even chose her name. I ` ve always liked the gens Harriet. ”

“ Then why Franz. ” Cried Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel in his grief. “ Why did you have to fuck her ? If she ` s not of my blood the religious rite would have failed anyway. ”

“ Correct. But the maestro wanted her bribe. The one thing, the one someone you truly loved, taken from you. But if it ` s any consolation, she ` s perfectly happy. In fact, she loves her new life. ”

“ But your own girl ! Your own screwing daughter ! ”

Franz waved a hired hand dismissively. “ She doesn ` t screw. And anyway, she ` s aught to me. A snatch. A hole. Tits. I ` ll keep her for the shtup awhile, then set her up in a dainty footling flat. I ` m not a goliath Albert. ”

Prince Albert nodded as if accepting this. “ How will you secernate her I died ? ”

“ In a fire. After your friends have finished with you, the firm will be torched. The captain has a very special station for you Albert. You will abide more pain and repugnance than any soul has faced since the aurora of creation. ”

“ Then do me one go thing Franz. William Tell her I love her. ”

“ No. ” Said Franz as he swept from the room.

THE END