The Nine Circles

1

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

Albert sat among the paraphernalia of his craft. Heavy, ancient tomes adorned bookshelf’s while rophy drawn in chalk covered the bare concrete floor and walls. Intricate conception, and carefully drawn symbols were added, and a whiteboard with detailed command written in pitch-black, dominated the nerve center of the room.

The door at the top of the specialize stairway creaked heart-to-heart and bright light spilled into the basement.

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

“ Yes, give thanks you Harriet. ” Replied Prince Albert, marvelling at the beautiful reduce apparition of his only tike standing in the threshold. At only twenty years old she was stunningly beautiful, with her long naturally blond hairsbreadth in a pony tail, encompassing womanly hips, and a tight shank. Her knocker were full and heavy, and yet her side carried an naturalness and naivety that almost defied belief.

She was gentle, kind, and thoughtful, and Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel absolutely adored her. Keeping her virginity intact had been increasingly difficult and had resulted in Prince Albert taking her out of school and moving to a less live town where he could conceal her away. She had no champion here, and yet seemed cognitive content, happy to help with the venial rituals, and knowing when to become scarce when things got a piddling heavy.

She had a certain childlike artlessness, and Albert was happy to hold her that way. Her pureness and innocence were to be vitally authoritative 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 Rupert Murdoch made his way unsteadily down the staircase holding the loose bannister for accompaniment. He was a few class younger than Albert, but still well into his sixties. He was skeletal slight with greying fuzz and had an aura of quiet sophistication, which impressed Albert.

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

“ It has indeed Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel. It ` s near to see you looking so well. ”

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

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

“ I did indeed. And I have to concede, I could hardly believe my eyes. What on earth are you doing Albert ? You are aware that the Master knows of you ? ”

“ The overlord doesn ` t know the half of it Franz. ” Replied Albert. “ Please take a seat. ”

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

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

Franz shook his fountainhead in wonder. He had been a Satanist all his adult biography and had never known anyone get beyond the 5th circle. “ And that nearly killed you Albert. Now you ` re about to attempt the ninth and net. This is lunacy. The lord will not allow this. ”

“ I have some very powerful Allies. fiend are flocking to me in secret. They have had enough of the master. They will protect me long enough for me to complete the ritual and break the stamp and then assume on Satan himself. With their bread and butter I will use up the throne. ”

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

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

Franz looked. He stared hard into the deeper recess of the cellar. The shadows seemed darker there. Undulating, moving of their own treaty. The shadower seemed almost alive.

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

Albert grinned. “ A few. There are many, many More. I am never alone. ”

“ And the culmination of this rite is the rape and forfeit of your 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 body, stitching her heart inside, and throwing it into the fire.

“ There ` s something I need you to do for me Franz. When I entered the eighth rope, I allowed Harriet to remain in the house. That was a misunderstanding. She heard voices. Saw matter and had some frightful dreaming. affair that almost broke her. The ninth circle is going to be a good deal worse. I want you to call for her home with you. like for her. Keep her prophylactic. Don ` t let her out of your sight. 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 nada ! ” Albert ` s middle glittered with spite. “ Choose sides Franz. help me and you will be richly rewarded. The entire ritual should make around two weeks. ”

Franz nodded sadly and left the room.

Harriet packed a traveling bag. She was torn between allegiance to her father and the fearfulness of the scourge to come. She was fearful for him, being all alone in the planetary house, but knew that when the rite started the horrors that she had experienced before would turn back, so was reluctantly happy to be elsewhere.

And Franz seemed nice. It was a slight creepy how he seemed to stare at her boob and bottomland, but he was pleasant and had promised to tell her stories of her male parent in his younger Clarence Shepard Day Jr. which she very much wanted to hear.

She shared a dolourous adios with her Father-God, and then Franz and Harriet left the house.

2

The journey to Franz ` s nursing home was a prospicient one and mostly conducted in silence. She had tried humble talking, but Franz had seemed distracted and distant, and so after a while, she had contented herself with staring out of the window.

She was upset about her founding father. He ` d been working terribly hard recently striving for something he was keeping very close to his chest. She really didn ` t mind being kept out of the eyelet, as witchery and demonism held fiddling interest for her, but she really wished that he would rest more.

The car swooped into Franz ` s crusade, and they were greeted by the housekeeper who introduced herself as Mrs Gordon. She was a stave, 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 possess Harriet’s bag taken to her elbow room before bustling away to fix lunch.

Franz strode purposefully into the house and put his sassing close to Harriet’s ear.

“ Listen to me and mind well, I will not repeat myself. You will go immediately to your room. Once there you will disinvest completely and hang your clothes on the hook behind the door. Naked, you will stand 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, closet, and a dressing table. A uncut dressing mirror stood on the level and a grease encrusted lampshade hung above the bed.

“ You must do as he says miss. ” Whispered the girl. “ Franz has a frightening 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 naked before the mirror. She ran her hands gently over her bombastic, heavy white meat. They had been a never-ending author of overplus to her since they had begun to develop at age twelve and had been the subject of many a off-color comment from the other schoolchild and many a backstair glance from grownup old enough to eff better. It felt at times that she was constantly fighting off endeavor to grope her and she was secretly delight when her Padre had begun to schooltime her at home.

She turned slightly to the English, admiring the curve of her rosehip, and the niggardliness of her bottom. Although naturally modest, she knew that she had all the right breaking ball in all the right lieu but had yet to feel a man ` s hand. She had a opinion that that was about to change, but come what may, she knew that she absolutely had to preserve her virginity. Her founder had told her this from a very other age, and she had no intent of letting him down.

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

Franz entered the elbow room a few second later and stared appreciatively at his recent acquisition. 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 interrogation 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 thoroughgoing Brigham Young woman. ”

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

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 length of her spine. “ I ` m not your supporter Harriet. I ` m your corruptor. We shall experience a lot of fun you and I. In 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 char I have ever met. ”

Harriet faced the door 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 highly strung and repressed daughter. ”

Harriet stiffened once more. This was not the first time she had been called epithet with regard to her virgin status. The boy at schoolhouse 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 get married. And it ` s important to my father. ”

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

“ No. ” Said Harriet firmly.

“ Not even a little ? ”

“ No. ”

Franz traced a fingerbreadth lightly along her slit. There was no stubble. Not the svelte touch of hair. Harriet clenched her fist, but her blazonry remained at her sides.

“ I will feature your puss Harriet. I will occur in your ass and your mouth. And you will beg me to do so.

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

And with that, Franz collected her wearing apparel from the back of the door and left the room.

4

Harriet had nothing. Everything she had with her had been taken away, and she remained locked in her room for the rest of the evening. There was a small en suite, attached to the room for her toilette, and the maid attended to her later, bringing her an extremely sheer, sister doll nightdress to hold out to bed.

It was gauzy, and ended just below her waist, with two large cups for her breasts and the nipple sphere cut out. She knew that this was for gambol rather than log Z's, but twirling before the mirror, she had to take on that she looked pretty hot in it. Still, a small part of her longed for the muppet pj's she had packed in her suitcase.

The take after morning was sunny and affectionate, 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 bikini, a gift from Franz before he left, with instructions that she should train 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 organic structure and examined the bikini. It was white and consisted of a humble plot of land of material which barely covered her slit, with thin straps between her legs and around her waist. The bra was two strap that criss-crossed over her nipples going over her shoulder and around her back.

“ You ` re right dearest. Totally unsuitable. ” Replied Mrs Gordon, releasing the shoulder strap and allowing the bikini to lessen away. “ Much well 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 usher it off. ”

Harriet felt much better without the bikini true statement be told and had no problem with nudity. The bikini had an overt sex about it which Harriet felt uncomfortable with and being naked stand for 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 poor time, before a raw 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 table between the mope, and Mrs Gordon took her office beside Harriet.

Harriet couldn ` t help but stare. The charwoman had the largest tits she had ever seen. They hung pendulously from her pectus and rested on her large tum. A wiry spot of dour hair nestled between her thighs. She lay back with a trench sigh of pleasance, her legs open on either side of the lounger, and both feet on the floor.

After a patch Harriet heard her give a entitle moan.

Lifting herself onto her human elbow, Harriet looked across at the one-time woman.

Mrs Gordon was on her back rubbing her tits and pulling operose on her elongate nipples. She moaned softly again, and Harriet watched as her bridge player travelled South and disappeared into the wiry brush hidden between her legs.

Harriet could hardly catch one's breath. She watched as Mrs Gordon raised her knee, and allowed her legs to fall widely apart. The hand 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. look out what I do. ”

At Mrs Gordons direction, Harriet knelt at the end of the recliner between her ranch thighs. She now had a perfective tense view of Mrs Gordons furiously rubbing fingers.

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

Harriet could indeed.

“ You really must teach to do this for yourself. You ` ve no approximation how much fun frigging is. ”

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

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

“ I ` m coming bitch ! ” She suddenly cried. “ I ` m coming right fucking now ! ”

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

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

5

It was mid-afternoon when Harriet was startled awake by a bombastic shadow dropping across her.

“ My God Franz you ` re- “

“ Naked, yes. ” He replied.

Harriet immediately tried to brood up, and Franz laughed.

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

Franz took a lounger and pulled it into the outer space between Harriet and Mrs Gordon, His huge erect organ swaying before him. It was the start erect prick that Harriet had ever seen, and it speared out of his bony breakwater like a monster, its inflexibility curving away from his thin and stringy body.

Harriet swallowed hard. The huge node at the end was the sizing of a expectant plum, and its sightless eye stared at her. Reaching for her, identifying her for what she was. She was a mess, a arm, a strong wet place to love. The cock didn ` t care. She was nix 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 interest in Franz.

“ Franz you should really have some ointment on that cock. It will burn otherwise. ”

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

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

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

Harriet did as she was told and watched in fascination as Franz ` s cock 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 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 rag him.

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

Harriet was vaguely cognisant of Franz rubbing her tit and pulling on an prolonged 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 powder magazine disappearing beneath her mammoth tits.

Harriet moved to the hind end of the dallier to see Franz ` s cock pull free of her hole and receive a blowup of hot slit juice which spattered wetly against his fat red boss, and run half way down the shaft.

Mrs Gordon moaned and trembled, her assailable twat rhythmically expanding and contracting, as the orgasm tore through her well-travelled kettle of fish.

“ Franz put it back in right now, I need it. ” She moaned softly.

Franz tried to progress to his swaying putz, but couldn ` t manage.

“ Harriet delight if you wouldn ` t mind. ”

Harriet reluctantly took the radical of the stopcock, and aimed it at the open muddle. At the first feeling of Franz ` s silken pommel, 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 entire soundbox trembling as she worked through her indorsement orgasm.

Franz still hadn ` t come.

“ Mrs Gordon. ” Said Franz. “ Will you please prove Harriet how to wet-nurse cock ? I think it ` s metre we enhanced her education. ”

Mrs Gordon grinned, and took Franz ` s cock, still wet with her succus, into her mouth. She licked around the knob, and pushed her capitulum down upon it, taking the heading and often of the putz into her sassing, and it seemed to Harriet, her throat.

Franz gave a glad suspiration and closed his eye, as Mrs Gordon worked upon him.

Harriet was overwhelmed. She had hardly believed such things were possible. Did people really do these matter ? 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 toilsome now, the magazine dramatis personae aside.

Harriet copied Mrs Gordon and mounted Franz, her pussy mere inches from his mouth, and her typeface in his inguen. She had heard level of men who liked to lap up a young lady ` s pussy. Would he do it to her ? She hoped so.

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

Harriet felt arm around her waist pulling her down. Her legs bed cover either side of the reclining chair, and her snatch came into contact with Franz ` s mouth. He licked and sucked at the heavy faithful, driving oceanic abyss interior, and flicking her hard-little clit with the tip of his tongue.

Harriet was beside herself. Never in her spirit had she ever felt anything so vex, so utterly overwhelming. She bore down with renewed vigour on his cock, and felt it throb and jerk in response.

Mrs Gordon informed her that Franz was about to hail, and her mouth was about to be filled with his hot sticky semen. She was to swallow it all. Not a pearl was to escape.

Harriet moved her point faster, desperate to find the hot weighed down pulse as he spurted into her mouth.

She ground her pussy into Franz ` s mouth as she felt her own orgasm soma, and then she was coming. She ground, and cried, and sobbed, around the spurting peter in her backtalk, as he sent wad after wad of hot manly touchwood, gushing onto her glossa. She desperately swallowed as still more splattered across her dentition, coating the roof of her mouth, and sliding in sticky twine 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 time of day since she had sucked Franz ` s hammer, and the memory was still very fresh in her mind. She hadn ` t minded the taste of his nerve that much. It was earthy, and salty, but not at all unpleasant.

The predict clothing had not yet arrived, so Harriet still had nothing to wear except the flimsy baby doll nightie. Even her bikini had disappeared.

She heard the strait of a key in the lock chamber, and Franz entered. He was raw and already rear. Harriet ` s breather caught in her throat. So, there was to be to a greater extent sex. Franz moved slowly around her, examining her organic structure in great detail.

“ Your pussy seems fuller. More clearly defined. The lips fatter. You ` re bosom appear larger. You ` re nipples a picayune swollen. It would seem that our small gaming yesterday has kickstarted your libido. Do you feel different Harriet ? ”

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

“ Sexual ones ? ”

“ Yes. ”

“ excellent. ”

As Franz moved behind her. She felt the hot protuberant knob of his cock touch the offer of her ass before sliding gently up the small of her rear as he pressed himself against her. He reached around and cupped her boob, feeling their heavy fullness, the red coral tit hardening beneath his expert touch.

“ You ` re palpitation, how delightful. ”

Harriet was indeed trembling. She wanted so practically to detest what he was doing to her, but his helping hand caressing her breast felt flummox. He plucked at her puff up tit and she gasped as she felt a saccade of pleasure race 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 power finger's breadth made its way from her breastbone and down over the flat of her stomach, heading towards her pussy. Harriet squirmed against him desperate to scarper the handwriting that was approaching the fat backtalk of her tightly closed cunt. In doing so, she inadvertently rubbed herself against the farseeing quill of his cock which pushed tightly into the crack of her ass and was made prisoner there by her fat impudence. Harriet froze. There was no escapism. There was zippo she could do to prevent Franz ` s long finger from sliding delicately along the length of her slit, before pushing gently inside.

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

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

“ Harriet. ” He hissed in her ear. “ There are two room we can do this. The pleasurable way or the painful way. Either way I ` m going to have my finger in your bitch. It ` s up to you. ”

Reluctantly, Harriet shuffled her foot apart, encouraged by Franz kicking at her ankles, until her pes were as far apart as she could comfortably manage. She could feel the tendons on the interior of her thigh stretching to conciliate her new view. She was fully open to him now, and she felt his finger hooking inside her, gently rotating in the moisture that had gathered there.

“ trade good young lady Harriet. ” He whispered. “ You ` re doing really well. ” He lowered his rooster and pushed it between her thighs, and Harriet saw the monstrous knob emerge between her pegleg, along with a fate of the shaft. A turgid drop of moisture was welling from the slit 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 hand grasped her tit, kneading and pulling at her pap. She was on centripetal overload. She found herself rubbing her twat back and forth 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. “ roll in the hay it inside me. Do it now before I change my mind. ”

Franz pushed Harriet forward until she was hang over, her hired man clutching the footboard of the bed.

Seizing and crushing her breast, he thrust forward.

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

Franz was fully inside her now, scarcely believing how hot and compressed she was. He had had many women over the old age but never one as deliciously tight as Harriet. He pulled completely out, before driving in again, full distance, into her quivering cocktail dress, feeling his heavy balls slap against her overturned bitch. He knew he wouldn ` t last. He began pumping her in earnest.

Harriet felt like she had had a baseball bat driving force into her. A white New York minute of hurting had exploded behind her eye as he tore into her. Forcing apart the rampart of her cunt for the very first gear clock time. Her howler had been very real, but now she gritted her teeth determined not to cry out. This was what her puss 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 dickhead, determined to get something from her first fuck.

The pain was diminishing to a dull ache, and Franz ` s busy finger were bringing the joy back. She was humping back at him now, meeting his thrusts with drive of her own, driving herself towards the coming she could palpate approaching.

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

Hearing those Son from her pure and clean-handed sassing tipped Franz over the boundary. With a flashy groan, he began shooting inside her, his gushing sperm soothing the bruised and lacerated walls of her pussy.

Harriet was coming too, harder than she had ever come in her lifetime. Her branch went from under her and she collapsed on the rug, the spurting cock pulling free and decorating her ass and second joint with hot creamy spunk. Feeling the sudden void, Harriet pushed her finger into the kettle of fish and rapidly wanked her button, desperate to get the stopping point vestiges 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, but her pussy ached like crazy.

She was ashamed of herself. All of her soundly intentions had counted for nothing when faced with her first cock. She hadn ` t put up any resistance and had actually encouraged Franz to get it on her.

She knew that her father would be bitterly disappointed. She had let him down badly but had resolved not to tell him. She was pretty indisputable that Franz would never severalise, so how could he ever bed ?

She could hear footstep in the hall and knew that Franz was returning. He was going to bonk her in the ass next. She knew that it was going to pain but felt strangely numb. She had started on this way of life to sexual enlightenment and was determined to see it through regardless of the monetary value. Perhaps tomorrow Franz would fuck her pussy some more. She hoped so.

8

Franz stood in Albert ` s cellar along with several members of his coven. Albert looked a shadow of his former self. Always gaunt, he now looked positively skeletal. His parchment like skin stretched over his dilute, malnourished frame, but his eye still glittered with frenzied excitement. Franz almost felt sorry for his friend. He had had Harriet to himself for almost two weeks now and had fucked her on a daily basis. She loved sex. When he was tired he had given her to the members of his coven, who had enhanced her Education still further. Harriet didn ` t botheration with apparel around the theatre anymore. She was there now. She didn ` t know that Franz was with her father.

“ I ` m sorry it took so long Franz, I had a few egress. 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 sonorousness, an energy that wasn ` t there before. A real sense of urgency. The tail danced in welcome around Franz ` s feet and across the ceiling. The alter had been laid out. There were burning candles and advanced pentagram inlaid with cloud symbols, some that Franz recognised others that he did not.

“ Get her down here man. ” Continued Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel. “ There ` s no metre to lose. She needs to be fucked within the next thirty min or it all goes to shit. Does she jazz what ` s about to happen ? ”

Franz smiled sadly and nodded to his accomplices. Two men seized Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel and pushed him into a high-backed wooden chair. Strong ties secured his subdivision and legs to the chair, and the confederate stood either incline of Prince Albert making sure that the chair didn ` t topple over.

Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel struggled feebly. His weakened DoS no match for the two men. “ Franz what the fuck are you doing ! Get me the fuck off here ! I have to nail the rite ! ”

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

Franz continued. “ The last metre I was here you asked me to choose sides, so I did. I chose Satan. But you were right. He couldn ` t affect you while you were performing the rite. You had too practically protection. So, he addressed the problem from another Angle. He went after Harriet instead. ”

Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel gave a sob and his brain dropped to his chest.

“ He had me bang her Albert. He wanted her corrupted in every way. He wanted her turned into a pecker crazy whore. And to be honest, I ` ve pretty practically done it. ”

Albert knew that he was finished. Without Harriet and her preciously virginity, he couldn ` t now complete the ritual. He glanced nervously at the shadows adorning his bulwark and ceilings. They would tear him apart for this. His monster, his truehearted followers, would have their revenge.

“ Oh, and Albert, before I go and leave you to your luck, there is one Sir Thomas More thing. ”

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

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

“ Then why Franz. ” Cried Albert in his grief. “ Why did you have to have intercourse her ? If she ` s not of my line of descent the rite would have failed anyway. ”

“ Correct. But the master wanted her misdirect. The one thing, the one person 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 girl ! Your own fucking daughter ! ”

Franz waved a hand dismissively. “ She doesn ` t know. And anyway, she ` s nothing to me. A cunt. A hollow. Tits. I ` ll save her for the ass awhile, then set her up in a nice little flat. I ` m not a giant Albert. ”

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

“ In a fervour. After your friends have finished with you, the business firm will be torched. The skipper has a very special place for you Prince Albert. You will meet more bother and horror than any soul has faced since the break of the day 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