With the ebbing of the white
light, Angela, Sharon, and Carolee searched the room
through a myriad of afterimages. They found no sign of Kath and Sam.
“They’re gone,”
Angela nodded. “But not
forgotten.”
Julie grinned broadly as she surveyed
her new domain.
Once she delivered the
failure Demona directly to Lord Satan himself (and
gave him six hours worth of quality oral gratification, just because), her
reward was Lust’s domain, and her mantle. Demona
herself was made into a meager imp, though a hermaphroditic one with mind
enough to pleasure her well and little else.
The further descended demoness swirled and cried out in…well, Rapture…as she
savored the fruits of her labor.
Still, she had to resolve the
balance of the universe. For the two lost demonesses,
two faded weresluts, and gender-restored woman, five
had to take their fates, for good. While she yet had no candidates in mind, her
cruel nature had already resolved to change and corrupt them oh so slowly.
As Demona
sank her face further into her mistress’ slit, the new Lust had a vision…
Within the living room of a
suburban townhouse, five naked young women sat at the five points of an
inverted pentagram, readying themselves to summon a demon for their own
purposes.
The leaders of the ceremony
were twins, Mina and Tina. Both possessed long brown hair (though Mina dyed
hers jet black) and numerous piercings and tattoos.
Additionally, both were avid practitioners of the dark arts, though they had
never attempted something of this magnitude before tonight. Mina desired
wealth, enough money to keep her in splendor for her remaining life. Tina’s
goal was power, power she secretly hoped would enable
her to escape Mina’s shadow.
Danielle was visibly nervous
about the whole affair, though if she could trade her dull brown hair and
overweight, unattractive body for a sexier package, she’d wade naked through
Hell in a heartbeat.
Roxanne had wanted nothing to
do with the ceremony, but the need for a fifth participant and a good measure
of bullying from the twins forced her involvement. She sat cross-legged in her
point, idly running her hands through her shoulder-length blond hair and wishing
the fiasco would end uneventfully.
Vivian didn’t really believe
in any magic stuff, yet agreed to sit in on the ceremony out of curiosity. She
really couldn’t think of anything to ask for (having rich parents and a hot
boyfriend who pampered her constantly supplied her with practically everything
she wanted), and twirled a strand of her over-styled red hair as she thought.
“The ceremony begins,” Mina
whispered, dropping into a series of frenzied motions as she recited the
summons…
Lust felt the call, and
though she could have one of her minions answer for her, she chose to venture
forth herself. She rose from her throne, roughly shoved Demona
down the endless stairs, and teleported herself within their “protective
circle.”
She found it hard to keep
from laughing at their safeguards as she entered the space. She knew of their
wishes, and had already decided what to do about them…
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