Dangerous Desires (7 page)

“Preparing for the ceremony,” she breathed mysteriously. “Go to the kitchen and lay on the table.”

“What?”

“Lay on your back with your limbs spread.”

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Leaving the room, Annabelle felt compelled to follow the girl’s instructions.
Ceremony
?

she thought, puzzled as she lay on her back on the kitchen table. Although she felt pressured by someone or something to take her position, she knew that she was still in control of her actions.

Spreading her limbs, her naked body laid open, she looked up at the ceiling and wondered what the girl was going to do. There was no danger, she was sure as Louise walked into the room and stood at the foot of the table. If things went too far, she could leap off the table and put a stop to the so-called ceremony.

“Move down the table and place your buttocks over the edge,” Louise ordered her.

“That’s it. Now open your thighs wide.” Following her instructions, her bottom over the edge of the table, her feet dangling, Annabelle parted her thighs wide. Pulling up a chair, Louise sat between her splayed legs and gazed at the yawning valley of her vulva. Again, Annabelle pondered on lesbian sex. Was this what she wanted? It was an experience, she mused as she felt Louise’s fingers parting the fleshy hillocks of her outer labia. No one would know of her lesbian encounter. No one would know of her sexual debauchery.

“And now the ceremony will begin,” Louise said, reaching over and opening the fridge door. Taking a tub, she popped the lid off and scooped out a handful of butter. Smearing the cold butter over Annabelle’s vulva, working between the rise of her pussy lips, she greased her hand before placing the tub on the table. “The ceremony will commence with the opening of her sex canal,” she breathed, sliding at least three well-greased fingers into Annabelle’s vaginal sheath.

Louise was trying to force her fist deep into the cavern of her pussy, Annabelle knew as she felt the girl’s knuckles pressing hard against her pubic bone. Grimacing, Annabelle lifted her 53

head to protest but found that she was unable to speak. Her body not responding as she decided to sit upright and stop the violation of her vagina, she realized that she was unable to move.

Panicking, her breathing heavy, her heart racing, she could do nothing to stop the girl as her fist sank slowly into her vaginal cavern and bloated her pelvic cavity.

“The power of the life essence is here,” Louise breathed, twisting her clenched fist deep within Annabelle’s inflated vagina. “You are the select. You are the instrument of Org.”

Frowning, her fear rising, Annabelle stared at the ceiling as the girl slipped two greased fingers deep into the hot duct of her rectum. She should never have dabbled with the unknown, she knew as Louise massaged the inner flesh of her inflamed sex holes. She’d have been better off putting up with Brian’s insane accusations and malicious lies. But it was no good looking back now.

A bolt of fear running through her naked body as two unseen hands grabbed her ankles and lifted her feet high in the air, she couldn’t cry out or scream. Her feet hovering above her head, the sexual centre of her young body laid open to whatever power lurked in the room, she gasped as Louise withdrew her fist from her bloated vagina and slipped her fingers out of her tight rectal tube. The room darkening as Louise moved to the head of the table, Annabelle felt that someone was standing at the foot of the table. She could see nothing, but felt cold between her legs as whatever it was moved closer to her. The fleshy lips of her vagina parted by icy fingers, she jolted as she what felt like a huge, cold penis drove deep into the well-greased sheath of her vaginal canal.

“No,” she managed to breathe as the invisible glans pressed hard against her creamy-wet cervix. Looking up at Louise, her grinning face framed by her long blonde hair, she knew that 54

the girl had been summoned by the force to be used as an instrument in the ceremony. But what was the ceremony? she wondered as her naked body began rocking with the unseen fucking. Was this a dream, a nightmare? she wondered. She could feel a cold hairy sac smacking the taut flesh of her rounded buttocks as the unseen penis repeatedly drove deep into her tightening vagina.

The swollen glans pummelling her cervix, her inner lips rolling back and forth along the cold shaft, she stared in disbelief as Louise clambered onto the table and placed her knees either side of her head.

Lowering the sex-dripping crack of her vagina over Annabelle’s flushed face, pressing her creamy-wet inner folds against her gasping mouth, Louise rocked her hips. Grinding the wet flesh of her open cunt hard against Annabelle’s face, her juices of arousal gushing from her tight vaginal sheath, she began gasping and whimpering in the grip of her sexual delirium. Annabelle could hear the trill of the phone ringing somewhere in the distance as the girl’s juices of desire flooded her mouth. This was a nightmare, she knew as teeth sank into the dark discs of her areolae, her sensitive nipples sucked into the icy cold-wetness of two mouths.

The firm cheeks of her naked buttocks parted by invisible fingers, Annabelle froze as another solid glans forced its way past her defeated anal sphincter muscles and glided along her rectal tract to the hot depths of her bowels. Her abused body shaking violently, she was unable to halt the violation of her inflamed sex sheaths as she felt the cold penises swell. This was a dream, it had to be, she reflected as Louise rubbed the solid nub of her pulsating clitoris hard against her mouth. The girl’s orgasmic cried resounding around her racked mind, Annabelle felt her sex ducts filling with icy-cold sperm as her young body rocked with the ghostly double fucking.

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“My cunt,” Louise cried, her orgasmic juices streaming from the gaping entrance to her hot sex sheath and flooding Annabelle’s mouth. “Push your tongue up my dirty little cunt.”

Coughing and spluttering on the girl’s copious juices of lust, Annabelle pushed her tongue deep into the burning shaft of her pussy and licked her inner sex-flesh. Again believing this to be a dream, a nightmare, Annabelle hoped that she’d wake to find herself alone in her bed. This couldn’t be happening, she was sure as cold sperm sprayed from her bloated sex holes. There were no such things as ghosts. Were there?

“What am I doing?” Louise asked, clambering off the table.

“God,” Annabelle breathed, lifting her trembling body up as the invisible penises left her sex holes. “What the hell ...”

“What happened?” Louise murmured, looking around the room. “Why are we naked?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No, I ... We were in the lounge and ...”

“And I did something stupid,” Annabelle cut in, slipping off the table. “The ritual stuff is going, I can tell you that.”

“Ritual stuff? I don’t know what you ... Why am I so wet?”

“Get dressed and go home, Louise. Your clothes are in the lounge. Dress yourself and get out of here.”

“All right. But I still don’t understand why ...”

“Just go, for Christ’s sake. Go before it’s too late.”

Watching the girl leave the room, Annabelle slipped her hand between her thighs and scooped up the sperm from her inflamed sex valley. The opaque fluid was proof enough that 56

she’d not been dreaming, she mused, watching the creamy liquid hanging in long threads from her slender fingers before dripping onto the floor. Again thinking that this was like something from a Steven King film, she couldn’t believe that unseen penises had forced their way into her tight sex holes and filled her with sperm. It just wasn’t possible, but ... Cold sperm running down her inner thighs, this was reality.

Thanking God that Louise had no recollection of the obscenities, she waited until she heard the front door close before venturing into the lounge. Whatever unseen force or entity had been summoned by the ritual, Annabelle knew that she had to stop before she lost all control. Her vaginal sheath aching from the crude fisting as she bent down to grab the candles and ivory symbols, she felt the icy draught whipping around her naked body again. Something was still there, lurking unseen. Shivering, she managed to gather the symbols and toss them onto the sofa before the entity had a chance to use her naked body again.

Knocking the candles aside and rolling up the black cloth, she decided to dump the items in the box and get Dave to take them away. Brian’s harassment was nothing in comparison to unseen entities using and abusing her naked body. Walking into the kitchen as the phone rang, she hoped that it was Dave ringing. She’d tell him to collect the box of evil as soon as he could, she decided, grabbing the receiver.

“Hi,” Carole said. “I thought I’d let you know the latest on Brian.”

“He’s lost his job?” Annabelle asked.

“Yes, how did you know?”

“Oh, I ... Someone mentioned it. I can’t remember who it was.”

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“You can’t remember? It only happened this morning. Anyway, he had a massive row with his boss and that was that.”

“Now he’s got no car or job,” Annabelle giggled. “Funny how things turn out, isn’t it?”

“Perhaps he’ll leave you in peace now that he’s got something else to think about. So, how are things with you? Done anything exciting?”

“Er ... No, not really.”

“Are you OK, Annabelle? You sound ... I don’t know. You sound different.”

“I’m fine, honestly.”

“All right. I’ll see you soon, I hope.”

“You will. I’ll call round one evening.”

“Yes, do that. Take care.”

“And you.”

Replacing the receiver, Annabelle imagined Brian’s boss wagging his finger across the desk as she sacked him. Perhaps Carole was right and he’d leave her in peace now that he had other things on his mind. Grabbing her dressing gown from the lounge as the front doorbell rang, she hoped that it was Dave. Unless Louise had come back for more lesbian sex? she pondered fearfully.

“Oh, hi,” she said, opening the door to find Louise’s father standing on the step.

“My daughter was here,” he murmured angrily, walking past her into the house.

“Yes, that’s right,” Annabelle replied, wondering what the problem was. “Er ... Come into the lounge.”

“What happened?” he asked, following Annabelle along the hall.

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“Nothing happened. Is there a problem?”

“A problem?” he echoed mockingly. “She came home with her clothing all over the place, her hair dishevelled ... What on earth happened to her?”

“Please, sit down,” Annabelle invited him, waving her hand at the armchair.

The man was in his forties and not bad looking. His dark hair swept back, his face suntanned, he looked casual in his crisp white shirt and blue jeans.
Another conquest
? Annabelle mused, wondering what to say about his daughter’s visit to her house. Eyeing the candles strewn across the floor, the ivory symbols scattered over the sofa, she wished that she’d hidden the evidence of the ritual as he gazed at the black cloth and frowned.

“We looked around the garden,” Annabelle finally said. “Louise helped me with some things in the shed. That’s why she was somewhat dishevelled.”

“It was pretty obvious that she’d taken her clothes off,” he returned accusingly.

“Taken her clothes off?” Annabelle laughed. “Why would she do that? Did you ask her about it?”

“She wouldn’t say anything. What happened? It is Annabelle, isn’t it? I’m sorry, but we only met once.”

“Yes, that’s right. And you’re Ian?”

“Yes. So, what on earth happened to Louise? She came home in a terrible state. She went straight to her room and locked the door. ”

“She was very hot, Ian. We both got pretty hot working in the shed. As for taking her clothes off ...”

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“Her blouse was buttoned wrongly. She was shaking, her face was deathly white ... She looked like she’d seen a ghost.”

“A ghost?” Annabelle echoed fearfully, forcing a laugh as a cold draught whipped around her bare feet. “You seem very tense,” she said, a plan coming to mind.

“Tense? I want to know what happened with ...”

“Why don’t you relax?” she murmured, picturing the man hauling his erect penis out.

Did she have power over him? she wondered, wishing she’d left the black cloth on the floor.

“Relax and let yourself go.”

“Relax,” he whispered, smiling at her. “Yes, I do need to relax.”

“What would you like to do? What are your thoughts?”

“You’re very attractive,” he breathed. “I’d like to ... I ... I don’t know.”

“Tell me, Ian,” she said, kneeling at his feet as he reclined in the chair. “What’s on your mind? What would you like?”

“I’d like you to ... I want you to tell me about Louise.”

Rising to her feet, Annabelle knew that she’ had no power without the cloth and candles.

Taking the ivory symbols from the sofa, she lined them up on the arms of Ian’s chair. Hoping that she’d be able to summon up enough power to influence him, she hung the black cloth over the back of his chair and offered him a smile as he frowned at her. Remaining silent, he either thought her mad or was beginning to fall prey to the unseen force. If this worked, then Annabelle only had to sit her victims in the chair and ... and what? she wondered, kneeling at the man’s feet again. Use and abuse them? Looking up into Ian’s dark eyes, she concentrated on his penis, picturing him taking his solid cock out of his jeans.

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“What are you thinking?” she asked softly. “Tell me your thoughts.”

“I’m thinking about you, your mouth,” he murmured, unzipping his jeans.

“What about my mouth?”

“You have a pretty mouth, nice lips and ... I’d like you to suck me.”

“You want me to suck your cock?” she breathed, smiling as he pulled the rock-hard shaft of his penis out of his jeans. “You want me to suck your knob?”

“Yes,” he breathed, his purple glans pointing to the ceiling. “Suck it hard.”