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The Magus 2/3 (mf,ff)
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Subject: THE MAGUS Pt.2 (of 3): f/f, occult, b&d
Reply-To: [email protected] (SEMO)
Date: Wed Jul 5 01:29:00 1995
The following story contains graphic descriptions of sex, and
some scenes of sex involve otherworldly creatures. If you are offended
by such stories, or, if you are under 18: STOP READING NOW!
THE MAGUS
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Julia's face scrunched up a bit, puzzled... "Uh... Dara? I
think maybe you were dreaming." Then, she smiled, "And it sounded
ver-r-y kinky." As Dara cleared the cobweds from her brain and opened
her eyes all the way, she blushed again. She felt incredibly small and
very embarrassed, "uh, sorry, Julia."
"No problem. Come on, let's go, I was held up on my way back
from the store. Its snowing like a bitch out there. There was some sort
of rockslide or something on the way back, and I ended up stuck in the
car for a damn long time."
"What time is it?"
"About 6:30, if we hurry we can make it over to the caf before
they stop serving dinner."
They headed off down the hallway, one of the flourescent lights
near the stairs flickered and buzzed. Julia bitched, "All this tuition
and they can't afford to fix these damn lights." Dara looked
preoccupied. "What's up, Dara? You look kinda out of it." Dara
responded warily , "I dunno, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, anything, shoot..."
"When I first got here, people... I mean, I heard FROM people,
that you killed some cheerleader for calling you a freak. Did you
really? I mean I never believed it, really, till last night. I didn't
think that kind of stuff was possible. I figured every group of kids, no
matter how old, had to have their own bogeyman, and I figured that you
were unlucky enough to be picked. Now, I'm not so sure."
"Uh... Dara, don't believe everything you hear. That bitch was a
mental case. Though if I wanted to, I COULD do something like that, I
would NEVER do anything like that. That's fucked up."
Dara sighed in relief. They continued the walk to the cafeteria
in silence. There were few tracks across the fresh snow, it seemed no
one even wanted to make the brief trek over to the food services
building. The wind whipped through the campus quickly, howling between
buildings, and making the American flag by the administration building
rattle in protest.
Inside the cafeteria, it was considerably warmer. There were
only five or six others lingering over their food in the large room.
Julia picked up two grilled cheese sandwiches, Dara asked for a small
order of fries. They sat in the front by one of the big windows, a big
guy looked up from the college newspaper and saw Julia sitting at the
table across from him. He packed up and left in record time. They sat
for a few moments, neither girl looked at the other. Then Julia started,
"Dara, when I got in today, I think I may have interrupted a ver-r-r-y
interesting dream. What the hell was up with that? I think you called
me mistress or something." Dara blushed and looked away, smiling,
"Jesus, Julia, I don't know if I want to talk about it, I mean, it was
weird."
"Oh, come on Dara! You can't just call me MISTRESS and then blow
it off like that. Its cruel!"
"Wel-l-l, I kind of went looking for a towel in your closet, and
that box almost cracked me in the head. All the stuff fell out, and I
went to put it back in. Then I saw the whips hanging on the back of the
door. I guess that kinda stuck with me when I dozed off."
"So, you saw the pictures then?"
"Uh... Yeah."
Dara blushed again, and stared intensely at her fries.
Julia laughed, "Don't get embarassed, geez, if I didn't want
them to be seen, I would have burned them, or buried them or something.
So, what did you think of them? My ex took them. He was a semi-pro
photographer. Did some photos for some of the bigger alternative mags."
Dara seemed a little more at ease, "They turned me on alot, I
mean that, and the whips and other stuff. I had no idea you were into
all that stuff."
"Those pictures turned YOU on? Really? No shit! That's great."
"Yeah, I mean, you're gorgeus anyway, and seeing you like
that... I was wandering if you'd ever teach me all about that stuff."
"Slow down, girl! Let's go back to that 'gorgeus' stuff. You
like me that way?"
"Yeah, I hope you're not pissed or anything, I think you're hot,
since I met you, I couldn't get you off my mind. In that dream, YOU were
my mistress."
"No way, really? I had no idea that's the way you felt. Have you
ever done it with another woman before?"
Dara blushed again, and looked out the window at the security
truck going by, "Sort of, once, I was sixteen, my girlfriend was
sleeping over. We went to this club, and came in really late, drunk, I
can't remember it all..."
Julia laughed, "Dara, come on, be more sure of yourself. You
blush every time anything even REMOTELY erotic comes up. Are you
forgetting, you fucked a demon in front of me last night?"
"Yeah, but that was different, I HAD to do that, 'cause I didn't
know what would happen if I didn't. I don't have to lust after you, I
just really like you."
"Then Dara, dear, what are we doing still sitting here? Come
on, let's go"
She smiled at Dara as she said this, was very glad Dara smiled
back. On the way back, Julia turned to Dara and said, "We're NOT going
to do that bondage stuff. Since me and my ex broke up, I haven't had
straight vanilla sex in a l-o-o-ong while..."
Even before Julia unlocked the door of her dorm room they were
in each others' arms, kissing passionately. Julia kicked the door closed
behind them as they tumbled through the door. Clumsily they pulled off
their clothes as they rolled on the tile floor. "Ouch!" yelped Dara,
coming up for air as her head hit the ugly orange chair. With mock
concern, Julia asked, "Oohhh, that looked like it hurt, you alright?
Let's get up on the bed."
Julia stripped completely, except for her choker and fishnets.
Dara looked shocked at Julia's nipple rings, Julia just giggled a
little. Dara undressed down to her black panties and bra. Julia
positioned herself with Dara on the bottom and herself on top. She
looked deep into Dara's eyes and continued the kiss again, this time
with a more forceful tongue. Dara was receptive. Julia led a trail of
kisses down to Dara's kneck. Dara moaned weakly and squirmed a bit, her
breathing heavier. Julia continued her path to the top of Dara's bra,
licking around the edges of the fabric while unfastening the strap on
the back. Dara arched her back to free her breasts, her milky white
chest was completely exposed to Julia. She licked spirals from the
outside of the left breast to the inside, lingering on the small areola
and the tiny nipple. Dara groaned appreciatevly. Julia repeated this
treatment on the right breast, while kneading the left with her right
hand. Dara continued to arch and moan.
Julia continued her downward path, covering Dara's entire belly
with light, playful kisses, stopping to lick around the belly button.
She pulled Dara's panties down as she did this, exposing her already wet
pussy. She went further down, to the dark 'V' above Dara's twat, kissing
her way around it, completely avoiding it and heading down the left
thigh. As she passed Dara's cunt, Dara arched her back, hoping to make
Julia stay in that area. Julia ignored her moaning pleas. She continued
down to the lower thigh, just above the knees, while tickling the
undersides of each knee with her hands, pulling the panties down to just
above Dara's ankles. Dara squirmed, and whimpered and moaned, playing
with her own tits, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
Julia backtracked over on the right thigh back towards Dara's pussy,
tickling Dara's white flesh everywhere between. She was glad that Dara
was very vocal, it turned her on so much more. She finally stopped at
Dara's cunt, opening her lips with the fingers of her left hand, and
inserting two fingers of her right. Dara was already very moist and very
warm inside. Dara moaned higher as Julia slowly finger fucked her. She
gyrated her hips in a slow rhythmic figure eight, matching pace whenever
Julia sped up her fingering. Her whole delta region was slick with her
own juices, and it glistened in the dim light from the street lamp
outside the window.
Julia was fucking her faster with her fingers, and Dara was
going ballistic at the verge of this first orgasm. Her head was wagging
back and forth, her back was arched taut, and a thin sheen of sweat
covered her from head to toe. She was grinding her hips very quickly
now, in an attempt to keep up with Julia's ever increasing pace. Julia's
fingers were making lewd sucking noises as increased the pace again,
Dara's red inner lips still clinging to them a little every time she
pulled out. Dara's pleas, by this point, were nothing more than hisses
and moaning gibberish.
When Julia applied her tongue to Dara's slit she lost it. Dara
was a loud girl during sex anyway, and after the way Julia had touched
her whole body, she was even more vocal than usual. As Julia lapped at
her clit, she just went wild, her head thrashed back and forth more
quickly, she ground her hips rather forcefully against Julia's hand and
face, and she screamed in short quick bursts. Julia felt Dara's cunt
walls tense, and then she was flooded, her juices dribbled down past her
cunt, past her asshole, and onto the bed. Dara's arched back collapsed
and she gave in, falling exhausted, panting, and flushed with sweat onto
the bed. Julia smiled and gave her pussy a final deep kiss and sat down
on the ugly orange chair across the room.
Julia, stared long and hard and Dara's panting body in the
light of the streetlamp outside. Her pale white body contrasted well
with the darkness around her in the room. She started to play with the
folds of her own moist cunt in silence, completely turned on by the
naked girl sprawled on her bed. She inserted a black polished nail into
her twat and rubbed her clit with her thumb, savoring the Dara's moans,
still fresh in her mind.
As she closed her eyes and fingered herself, her body moving in
a slow deliberate fashion, the sigil, still on the floor, glowed a deep
blue with each quiet gasp she released. As she brought herself closer to
coming, the circle glowed brighter until the entire room was bathed in a
blue glow. Finally, as she came, the entire room crackled with unholy
energy, and all went blue. When the glowing stopped, both girls were
gone from the room, and the sigil had disappeared.
CHAPTER II: Concerning Hell and Seperation
Julia landed on the floor with a dull thud. Pain shot up her
back as her tailbone hit the floor. She was blinded with the pain for a
minute. As the stars cleared, she realized something was very, very
wrong. The chamber she had landed in was large, with an architecture
that she knew was not of human design. The walls were made of shiny red
veined black marble, the floor was the same. There were pillars of red
and black, alternating, flanking a red carpeted walkway. From her
sitting vantage point she could see a door at the end of the walkway,
possibly two hundred feet away.
She breathed deeply of the air, and was not surprised when it
smelled faintly of sulphur. As she scanned the room she saw gorgeus
stained glass windows about seventy five feet past the pillars. The
arcane symbols clicked in her head.
She was in hell.
She was aware of eyes peering at her from behind, and as she
turned to face them she saw an incubus, almost the mirror of the one she
had summoned last night, excepting that it appeared to be made of a dull
grey stone. As she watched it, she could feel eyes lock on her from all
sides. She knew immediately she was surrounded. She realized quickly she
didn't have a chance against all of them. No spell she knew could bind
them on their own plane. She turned her back on the first one she saw,
and got down on all fours, raising her rear end as a sign of submission.
Dara was considerably more confused than Julia. As she slowly
regained awareness from her orgasmic daze, she realized that she was no
longer in Julia's bed, and no longer in Julia's dorm room. She appeared
to be in a very cramped and messy New York style apartment. She had
lived with her aunt in New York for a few years when she was younger,
and this reminded her of one of New York's famous brownstone apartments.
From the clothing scattered around the room, she theorized it was a
woman's apartment.
She was scared. "Julia?" she called out, and there was no
answer. As she listened, she could hear a shower running. She sat on the
bed, facing what she figured was the bathroom door, and waited. She
hoped Julia was in there taking a shower. She hoped this was all some
sort of crazy sex game Julia cooked up. She really hoped it was all a
dream and she would wake up any minute.
Julia remained with her cheek against the cool stone for a long
while. She could hear the creatures approaching with slow deliberate
steps. She closed her eyes and hoped whatever they wished to do would be
over as quickly as possible. As she knelt there, she berated herself
for leaving the sigil on the floor. She should have known better.
The first demon reached her, she assumed that it was the dull
grey one, because it was closest, and it was the only one she had seen.
She knelt, with her cheek against the floor, she felt his heat behind
her. She closed her eyes tighter and awaited his penetration.
Dara tensed a little as the shower stopped, she heard a
beautiful female voice singing a song that she had never heard. She knew
it wasn't Julia, and she was really frightened. She figured by now that
it was not a dream. She just hoped it would turn out alright.
She watched the doorknob on the bathroom door turn slowly, and
she heard the latch click. She held her breath as the door swung open,
slowly. There, singing to herself in the doorway, oblivious to Dara's
existence, stood a gorgeus naked humanoid female. She appeared almost
human in the dim light, Dara noticed that her eyes glowed with a red
light. She also noticed the silouhette of small horns and a slithering
tail against the brighter light of the bathroom. The creature sauntered
gracefully over to a light switch and turned it slowly, the room got
brighter by degrees. As it walked around the room, Dara sat motionless,
hoping it wouldn't see her. She continued to hold her breath.
The creature, as it went about the business of dressing asked
Dara, without even looking at her, "So, girl, what do you want?" Dara
said from her perch on the bed "I don't know."
Julia waited for the sudden penetration. It never came. Instead,
she heard a distinctly feminine voice behind her say, "Good job, dogs,
you brought me the RIGHT one this time, and you KEPT her here," she
continued, and Julia could hear the click of high heels approach. "Get
up bitch, and come here. I want to have a good look at you."
Julia slowly pushed herself to her feet and turned to face the
woman who approached, and was shocked. The woman stood almost nine feet
tall. Her hair stood up in a tight topknot, her pale white body was
framed beautifully by the black leather she wore. She wore boots that
went to just above the knee, with three rows of metal studs each, going
from toe to top. She wore black leather opera gloves that went to just
above the elbow, with studs along the knuckles, and up the back of the
arm. In her left hand she carried a whip. It wasn't the whip or her
sheer size that commanded respect, it was her eyes. Dim glowing blue
orbs, surrounded by hollow grey flesh.
Julia looked in awe at this creature, and stated, with a clearly
shaken voice, "Mazir, Our Lady of Pain, I beseech thee, have mercy."
Julia felt something like a shock and a shout in her head at once, and
pain coursed through every muscle, it said clearly "Kneel."
She knelt before the towering woman, and bowed her head.
Mazir spoke again, "Last night, I was punishing a certain
incubus, you know its name, I need not speak it. It was in an immense
amount of pain. You summoned it, and it heeded your call. It never came
back. Due to certain legal stipulations in hell, it has become free.
However, due to stupidity on your part, I was able to drag you back
here. Last night, I was out one slave. You are its replacement."
Julia asked, head still bowed, "What of the other? My friend?"
Mazir looked puzzled, "Who?"
"The other girl who was in my room with me when you pulled me
through. Is she safe?"
"Who knows? Maybe she never came through with you, maybe she did
and is getting raped by an archdevil right now."
Mazir laughed cruelly after this last comment, seeing the pain
written across Julia's brow.
Dara was outraged, "I'm WHERE?" she asked, loudly, her eyes
tearing slightly. The creature looked her dead in the eyes, "I'm not in
the habit of repeating myself. I told you already, you're in hell."
Dara looked at the creature as it put a bone brassiere over its well
formed blueish breasts, still in disbelief. It pulled fishnets on next,
over its smoothe blueish legs, finishing off the look with a pair of cut
-off blue jeans and old combat boots.
"Well, girl, since you chose my apartment of all apartments to
land in, you could at least tell me who you are," the creature said as
it applied black lipstick to its full lips. Dara replied, on the verge
of tears, "I'm Dara LaFontaine, a freshman at Westbrook College." The
demon looked at Dara, and scrunched up its brow, "Is that on Gehenna?"
"No, Earth."
"Ohhh, poor girl, I really pity you."
"Uh, do you mind if I ask who you are."
"No, not at all, I'm Leah, and my name is spoken with reverance
around here. I'm the best whore on the sixth plane."
Dara looked shocked, and Leah smiled, "Ah, that's right, you're
from Earth, right? You probably never even met a prostitute, let alone a
succubus, huh?"
Dara looked even more shocked, and she turned red as she turned
around and held her ass high as an offering to Leah. Leah laughed hard,
"Look, uh... Dara right? Yeah, you don't need to do that around here.
That's an... um... formal introduction." It stared at Dara's ass for a
moment before Dara turned slowly around, "Uh, Dara, I think you have a
LOT to learn about hell. You won't last a minute out there with the
little knowledge you have about hell in that pea-brain of yours. I'll
tell you what. Stay here, I have to go to work. Don't leave this room.
Tonight, when I come back, I'll show you around town. I think you're
gonna need a tour guide for a little while. There's some drinks in the
fridge, and there's some food around, but not much." Leah looked at its
watch, and bolted for the door, "Oh shit, I'm late for my meeting with
that hydradaemon. I'll see you tonight, dear..."
Dara called out after her "Wait, what about Julia?"
Her only answer was the slam of the door. She sat for a few
minutes looking at the wall. Then she saw a T.V. set across the room.
She said to herself, "Hmmm... Wonder what T.V. in hell is like, anyway?"
Julia was being led down a dark hallway on a leash by one of the
incubi that had surrounded her at her meeting with Mazir. For the first
time in her life, she was scared. She was shaking. She tugged at the
ropes that tied her hands behind her back. Solid. She looked down at the
shackles on her feet. They hardly allowed her to keep up with the
incubus dragging her leash down the hallway.
She was afraid of what was coming next. Mazir had referred to
it as 'testing', and she was more than a little nervous about that term.
Mazir was only spoken of in the oldest of texts. Our Lady of Pain, the
Pain Queen. The Finnish called her Loviatar, and had an underground
cult devoted to her worship.
The incubus led her down a side corridor. The walls here were
of sharp metal, stained and bolted like the crude machines of the 1800s.
She was suddenly very terrified. A door noisily slid into the wall as
the demon pressed a glowing green button. The room was small and
cramped, filled with evil looking machinery. In the center was a very
vile device, a seat that looked like a combination electric chair,
dentist chair, and gynecologist table. The demon growled and motioned
for her to sit in it.
Although she was terrified of the device, she was more terrified
of the punishment that Mazir would think up if she didn't obey. She sat
down slowly. The metal was cold against her bare flesh, and very
uncomfortable to recline upon. The demon untied her hands and strapped
them to the arms. He unlocked her leg irons and strapped them to the
legs. After that, the creature left. She was afraid of what would
happen next.
-=-= Semo (the Fetus) =-=-
-=-= [email protected] =-=-
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