Chapter 1: The Ritual
"She could be so hot," Jodie heard him say. She knew they didn't see her there, on the other side of the bookshelf, as Churchill High's library was a large one and they couldn't have seen her walk in. All the same she found herself holding her breath... were they actually talking about her?
So far she didn't know whether to be flattered or offended.
"I know man, I know. She's got a hot body on her, and that hair.... woo!" came the other's voice. She was pretty sure it was Craig Johnson, but she hadn't dared take a peak since she began overhearing the conversation.
Either way, now she was definitely flattered.
"All she needs is to get rid of those glasses and dress a little hotter," came the whispered voice of the other guy, the one she didn't recognize.
She found herself self-consciously fidgeting with her glasses at that last remark. It was true, the glasses took something away from her face. Indeed, they made her look a little goofy-- but she needed them to see, as she had a bad case of near-sightedness. As for her clothes, Jodie was a little shocked at that comment. She'd always thought she dressed quite nicely. Then again, she'd only just recently transferred from a private school where dress codes were strictly enforced. Compared to most of the girls here, her manner of dress was a bit conservative. Suddenly she was feeling embarrassed. But were they talking about her? Although a part of her was hoping they were, another part was beginning to hope they weren't.
"She'll change, man," came the voice of the guy she thought was Craig. "Why don't you ask her out?"
Jodie held her breath.
"I don't know man. I've hardly ever even talked with her. Besides, didn't you say she went to St. Peter's with your cousin?" the other guy responded.
Yep, the other guy was definitely Craig. She knew his cousin, had been pretty good friends with her before she moved up north. Of course, if it was Craig...
That meant they were talking about her.
"Yeah, so what? A lot of people here went to St. Peter's. Hell, Sarah went to St. Peter's! And from what I hear she was kicked out of there anyway. Can't be all bad," came Craig's hushed voice.
Suddenly Jodie heard a crash and realized she had dropped the book she was pretending to read. Cursing herself she bent over to pick it up, and upon straightening found to her horror that Craig and the other guy she now recognized as Joe Pierce were standing at the end of the aisle looking at her.
"Uhm... excuse me," she muttered shyly, burying the book into her chest and spinning around. She skittered away awkwardly, nearly running into a book cart but maneuvering around it just in time to avoid a double embarrassment.
Figures, she thought to herself. If they had been talking about her, she just blew her chance at actually getting asked out on a date. She placed the book she'd been holding on a random shelf, and without slowing down went straight out of the library.
"There you go, getting all worked up again," said Julie. "Over nothing, too."
"Nothing?!?" Jodie exclaimed. "You call that nothing? Two guys actually talking about me, me! Seniors, too! And I screw it up."
Julie shook her head. "Sounds to me like they were putting you down more than anything else. Jerks." She plopped down on the beanbag in Jodie's room, already exhausted with this conversation but fully aware it'd last another hour at least.
Jodie shrugged. "Maybe. But they didn't say anything I haven't been thinking myself... I mean, look at me! I dress like my mother."
"There's nothing wrong with the way you dress. Or your glasses, because I know that's coming next," Julie sighed.
"You can say that because your parents let you shop at the mall," Jodie replied. "I mean, look at you! Compared to me, you're positively scandalous!"
"Why you..!" Julie began, but she couldn't keep herself from laughing. She tossed a pillow at her friend who was now laughing as well. Finally she sighed again and looked her friend in the eye. "If you really want a boyfriend, Jodie, you could get one. Who cares if Joe Pierce thinks you dress funny. He dresses funny if you ask me!"
Jodie thought about that. Sad thing was, she realized, she should have had a boyfriend by now, being a junior in high-school. But all she'd ever had was a couple dates, and she really didn't know why. She knew she had the looks, at five-foot five-inches tall and a hundred-and-five pounds, she had a good body that always got stared at when she wore a bathing suit. With grapefruit-sized breasts and a round ass, she knew it wasn't her body that was the problem. And like Joe had commented, her hair was nice, too. Wispy, long and red, she often received complements for it and had even been offered a modeling job last year. Although she hated to sound immodest, she knew she was beautiful.
But she was shy. Very shy. Having been raised in a strict Catholic house she had always been kept sort of sheltered. All those years of private Catholic school hadn't helped, either. It had made it very difficult for Jodie to meet people when she was forced to transfer to Churchill two months ago. It wasn't easy coming to a new school at the tail end of the year, and had it not been for Julie, she wouldn't know anyone at the public high school at all. Julie had introduced herself that very first awkward day back in February, inviting her to have a seat at her table during lunch. Since then they had become close friends.
"My glasses make me look nerdy," she finally replied. "I hate them."
"Oh, come on now," Julie soothed. "They're a little thick, but really you look fine in them!"
"A little thick? Julie, they're magnifying glasses!" Jodie exclaimed.
Julie was about to protest when the phone rang.
"Gosh, I hope that's not my boss," Jodie groaned as she grabbed the receiver. "Hello?"
Julie saw her eyes go wide which made her curious as to whom it might be. She stood and walked over to her friend, who's eyes remained locked on hers as she stammered some one-word responses to whoever it was on the other line.
"Who is it?" Julie whispered.
Her friend made a gesture for her to be silent.
Julie plopped down on the mattress next to Jodie, unable to discern, from the side of the conversation that she could hear, what was going on.
"Okay, bye!" Jodie finally finished.
Silence followed, and Julie couldn't take it anymore. "Well, are you going to tell me who that was?!?" she exclaimed.
"That was Joe," Jodie whispered. A smile came to her lips. "I've got a date!"
"So she said yes?" Craig asked.
"Sure did," Joe replied to his friend. He lit up a cigarette and looked Craig in the eye. "Friday night. That gives us two days to prepare."
Craig nodded. "Plenty of time. So far so good, huh?"
"Yep," Joe grinned. "Everything is going according to plan. Her confidence is up, she has a reason to like me, and best of all," he continued, leaning back in his chair as he took a long drag from his smoke, "she doesn't suspect a thing."
Craig grinned as well. "All right then. Tomorrow night we'll go set it up, then Friday...!"
"Friday," Joe finished for him, "she'll be ours."
Jodie ended up calling off work the next day so she could go shopping. She was so excited about her date she had decided to buy a new outfit -- one that would actually make her look good. And she wouldn't worry about what her parent's would say, either.
I'm seventeen, dammit! she thought to herself. Almost eighteen and an adult! I can dress how I want!
She didn't bring Julie with her to the mall, nor did she tell her best friend what she was up to. Julie was an idealist. She thought anyone could get a date, just by being themselves. But after two years without a date, and an entire lifetime without a boyfriend, Jodie had decided otherwise. Besides, it was easy for Julie to be an idealist. She always had boyfriends, wasn't shy at all, and was a knockout to boot.
After spending nearly three hours at the mall she was finally done. Her final selection ended up being a short skirt, black lace bra with matching panties, and a thin button-up men's dress shirt. She saw women wear that outfit in young adult movies all the time, and the guys seemed to like them.
She was ready.
"When she gets here you better be out of sight, man," Joe warned his friend as he looked out the window, watching for Jodie's car. It was Friday night, almost eight o' clock. She could show up any minute.
"Relax," Craig grinned. "I'll be downstairs waiting, before she gets to the door. You just get her to drink this and, voila!" He handed his friend a bottle of diet soda.
"You're sure you mixed this correctly?" Joe asked, examining the bottle. "The teacher said his instructions had to be followed perfectly..."
"Chill out, it's right. Look! I think she's here!"
Joe watched as a small, blue two-door car pulled into his driveway. It was her, all right, and without a word Craig disappeared downstairs.
They were ready.
Jodie killed the ignition and looked at herself in the rear-view mirror again. Her makeup was still perfect, with red lipstick and just a hint of blush. Her hair was equally satisfying, and without another thought she took off her glasses.
She had trouble not squinting, but had practiced earlier and was confident she could pull it off. If Joe asked, she'd just tell him she had new contacts. The truth, was that the entire world became one big blur without her glasses, but she'd manage. She had to.
Jodie made it all through school on Friday, without running into Joe. She knew she shouldn't be nervous, but she was afraid he'd cancel or something. When he called her after school, she'd been sure it was to cancel, but it was only to give her directions to his house. He'd said to meet him there and that they'd go have dinner and then catch a movie together.
Her parents thought she was out with Julie. She'd snuck out of the house in her new outfit, afraid they'd might see. Although she hated lying to her parents, she hated getting into arguments with them even more. And they'd never have let her leave the house dressed like this, without an argument.
The skirt is too short, she thought to herself.
She tried to calm herself, then finally got out of the car and began the awkward half-blind walk to the front door.
"Hey," Joe greeted her nonchalantly. "What's up?"
"Not much," Jodie replied meekly. She was doing her best to remain confident, but her shyness was in full force now. She knew without having to touch it, that her face was getting hot and red, a sure sign she was embarrassed.
"Come in," Joe offered. He held the door open for her. As she walked past him, he couldn't help but admire the way her ass swayed underneath the short skirt she wore. He closed the door.
Her heart was racing as she entered the foyer, the thought 'Don't mess this up, Don't mess this up' raced through her head. Suddenly she could smell... cooking?
"Aren't we going out to eat?" she managed to say without cracking her voice.
Joe nodded as he headed towards the kitchen. "Yeah, but my ma started a frozen pizza in the oven for me, before she left. I just gotta let it finish so I can put it in the fridge, then we can go." He'd been practicing the lie all day, having thought of it with Craig's help.
The truth, was that his mom had been out of town for two days, and wouldn't be getting back until Monday. He'd stuck the pizza in the oven just before she'd arrive, to complement the lie that was designed to keep her there long enough.
"Oh," Jodie responded. She found herself waiting just outside the kitchen.
Joe took a seat at the table and looked over at her expectantly.
"Sorry!" she blurted as she rushed into the room and took a seat across from him.
"I like your outfit. Is it new?" Joe asked as he took a drink from a can of soda.
"What, this? No, no!" Jodie lied. She shrugged. "Just haven't worn it in awhile, that's all."
"Ah," Joe nodded. "Hey, want something to drink?"
"Uh..." Jodie began. She wasn't thirsty, but he was already at the fridge. "Sure," she finally said.
He opening a bottle of diet soda, and handed it to her.
She took a long drink from it then placed it on the table. "What's so funny?" she asked nervously, noticing the blurry grin on Joe's face.
"Nothing," he said, shaking his head. "I'm just thinking about a movie I saw last night."
Jodie nodded, and took another drink from her soda.
Just then, the oven timer chimed, and she watched Joe open it and take out the pizza. It smelled good. Jodie hadn't eaten all day, and she was starving.
She asked, "So, where are we going?"
Joe didn't respond. He took the pizza and dumped it into the garbage.
Surprised, she asked, "Uh, is everything okay?"
He was standing at the other end of the kitchen, and the distance made him a little blurry. But she could tell he was grinning again, which made her incredibly nervous. She was beginning to wish she hadn't come over in the first place. There was something creepy about Joe.
"Yeah, we can go," Joe said.
He didn't sound entirely convincing, but Jodie couldn't wait to leave, so she stood and smiled nervously.
"Are you going to drive?" she asked.
Suddenly her vision began to get more blurry. For a moment she thought it would pass, but instead a wave of dizziness overtook her. She had to grip the chair to keep from falling. She heard herself say "Oh," as she struggled to remain standing.
"You okay?" Joe asked, almost sarcastically.
"I...," Jodie began, shaking her head as her vision narrowed to focus on her hand holding the back of the chair. Suddenly she felt a tingling sensation throughout her body, and the last thing she saw before losing consciousness was Joe, standing next to her, with that creepy grin on his face.
"And you were worried," Craig laughed as he looked down on Jodie's unconscious form. "I told you I prepared it right!"
Joe hadn't quit smiling since Jodie had collapsed a few moments before. Currently he was kneeling over her, his hand running slowly up her thigh, under her skirt.
"Knock that off," Craig snapped. "They'll be time for that later. She'll only be out for about twenty minutes, so we have to hurry."
"Yeah, I know," Joe said, standing up. "I just can't wait to fuck her. Did you see her ass?" With that Joe leaned over again and lifted up Jodie's skirt, revealing the thin black panties that covered the her tight, round butt.
"Enough!" Craig yelled. "We don't have time. We have to get her ready for the ritual."
Joe stood again and sighed. "Okay, okay. Let's do it."
Together the two picked up the immobile form of their victim, and carried her down into the basement. It had taken them hours to properly prepare the room and consecrate it for their ritual. The teacher had been very specific about how it had do be done. The small basement was stripped of all it's normal furnishings, with everything moved to the garage. Candles had been set out and the sacrifice prepared.
All that was left was to prepare the recipient.
Jodie awoke in darkness. The first thing she noticed was that she was restrained. She was lying on a cold surface, her arms stretched out straight to her sides, and her legs were spread. Some sort of rope was attached to each of her limbs forcing her to remain that way. She was groggy, trying to remember what had happened, and how she had ended up this way when suddenly she heard Joe's voice.
"Wake up, buttercup!" he mewled into her ear.
And now she remembered.
"Wh... what are you doing to me?" she asked frantically.
There was a blaze of fire above her, and now she could make out the grinning expressions of Joe and his friend Craig. They were dressed in black robes, each holding a burning torch, casting evil looking shadows across their faces. Neither of them responded to her question. Instead, Joe whispered something in Craig's ear, and he in turn nodded and walked away.
"You look very beautiful Jodie," Joe said soothingly, bending over so that his face was only inches from hers.
She saw his eyes look down her body, and it was then that she realized she was no longer wearing her blouse or skirt. Only her panties and bra remained, and it was then that it became clear to her what these two were going to do.
She began to cry. "Please, let me go!" she begged with a shaking voice. "I-- I wanna go home! I wanna go home!!!"
Joe raised his eyebrows, as if amused by her begging. "You're not going anywhere, darling. We've got big plans for you."
Jodie became aware that the room was much brighter now. Her mind was dazed, in shock at her predicament, unable to fully understand what was going on, but quite aware that she was at their mercy. Instinctively she tried pulling at her restraints. The ropes were strong and taut. She couldn't move, except her head.
Craig was back. "All the torches and candles are lit. It is time," he said.
Joe nodded. "Jodie, listen to me. I want you to listen very carefully, because I'm only going to explain this once. Understand?"
Jodie was unable to nod or speak. She was choked up with tears, her body trembling as the helplessness of her situation sank in on her. She blubbered something about wanting to go home, then began to cry in earnest.
Suddenly Joe slapped her across the face. "Jodie!"
She gasped at the blow, its sting reverberating throughout her face.
"You need to be quiet, Jodie, and listen. UNDERSTAND?" Joe said sternly.
Jodie's mouth opened and closed as she struggled to compose herself. She was still breathing hard, completely afraid, but was able to finally say, "Y--yes."
Joe nodded, satisfied by her answer. "Very good, Jodie. Now I'll explain to you what's going on."
He straightened up and glowering down at her. "You see, Craig and I serve our Lord. You know as Satan. Soon, he will be your Lord as well. We're going to perform a ritual to make you his slave and servant. From this ritual you will receive great power, and in return you will serve the Dark One with your mind, body and spirit for all of eternity. As a reward for giving you to him, the Dark One will make us your masters here on earth. You will follow our commands and do as we say. Every ounce of free will shall be gone from your being, for as long as you live. And when you die, you will be his. Understand?"
"Wh-- what?" Jodie cried, eyes stinging with tears.
"The ritual will only work on a virgin," Craig spoke up. "You were the perfect choice. Many of the girls we wanted originally for this honor, have already lost their virginity. And most of the virgins we know are ugly. You, however, are both pure and beautiful. The perfect vessel."
Jodie didn't really believe what they were saying, but no matter what they were doing, she knew that she was in a bad situation. These two were obviously crazy, and she was helpless. She had to get out of here. A calm settled over her then as she began thinking of how to escape.
"We will give you a choice, before we begin," Joe said. "If you willingly renounce Jesus and the Christian faith, and pledge your soul to the Lord of the Underworld, we will make things easier for you. What say you?"
"No! I'll never renounce Jesus!" Jodie yelled, suddenly filled with righteous pride. "I'll never serve Satan!"
Joe's face hardened. "You'll serve him, Jodie, whether you do so willingly or not. When the time comes you will offer yourself to him."
Jodie began to cry again.
"En nomine, son carbounde nominus," Craig bellowed stolidly.
He was standing at the first point of the pentagram that had been drawn upon the ground earlier, the same point of the pentagram where Jodie's head now laid upon. At Jodie's left leg, the third point of the pentagram, Joe was standing. At every other point, black candles had been set. She made quite a sight there, lying bound upon the floor. She was laid with her left and right legs in the third and fourth points of the star, respectively. Her left and right arms were in the second and fifth points. Her limbs were held in place by rope tied around wrists and ankles, and tied to stakes. There were four stakes, each for its own limb, and they were the only things that kept her immobile. They were all that was needed.
Such a beautiful creature, Joe thought to himself. Her body was pulled as tight, her flawless white skin stretched in every direction. Her large breasts, encased in the black lace bra, heaved up and down as she sobbed. Her head was turned to one side and her long wispy red hair was splayed upon the ground, framing her beautifully innocent face. Underneath his robe Joe was naked, and he could feel himself growing aroused.
"En nomine, sane poynya nay," Joe responded his part of the ritual. He could already feel the effects of it inside the room.
An acidic, rotting smell began wafting up from the floor, and the torches flickered before going out, leaving only the candles to illuminate the room. Craig turned around slowly and bent over to pick up a dagger, as Joe began to chant. Craig turned back and held the dagger out, pointing it at each of the four corners of the room, repeating the chant in unison with Joe.
After pointing the dagger at the fourth corner and completing the fourth chant, the ground begin to gently shake.
"Fran sistimo, dire lore cristous, un conulay!" they began a new chant, louder now.
Joe turned then and opened a small cage that was sitting on the ground behind him. Inside it was the sacrifice. A light brown chicken, squawked wildly as Joe grabbed it by its neck and pulled it out. Its feathers flew as Joe turned and held it up over Jodie's body. The chicken had been prepared earlier, when they had consecrated it with wine and their own blood, and had performed a long ceremony with it. At the time it had seemed silly to pay so much attention to the bird, but now they were glad they did.
Their voices rose as the chant continued, the ground still shaking, and Craig's dagger still held out.
Jodie was a wreck. She'd been crying since her captors had begun the ritual, but now she was frightened beyond all comprehension. She saw the chicken dangled above her, and could sense the pure evil in the room, and the ground shaking beneath her. This was really happening; she was really part of an evil ritual.
What was it Joe had said? That when the time came she would offer herself to Satan? She didn't believe it. And yet he had sounded so sure and confident, it worried her.
Suddenly the eerie drone of their chanting ceased, replaced by silence.
Then she felt Craig's dagger on her shoulder, its cool metal dragging across her skin. She screamed, "Nooo!" She thought she would be killed.
Then she felt her bra strap was cut, and the stretched elastic band released it's tension on her shoulder. Craig moved the dagger and cut the other strap. Then he placed his fist on her abdomen and slid dagger between her breasts. She struggled to lift her head and see, trying not to cry too loudly or risk stabbing herself upon the blade. She watched his hand slide the blade harmlessly between her breasts and underneath the bra, then pull up, cutting the bra in half.
Her head dropped back to the hard ground in relief. She hadn't been hurt. But then the realization sunk in that she was now topless! She could feel her tits hanging to the sides, having been released from the restraint of the tight bra.
She screamed again, "Nooo!" She thought now she would be raped.
She shook her head aggressively and pulled at the ropes. The effort only resulted in tossing her long red hair around to stick against her face, and display her bare breasts rolling on her chest. She couldn't see anything except for the dancing shadows on the ceiling above her, but she could hear Craig's chanting voice as he stepped in between her legs.
Then she felt the dagger sliding underneath the waistband of her black-lace panties, sliding down between her legs. She felt its cold metal on her pubic hair and froze in fear. She didn't think he was going to intentionally cut her, but the thought of him slipping...
He pulled the sharp dagger up towards him, slicing the waistband of the black lace panties open. Then the dagger returned, to sliced through the thin material, at the front of her hips, cutting her panties into three pieces. The shredded lace fell to the floor.
Now she was completely naked.
Craig gathered up the torn undergarments and returned to his place in the circle to rejoin the chant. Joe still dangled the chicken above her, and she noticed for the first time that Joe now had his other hand extended, with the dagger held out.
Joe continued chanting but couldn't help but stare at the beautiful girl bound beneath him, now completely naked. He noticed the way her large breasts wobbled as she panted, then sobbed.
Craig had given Joe the ceremonial dagger, which he now brought to the chicken's throat. He locked eyes with Craig as they repeated in unison, the eerie Latin words they didn't understand, when they both abruptly stopped.
At that moment Joe slid the knife across the chicken's throat, and an eruption of dark red blood gushed out the wound and spraying over Jodie's helpless body.
Jodie screamed as the hot blood splattered her naked body laying in the pentagram. Dark red blood splashed and dribbled onto her pale breasts and stomach, onto her neck and face, onto her belly and crotch and thighs. She felt the warm liquid oozing over her body, unable to see for she had shut her eyes tight. When the spray of blood hit her chin and lips, she tasted the blood and closed her mouth. The room was now silent as Joe waved the dead chicken above Jodie, letting the blood dribbled over all parts of her exposed flesh.
And then suddenly that stopped, too. Something came over her as the gooey red blood pooled between her breasts, and rivulets ran down to her stomach. Her patch of light fuzzy pubic hair was speckled with red drops. An insanity of sorts began forming in her mind, and screaming no longer seemed the appropriate thing to do.
Slowly the chanting sounds began again, a new one.
Jodie found herself drifting off into what at first she thought was sleep, but she became aware it was something else entirely. Rather than the darkness which came so easily with sleep, she found her surroundings growing brighter and brighter until it was difficult to keep her eyes open.
Then she was floating, towards something or someone she couldn't be sure.
Craig and Joe continued the new chant in low, rhythmic voices. Upon the ground Jodie still lay covered in blood, but her eyes were wide open and staring off now as if at something they could not see. In the room a wind had risen up, whipping the black cloaks around the bodies of the two teenage boys, and making the candles flicker. The wind was growing in intensity as the two looked on.
Craig knew that the critical moment had come. There was nothing they could do now but wait. Through the chanting they had called evil spirits into the room, and through the sacrifice they had invited Satan to take the young victim and make her his. They had made themselves vessels of his unholy will, and all they could do now was wait and see if he would accept it.
Which is where Jodie came in. They knew that she would not willingly offer herself to the Dark One. Catholic girls like her would rather die than denounce their messiah, their Christ. But the potion they had given her would take care of that. Joe had told her, and Craig knew it was true that when the time came, she would offer herself to their Lord.
When Joe had first approached Craig with the potion and its recipe, a million ideas had occurred to him about how to use it. Joe had demonstrated its power, how it could be made to control people, to use and manipulate them. Immediately Craig had thought about all the girls he would like to try it on.
But then Joe had gone on to explain how the potion, which he called Swinefen, was unstable. He explained that it could backfire easily, making it too big of a risk. However, Joe had said that the person who had given him the recipe had also given him instructions on how to use it in conjunction with an ancient ritual used in the selling of souls and the creation of witches. The Swinefen could be used, he explained, to make a normally unwilling person willing to sell their soul. But it had to be a virgin.
Months had passed, three months exactly, since that first day Joe had brought Craig to see the old man he introduced as The Teacher. They had gone over the plan; given literature about how the ritual must be performed, how to make the potion, when to use it, etc. But the Teacher insisted that the victim had to be a virgin or the ritual would not work.
And now the time had come.
From what the Teacher had told them, Jodie should now be approached by the Devil, where he would ask her to be his. If she said yes, she would gain incredible power; become his witch, and his slave on earth. And since Craig and Joe had been the ones to set up the ritual, the Dark Lord would give them power over her, in return for their participation.
Craig smiled as he thought of all the things he was going to get Jodie to do for him. First though, there was the wait.
At first Jodie had felt incredibly free. Her spirit had been set loose from the confines of her body. The world, and all of existence, was her oyster. Then there came a tugging sensation as her floating form was pulled downwards into a pit of darkness and heat, of rank odor and screaming voices. She wasn't dead though, she knew that.
She could still sense her body laying naked and bloody in Joe Pierce's basement, and subsequently she wasn't afraid. Her life would go on. Death hadn't claimed her, yet. The screaming voices and heat grew as the darkness became more impenetrable with each passing second and her spirit was pulled down further and further until suddenly all was quiet. The pulling stopped. The heat dissipated. And fear came back to poor Jodie.
Another spirit, the first she'd seen here, appeared before her. It was darker than the darkness, a spirit full of hate and rage and Jodie knew right off that it could only be the Fallen One, the Prince of Lies himself. Satan.
Although Jodie knew she wasn't in hell per se, that she was still alive and not subject to his unholy rule. But she could feel the fear welling up and spreading throughout her being.
"Jodie Dickinson," entombed a loud voice around her. It seemed to be coming from inside her head, from the void above and the darkness below.
The dark spirit, blacker than black, whirled around her in the darkness and utter silence. "The Ritual of Offering has been made. I accept you as my vessel on earth. Do you renounce Jesus Christ and all His lies, to freely join me and my minions?"
It wasn't that she wanted to say yes. But before she could even think about what he had said, she realized it was too late. "Yes." With a sinking feeling she sensed her spirit open up to his, offering herself into his world. The last thought that would ever go through the old Jodie's mind was Joe's ominous prediction from before, 'When the time comes you will offer yourself to him.'
"Then a witch you shall be, Jodie Dickinson," the evil and empty spirit bellowed out to her. "You shall be mine on earth, body and soul, in all your actions and thoughts, to serve me and my glorious will. In return for your services you shall receive the ancient covenant of witchcraft. So says the Dark Lord of All," the voiced concluded.
And suddenly Jodie found herself back in her body, staring up at two curious-looking teenage boys.
The ropes binding her at the wrists and ankles began to unravel.
Craig and Joe looked on in astonishment as the nylon cords seemed to take on a life of their own, untying and freeing their captive.
Jodie continued laying their for a moment as the two teenagers held their breath, afraid to move or even make a sound.
Suddenly she sat up. Jodie's eyes were glazed over, her blood-spattered face seeming to grow paler by the second as she sat their motionless. Shadows from the candles, which had burned now down to their bases, danced over her naked blood-smeared body.
Still they looked on, hardly believing what was happening. Was it over? Had it worked? They dared to lean in to study her vacant-looking eyes.
Suddenly the candles hissed and went out, plunging the small basement into darkness.
"Shit!" Craig exclaimed. "Get the lights, man!"
Joe fumbled at the wall, looking for the switch.
"There," he breathed in relief as the room was once again illuminated, this time by the lone incandescent light bulb hanging from the ceiling.
"What the fuck," Joe started when he looked over to the vacant pentagram.
Jodie wasn't there.
"There!" Craig exclaimed, pointing to Joe's right, into the corner of the basement.
Joe looked to see Jodie standing their, still naked and blood-stained, arms folded under her breasts, and looking down. Her long red hair, caked with blood, dangling over her breasts and arms. She was motionless, almost like a statue.
The two friends looked at each other nervously, neither moving from the spots. Their hearts were racing as the realization and enormity of what they had done began to sink in.
Laughter filled the room, and Joe looked over to see his friend howling in delight.
Craig cheered, "We did it, man! Look at her! The ritual worked! Did you see that shit with the ropes?!?"
A nervous smile formed on Joe's lips. "Yeah," he began.
Taking the initiative he walked slowly to Jodie, until he was standing before her.
"Jodie?" he said softly.
Still, she remained motionless.
"She's ours, man!" Craig continued, skipping over to join his friend. "Jodie! Snap out of it!"
Click, clack, click, clack...
They heard the sound from the stairway. Both spun around to look, unable to see up into its darkness, their eyes as wide as dishes.
Click, clack, continued the sound. Click, clack...
"What's going on..." Craig whispered.
"Shh!" Joe snapped.
The sound continued for a couple more seconds, then stopped.
"Familiar," Jodie suddenly said, as if awakening from a trance. She pushed past the two boys and headed towards the stairs.
From the darkness beneath the stairs, emerged a large shiny, black dog that looked to be a Doberman Pincher breed.
"Familiar?" Craig asked in a whisper.
Joe was nodding, the nervous smile returning. "Yeah, man, I read about this. Satan gives her an animal familiar to seal their pact. You know what this means? It worked! She is a witch! Our witch!"
The two looked on as the naked teenage girl knelt down mechanically and the large black dog hurried to meet her. Neither Craig nor Joe, had ever seen such a large Doberman in their lives. Unusually muscled and sleek, the dog moved gracefully as it sniffed at Jodie's upturned hand then proceeded to lick it.
And then to both of their surprise, the girl got down on her hands and knees, and sniffed at the dog's snout in return. The dog began circling her, wagging its short tail as it moved behind her then back around, all the while sniffing at her blood-covered body and long red hair. Having been laid in the pentagram when the blood was sprinkled over her, Jodie's pale back and ass cheeks had few rivulets of blood and seemed a sharp contrast to her red-painted front half.
"Yes," Jodie whipped her head in a circle, causing her long, blood-caked red hair to swing up and around and drape over one shoulder. She had revealed the back of her neck. "Yes!"
Suddenly the dog growled and leaped at the young woman's neck and sank its teeth in. She howled in pain as blood spurted out of the wound.
"What the Fuck!" Craig yelled, stepping forward as if to do something.
"No! Don't!" Joe responded, restraining his friend. "This is part of it! She has to feed her familiar with her own blood or it'll die."
"You mean," Craig replied in shock, "she has to feed that thing?"
Joe nodded.
The large dog continued suckling at the base of her neck. At first it had hurt Jodie very much, but a nipple grew on the back of her neck, and the initial wound disappeared as the animal fed. She could feel herself growing closer to the beast with every drop of blood it took from her. She struggled to keep her neck in a good position for her familiar as its mighty jaw remained locked around it, her blood spraying into his mouth.
And then the large black dog let go, causing Jodie to heave in relief at the sudden influx of power filling her body. She could feel a link forming, and she smiled, rising onto her knees, to look into the beast's large black eyes.
She could hear Craig and Joe whispering to each other, but right now they didn't concern her. First things first, she thought. She could feel the tingling between her legs, calling her to finish what had begun, and gain the power she needed to deal with her captors.
As she knelt, she began petting her familiar. The dog watched her with intelligent, knowing eyes. She pet him roughly behind the ears, whispering to him words which hadn't been spoken in centuries, knowing that he understood. And then she bent forward, onto her hands and knees again.
When the dog leaped upon her back she sighed nervously. The dog wrapped its front legs around her waist, its claws digging into her sides as it scooted its lower body forward towards her round ass.
She heard Craig exclaim something in surprise, but continued ignoring him. A passion had taken over her body. She was literally trembling in excitement, her virgin pussy grew damp as the large furry creature hunched closer.
Jodie used one hand to reach down between her legs, and gently grabbed the dog's penis emerging from the furry black sheath. She cupped the hot, red shaft in her fingers as the erection grew. How strange it was to feel for the first time what a penis was like, and it was not even human. She stroked the red flesh gently and guided the pointy tip towards her waiting slit. When she felt it pressing into her, she let go and pushed both hands on the floor, to leverage her hips back onto the dog's throbbing organ.
"Uhhh!" she moaned aloud at the first feeling of penetration from a real cock.
Her slit was slick with her arousal, but it didn't make her first experience of sex much easier. The dog's penis felt impossibly big entering her. Jodie huffed, exhaling as she tried to relax her muscles. Her tight cunnie wasn't used to being violated, but it slowly stretched to receive the canine cock. She began panting with the effort, letting her head droop and bounce in time to her breathing.
She was using all her strength to keep herself up, as the dog's weight hooked on her back her threatened to make her collapse. Just as she began to feel she could no longer push back and keep herself on her hands anymore, the beast suddenly hunched against her, plunging his red prick into her tight, virgin hole.
"ARGH!" Jodie squealed in pain when her familiar's cock pushed through the barrier that was her virginity.
She felt the ripping sensation inside as her hymen gave way to the battering ram that was the Doberman's dick. The dog began pumping in earnest now, determined to get all the way inside his master. Her body lurched forward, and her breasts swayed beneath her with each thrust as she was taken, quite literally, doggie-style.
"YES!!!" she cried out in pain.
It was pain, quite incredible pain actually, but she felt her body tingle all over in excitement and as the pain melted into pleasure and the dog's penis plunged the rest of the way into her. She felt the hot fur in the dog's crotch press against her ass, and his muscular, sinewy forelegs pull at her hips as he hunched forward.
Jodie trembled in perverse pleasure as the dog began avidly humping into her cunt sheath. The red cock was damp with her maidenhood's bleeding and vaginal juices, and every thrust dragged the swollen, veiny shaft over her engorged clit. Quakes of orgasmic pleasure rippled throughout her body with every thrust of the dog's cock. She could feel her nipples stiffened, like when she masturbated, as her breasts swung back and forth. Her entire body seemed charged now, ready to explode, from the brutal rutting she was receiving.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she panted incoherently.
Unable to support the pressure on her wrists, she lowered her upper body onto her forearms and elbows and felt her breasts press against the cold cement floor. The dog didn't stop his fucking, however. His penis continued to shove in and out of her slippery cunt, increasing in speed and subsequently the carnal pleasure Jodie felt.
"Ohhh!" Suddenly she climaxed, howling in a blubbering, screeching manner as the orgasm claimed her. So much better than masturbation, this orgasm reverberated throughout her entire body, engulfing her from head to toe, causing her mind to spin and vision to swim. Her mouth twisted in a desperate smile... desperate for more.
A bulge had grown at the base of her familiar's penis. At first it felt like a golf ball just inside her entrance, but the bulge continued growing and, if it was possible, the dog began hammering into her even faster. Her breasts were pressed against the cold floor, and with each thrust from the dog, her erect nipples rolled against the cool concrete. Sparks of orgasmic rapture shot out from her nipples like a flint drawn across steel, causing Jodie to fly into her second orgasm from real sex with a partner.
The fucking continued, but Jodie could no longer grunt in pleasure. Her mind had become a storm of depraved lewdity as she mentally pictured herself, her teenage virgin body, getting fucked by the large black dog. She was drooling and muttering things, but besides that the only sound was the slurping of the dog's cock shifting inside her cunt, and the canine's constant panting.
The bulge had grown considerably inside her, and was now the size of a baseball. The bulge prevented the beast from withdrawing, and Jodie felt bloated. Her cunt was stuffed with her familiar's cock and felt ready to burst from the pressure. The pain was intense, and so was the orgasmic pleasure, as the cock pressed against the back of her vagina again and again, sending Jodie into another orgasm as the dog prepared to dump his seed.
And then it happened. She felt the dog stop thrusting and began to wiggle against her ass. Hot dog semen began spraying, flooding her insides, as the erection began to soften. Jodie somehow worked up the energy to cry out once again at the feeling, howling at the floor in a flurry of climactic pleasure.
Then her new familiar's cock stopped twitching and began to shrink. She became aware of hot droplets of saliva on her back that dripped down her sides. The dog was panting heavily and pulling against her. Eventually he dismounted, and with a wet slurping sound, the red cock pulled out, smeared with semen and her own cum. Her canine familiar stood behind Jodie, licking at the wetness on her inner thighs as his red cock dangled and drooled their combined lovemaking fluids on the ground.
With the weight of the dog off her back, Jodie's exhausted body collapsed sideways to the floor, cum leaking from between her legs. Her pussy felt hot and suddenly empty, but filled with warm, slippery goo. Jodie had a drunken smile upon her face. I'm no longer a virgin, she thought to herself, as she rolled over and sat up, spreading her feet. The canine familiar continued licking Jodie's inner thighs until she nudged the dog's snout away from her reddened pussy. She slowly slid her palm along her wet slit, examining the oozing dog semen between two sticky fingers, as evidence it wasn't a dream.
Jodie rested for a moment before focusing her attention on her two would-be masters. Her familiar sat nearby, licking at it's red penis as it retreated back into the black furry sheath.
Craig and Joe were still standing in the basement, silent, paralyzed, and awestruck at the red-head who sat upon the floor.
Jodie twisted and quickly stood, defiantly. Her dog familiar sat obediently next to her, panting and staring at the two boys.
Craig was shaking his head. "Wow! I can't believe what I just saw," he chuckled. "You fucked the dog!"
She blinked, then looked at Joe.
He remained silent. Nobody moved for a long moment.
Then Craig spoke up again. "Uh, okay... Joe," he said, turning to his friend. "What do we do with her now?"
"I'm not sure," Joe responded.
"But she's ours, right?" Craig asked in annoyance.
Joe squinted his eyes as he looked up and down the Jodie's body. "I... guess so," he concluded.
"Excellent!" Craig stated. "Okay, Jodie. Go upstairs and wash off all that blood and dog-juice. I don't want sloppy seconds from no dog!" He was grinning from ear to ear.
Jodie's smile broadened, but other than that she didn't move a muscle.
Joe stepped forward. "You are ours, Jodie Dickinson," he commanded. "Do as he said."
She smiled evilly and said slowly, "The only way you'll see this cum cleaned out of me, is if you lick it out yourself."
A stunned silence followed.
"What?" Joe asked.
Jodie continued smiling, her eyes flickering back and forth between the two teens. "Which of you wants to suck it out of my cunt?"
Neither responded.
"What the fuck's going on, man?" Craig asked.
"That's what I thought," Jodie smiled.
Without warning the dog lunged at Craig in a frenzied growl. Craig never knew what hit him, as the dog sank its teeth into the front of the teen's neck. He dropped to the floor, with the dog standing on his chest. Then there was a mighty snap that broke Craig Johnson's neck.
Jodie didn't move as she watched her pet finish his victim.
"SHIT!!!" Joe screamed, jumping back from the spray of blood that splattered his shoes.
"Joe, Joe, Joe," she smiled, turning her head to look at him.
His eyes were wide in fear, all color drained from his face as he pressed his back up to the wall in terror. "Jo... Jodie," he stammered. "I co-- command you to..."
"Command me, Joe?" Jodie asked innocently. Walking towards him slowly she continued, "What makes you think you can command me? Hmm?"
"The ritual!" Joe protested.
She was standing scant inches in front of him now as she shook her head.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," she scolded. "I can only serve one master, Joe. And we both know who that is!"
Joe shook his head, unable to break eye-contact with the teenager. "I... I serve him, too!!"
Jodie frowned. "Yes, you do. Tell me Joe, how is it you were able to get me to willingly give myself to him? After all, just this morning I was as pure and Christian as one could be."
"The Teacher!" Joe blurted out of fear. "He gave me a potion!"
"The soda?" Jodie sniffed.
Joe nodded frantically. "Yes, yes! I put it in that! It's called Swinefen, it forced you to follow my orders! Do what I say!"
"Hmm," Jodie thought. "And you told me I'd give myself to him. Very clever. I suppose this teacher, taught you the ritual, too?"
"Yes!" Joe responded, his voice cracking. "He said you'd be our slave afterwards!"
Jodie nodded. Then she took three steps back and said, "He was wrong."
Joe gasped when he heard the growl.
The dog lunged at him, and it was over.
Twenty minutes later, Jodie had finished showering in Joe's bathroom, whistling the whole time in fanatical glee. She stepped out of the tub and dried herself off. She used the blow-dryer to dry her hair, and then went in search of some clothes to wear.
She could smell the gas in the air already. Smiling all the more, she wandered into Joe's mother's room and helped herself to a blouse and pair of blue jeans. She put the clothes on, and went back out into the family room, where her familiar waited.
"Yes, it's time to get out of here," she said to the dog. "How do I look?"
The dog didn't respond, of course, but Jodie took his wagging tail as a sign of approval. Moving to the kitchen she turned on the oven, setting it to broil.
"Let's go," she called.
The pair got into her small blue car and drove off. By the time they reached the end of the street they heard the explosion when the heat from the stove finally ignited the gas-filled house. With a grin, Jodie drove happily the rest of the way home.
"You wanted to see me?" came the soft voice of a young woman.
Father Rickle looked up from his studies. "Yes, come in, Ellen."
Ellen Samson walked into the small room that was Father Rickle's study. She had never figured out why the priest had chosen this, of all the offices in the church, to be his own. Nor did she ever question him about it. As usual the cramped room was dark, illuminated only by a sole candle upon the priest's desk.
"Have a seat," he smiled, gesturing to one of two chairs in front of the desk.
She did as she was told.
"So," Father Rickle continued, a smile upon his wrinkled face. Ellen didn't know how old the priest was, but he was at least sixty years her senior. "I see you've dyed your hair again."
Ellen nodded. "I got sick of the red."
Father Rickle nodded. "Black is very becoming on you, I must say."
She smiled faintly. "Thank you," she responded.
"Now, to the business at hand," Father Rickle began, growing serious. "The ritual was completed an hour ago."
Ellen nodded. "I... think I felt it," she replied.
"Yes, I believe you did," Father Rickle smiled, leaning back in his high-backed chair. "You've learned quite a bit in the last six months. Much faster, I might add, than anyone else I've ever trained."
She smiled again.
"Ellen," he said in a low voice, leaning forward. "The ritual was a success. The girl is now a witch."
Ellen didn't respond.
The priest studied her for a long moment. "You don't approve," he concluded.
"It's not my place to second-guess you, master," Ellen replied meekly.
"Nonetheless, you don't think I should have done what I did, do you?" the priest asked.
Ellen considered for a moment. She wasn't used to sharing her own ideas with the priest, but she'd noticed recently that he had begun allowing her to speak her mind. "I just don't think it was a profitable trade-off," she finally admitted.
Father Rickle remained motionless. "Explain," he said.
"Well," Ellen continued softly, "I don't see the logic. We had Joe Pierce. I brought him over myself, back in December. He was my first, and only, I might add. Craig would have been ours as well, had you let me take him."
The priest nodded in satisfaction. "And you believe two for one wasn't a good trade?"
"Exactly," Ellen responded. "Besides, this witch... We don't know anything about her. How can we be sure she'll join us?"
The priest smiled broadly. "You needn't worry, young Ellen. It was never my intention for her to join us. Indeed she never will. I have a different purpose for her, which was well worth Joe's life, and that of his would-be partner."
Ellen furrowed her brow. "You mean, this... We're not to control her?"
"No," Father Rickle replied. "We're to watch her. To study her. There is much to learn from this young witch. And whether she wants to or not, she'll further our goals merely by existing."
"But our goals. Father, I thought our goal was to gain more members," Ellen explained. "We're back to our original numbers, now. You, Father Matthew, the six, Robbie and me."
Father Rickle smiled once again. "Ellen, you learn quickly. You're my most promising student. But there are things I cannot yet reveal to you. But I'll say this," he said sternly, in a low and menacing voice. "Our goal is broader than merely gaining new members."
Ellen nodded. "And this new witch... Jodie. What if she comes after us?"
"Then," the priest said simply, "I'll have to destroy her."
Continued in Chapter 2
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