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Authors: Symone Craven

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With a proverbial tail
between his legs, Harold stood aside and waited for a few minutes.
Once the carnie opened the gate, he sneered as Harold rushed passed
him. If he wasn’t so eager to catch up with the girl, he would have
stumbled through the tunnel of torment, and fallen to his knees
when faced with the spinning floor. Harold almost got caught up
with the hall of mirrors; but he was distracted by the reflections.
They were distorted figures in a strain of coitus, multiple bodies
undulating, tethered from one sex to the other. Harold’s erection
throbbed, and he pursued its hunger passed the mirrors and
onward.

Then Harold heard a
moan.

It was imperceptible at
first; but as he approached a corridor through the strobe-shocked
darkness, he heard it again, and this time it was for sure a cry of
desire. Harold nearly rushed through the corridor, but stopped at
the lewd sight. He then fled back to the recesses, back to the
strobe-lit vestibule adjoining both the corridor and hall of
mirrors. His eyes barely peeked over the edges of the entranceway,
where he watched the surreal scene unfold.

Indeed, Harold found his
girl. He found her in a compromising condition. Several feet above
the air, a pair of hands stretched through an elastic wall and held
her legs open, pulling them as wide apart as they could. Another
hand pushed aside her panties to finger her dripping twat. Several
other hands pinned her arms down. All of her sexual appendages were
molested, but none as frequently nor as aggressively as her breasts
and pussy. Her ass had what appeared to be a deep finger sliding in
and out of her rectum. The sheathed hands lifted her up and down,
and obscene gesture that made her shape wrestle with them in the
darkness.

 

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One Night
With The Devil:

My Mother’s Dubious
Deed

A Mother Makes A Pact That
May Cost Her Daughter Her Virginity!

An Excerpt

And now began the true
heart of the ritual. Miranda had a radio waiting nearby inside the
circle. She quickly knelt down and pressed the play button. Some
sensual music began to linger through the air. Its melodies were
exotic, a subtle, high-spirited blend of stringed instruments and
arabic beats. The four women danced into a line and began to untie
their corset laces. They helped each other, loosening and prying
the corsets away from their bodies until they finally fell to the
floor like leathery eggshells. Vickie and Richelle, the newest
sisters and the youngest, danced around one another while Rita and
Miranda grabbed some items from the altar. Rita passed the goblets
to the other sisters, while Miranda danced with the athame, running
its bladed tip against her thigh. Next, Rita reached for the
wine.

The tribal beats and
rattles reverberated through the forest ground, as if a menacing
band of rebels were playing for the girls, in sync with the fever
of the ritual increasing by the minute. The girls had taken off
their flowing dresses. Their dances became more primal. Rather than
frolicking and jumping through the air, The Black Poppies grind
against the floor like serpents. Sometimes they’d slither around
each other or writhe uncontrollably on the floor. Vickie moaned and
wailed. Richelle and Rita had started a small bonfire in the center
of the circle. Each sister took turns jumping across it while the
flames were still tame, but temperamental. Barely on the throes of
an ecstatic frenzy, Vickie didn’t see how the devil would thrill in
such a mild gathering. From where she stood, they looked like a
bunch of schoolgirls who had watched “The Craft” and went to Lilith
Fair one too many times. And while that was mostly true, their
night of revelry had just begun.

Everyone knew the rules and
took them seriously: A prick to the skin, then let the blood drop
in. Vickie was given the athame first. She was new and, although
she had been through many rituals with the other Black Poppies,
this was the first time she shared her blood with the others. It
was one more way of proving herself. So, Vickie took the dagger’s
tip to the fattiest part of her plump breast. Wincing, she felt the
burn and tear of the nerves, then the flow of blood. Ruby droplets
plummeted and disappeared into the dark wine. She licked up the
rest of her blood, and enthralled by Vickie’s unorthodox move, the
other girls followed suit. They almost elbowed one another to get
their hands on the athame. Richelle was the next to grab it. Her
incision was long and slow, the blood flowing from the wound like a
necklace. It poured from her breast into the carafe. Rita’s dark
eyes lit up and her mouth immediately clung to Richelle’s wound.
Vickie watched in shock as Rita sucked the blood from Richelle’s
petite breast. Meanwhile, Miranda passed the carafe to Vickie.
Miranda made a smaller incision in her own petite breast, squeezing
a couple of tear-sized drops into the liquor. Then, they danced
over to Rita, her lips stained with blood. Miranda handed her the
athame while Vickie held the carafe. Rita roared as the athame
penetrated through her supple dark skin. Her small breasts were
covered in red, she flowed into the carafe.

The goblets were
distributed, the wine poured. And they all took a fateful drink.
Within minutes, the carafe was emptied. And the girls flickered and
fluttered as rapidly as the passionate flames of the bonfire.
Vickie and the others danced towards the altar, where sitting on
the edges of the black ceremonial cloth were their offerings. It
was during this part of the ritual that Vickie could hear someone
charging towards them in the distance. The leaves rustled
violently, the twigs shattered and it sounded like glass breaking
in her ear. As she stepped forward and got down on her knees, her
eyes focused on the immaculate altar before her. All of the
representations of Lucifer felt ersatz, especially since she could
already feel his presence nearby. She sensed him like a haunting
orgasm. Her pussy throbbed. Sweat flushed her fair skin. Vickie
felt like she was no longer in control of her body. And it was then
she thought she must have passed out already, the rest of what was
to happen just a vivid dream.

Vickie retrieved her pouch
from the row of gifts. She pulled on the drawstrings, opening its
mouth to pull out a lock of her cinnamon red hair. She revered the
grotesque sculpture of Baphomet seated high on top of the altar.
“For a night of your desire,” she said. “I give you a virginal lock
of my hair.” She placed the braided curl on a gold, polished plate
in front of the altar. As she stood up, the other girls pushed her
back on the floor. “What are you doing?” She asked. But the girls
didn’t immediately answer. Rita pinned her hands down while
Richelle grabbed ahold of her legs. She sat on her stomach and
spread them wide enough for Vickie to guess what would happen
next.

 

Coming in July 2014. Check
my
blog
for updates!

About the Author

For over 6 years, I’ve
worked in the adult entertainment industry. I also have a Bachelors
degree in Forensic Psychology and was going to go to nursing school
but I threw that life away for this one. Plus, the scrubs were
unflattering. Currently I have over 10 titles of novellas and short
stories. I am passionate not only about the writing but for the
messages and themes they convey. Everything else I’ve done is to
bolster and promote the heart of my books: The story and the secret
it wants to share. This passion makes me work harder in other areas
such as book design, formatting and layout, self-publishing, and
marketing and self-promotion.

When I’m not writing or
designing book covers or essentially running other aspects of my
business, I’m relaxing with my boyfriend in New York, snuggling up
with my cat, Mickey Mouse, and
fill-in-the-blank
.

 

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An Excerpt

 

Big Red smiled. “Of course
not,” he said. “But, I did bring you out here for something even
better.” He picked up a small jewelry box from his dresser table
and opened it to reveal a gold locket necklace. “A new position
opened up for Executive Assistant,” he said, pulling out the
locket. “It could be yours if you want it.”

Ruby glared at the two of
them, perplexed. She soon looked down at her own gold plated
locket, thinking of what she had to do to get it. And it certainly
didn’t involve being bedded by the CEO of the company. She hoped
Suzy had some ounce of respect and would refuse his offer.
Don’t earn it that way
,
Ruby thought.

As Big Red clasped the
locket around Suzy’s neck, she stuttered. “But I’ve barely been
working at your company for three months,” she said. “I can’t even
do a portion of the work that Miss Edwards had to do. There’s no
way I can learn - “

Big Red put his hand over
Suzy’e painted mouth. “Ruby will train you to be the best assistant
you can be.” Then, he turned her around and began to unbutton the
back of her dress. “It’s a high paying position, and highly
lucrative. For someone like you, it can open up a world of
opportunities to work under my thumb.”

Suzy gasped as the dress
fell, exposing her naked body. She blushed. “Mr. Rose,” she said.
“I have a boyfriend. “


Please,” he said. “Call me
Big Red.” He grabbed her small breast and sucked on her dark,
fleshy nipple.

As Suzy moaned, spreading
her legs apart so that Alfie Sr. can feel her wet pussy, Ruby
rolled her eyes. Why was she so surprised that Suzy gave it up to
Big Red so easily? She thought about returning to the party
downstairs, but when Suzy began to unzip his pants, Ruby couldn’t
pry herself away from the door.


Do you know why they call
me Big Red?” He asked her. Suzy naively shook her head, but she
soon figured out why. His cock was a thick slab of stiff meat that
trembled in her hand. She stroked his penis as he kissed her
passionately on the lips, barely able to wrap her fingers around
him.

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