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Carl was shocked to silence. He held her hand for a few moments before calling 911. The operator stayed on the line with him until the ambulence arrived, but there was little conversation.
It was around eleven when the police were finished questioning him. He knew they had questions he couldn't answer, but did his best. Reluctantly, he picked up the phone and dialed Sara's house, where Laura was spending the night.
When Carl broke the news to Laura it started a waterfall of tears. She snuffled through a broken hearted conversation with her father before hanging up the phone and giving her friend and new lover a weak hug. Laura's tears flowed off Sara's neck onto the sheets; it took her almost a half hour to explain what was wrong.
Another hour passed, Sara continued to comfort Laura until she fell asleep while crying. Sara hugged her friend's sleeping form and shed a tear of her own before succumbing to sleep.
It was several hours later when the pair woke up. Laura awoke first and woke Sara while brushing the dried tears from her eyes. Laura stopped and looked down at her friend, "I love you Sara, and I think I'm going to need your company a lot more now."
The girls embraced once more before Laura got dressed and headed home. She spent the remainder of the evening with her father, although a detective came by and asked her a few questions. They were mostly about her parent's relationship leading up to her mother's death. She assured the detective that everything had been happy and there was no reason she knew of that her father would want to kill her mother. The same story would later be corroborated by all family, friends, neighbors and coworkers.
Her father knocked off early, stressed from the seemingly endless stream of police and paramedics, so Laura returned to Sara's house. She arrived unannounced but not unwelcome. Sara and Laura embraced in the doorway and shared a few short kisses before Sara's parents came to give their condolences, ignoring the girls' casually clasped hands.
Laura and Sara proceeded upstairs to Sara's room. As soon as the door closed Laura flung her arms around her friend and pulled her tight, whispering, "I've missed you so much! It's so tense at my house. The police kept asking me questions about my parents' realationship, they think my dad killed my mom!" Sara was the only person Laura had seen that day with whom she could feel comfortable talking freely and she quickly started rambling uncontrollably.
Sympathy welled in Sara's eyes. She gently embraced her friend and whispered, "I'm so sorry," before planting a lingering kiss on Laura's lips, her tongue lingering just behind her own lips.
Abruptly silenced, Laura would have stiffened if she could have become any more tense, then slowly melted into Sara. She tilted her head and slipped her tongue into Sara's mouth, two lone tears detached from her eyes as the weight was temporarily lifted from her shoulders. Slick with saliva, the girls' tongues slide past each other to tangle within their joined mouths. One of Laura's hands slipped down Sara's back to rest on one ass cheek, she squeezed it twice before caressing Sara's back up to her bra strap.
Laura's ministrations were clumsy with one hand inside and one hand ouside Sara's shirt. By the time she had Sara's bra unhooked her her friend had reached both hands beneath her shirt and was lifting it over her head. With Sara's bra unhooked, Laura backed up, allowing Sara to pull her shirt off and removing her own at the same time. Sara pulled her own shirt over her head and discarded her own bra. Meanwhile, Laura unbuttoned her pants and pushed them to the floor.
Sara was pushing her own pants to the floor when Laura came up behind her. Laura slipped one hand underneath her friend's panties and gave Sara's left breast a firm squeeze with the other, whispering, "I don't know what came over you last night but it's magic, and it's just what I need."
Sara smiled briefly at her friend's mention of magic but her mouth soon hung slack-jawed while she moaned softly in pleasure. Laura was once again massaging her breast, this time rubbing her slit firmly as well, her hand lubricated by the beginning cascade of liquid from Sara's pussy.
More than half way to climax, Sara reluctantly pulled Laura's hand from her dripping cunt. She tasted herself dramatically, pressing her extended tongue against Laura's palm and dragging it along till it "popped" off her fingers. Turning to the left kept Laura's hand on her breast.
Pouting slightly, Sara kissed Laura's jawline, neck, breasts and stomach as she dropped to her knees. She pulled Laura's panties down, letting them drop to the floor. Sara lapped at the top of Laura's pussy, savoring the first hint of her friend's soon to be free-flowing juices. Laura placed one hand on Sara's head and lifted one breast out of her bra and tweaked her nipple with the other. Encouraged by Laura's hand, Sara grasped her friend's buttocks, pulling her tongue deeper into Laura's cunt.
When Laura's legs started quivering, she removed her hand and attempted to step back, "I think you'd better let me sit down before I fall down."
"Maybe that's for the best," Sara relented, standing and making her way to her bed with Laura.
Laura lay down first, one of her breasts hanging partially out of her bra. Sara lay down on top of Laura, their fingers and tongues intertwined and their pussies ground against each other. Sara pushed against the bed and Laura's hands, arching her back and increasing the pressure between their pussies. Both girls thrust their pelvises forward and Sara pulled herself up and down.
Laura was soon mewling and sighing below her, "Oh god Sara!" Laura writhed beneath her, searching for a level of sensation this arrangement couldn't provide.
Sara climbed off her friend, savoring her friend's pussy lips, inflamed and splayed wide open. She reached beneath her bed and extracted her wand from a shoe box, "Sara! Where do you get these things from."
Sara smiled, ignoring Laura's questions. She pressed the phallus against Laura's pussy, it slipped in without resistance. Laura reflexively spread her legs while Sara fucked her with the wand. Laura grasped her breasts, massaging them while she rode Sara's wand, moaning louder and louder.
Afraid someone might hear them, Sara straddled Laura's face. In this position Sara was momentarily overcome with a strange, paradoxical feeling. She couldn't help smirking when she moved her hands to Laura's breasts without interruping her wand's rythm, moving it with a previously unexercised portion of her mind. A sudden and repeated, yet muffled, scream accompanied Laura's climax. Laura's hot breath pushed Sara closer to orgasm and she ground her pussy against Laura's face until her own cum flooded her friend's open mouth. The girls showered off before curling up together and falling asleep in Sara's bed.
Carl awoke abruptly, strange noises were coming from beneath the bed. Confused, and mostly wanting to go back to sleep, he swung his feet to the floor. What his foot struck was not carpeting, it was warm and soft and wet. It was Maria, very much alive.
"Hello Carl," moaned the blissful, naked visage.
Carl's responses were no more than unintelligable stammerings. As he sat transfixed, Maria siezed his legs and slowly pulled herself from beneath the bed. When she knelt before him she slowly licked up his right leg. Her tongue seared through his underwear then spiraled up his exposed member. Maria gave him a blowjob like no human is meant to experience. She swallowed in rapid succession, even while pumping her head and tonguing Carl's cock within her mouth.
Carl was on the very brink of release when Maria stopped completely and stood, "To such I am fated for eternity, husband. My mistress has promised us positions of honor in her own chamber if you'll join me in exquisite damnation."
Maria flashed Carl a naughty smile before leaping, with preternatural accuracy, onto his engorged cock. Carl's dam broke instantaneously and he let loose a powerful stream of cum. It seemed to break Maria's form into mist, and she placed a single kiss on his cheek before vanishing altogether.
Her voice, however, lingered in his mind, "Under the bed. Join me. Under the bed."
Carl awoke suddenly, from a dead sleep to completely awake, instantaneously. He lay in bed for a short while, allowing the dream to replay several times and hoping to fall back asleep, but it quickly became apparent that was not going to happen. Reluctantly, Carl sat up in bed. He felt a familiar coolness against his cheek, a kiss?
The night got no more normal for Carl. When he climbed out of bed the rag-like remains of his underwear fell to the ground, practically unrecognizable. Carl was making his way determinedly to the liquor cabinet to fix himself a stiff drink when he stepped in something warm and gooey. He brought a sample of the substance to his nose and discovered the unmistakable scent of cum.
Without a second thought Carl lunged across the bed, to Maria's side. He landed on his shoulder on the other side but ignored it, a black binder lay alone beneath the bed. A fragment of paper filled a plastic sleeve clipped at the front. It was written in a language Carl couldn't understand. A series of characters were inked in Maria's hand along the side of the plastic page, Carl still couldn't understand the words, but they characters were familiar. Carl abruptly clapped the binder shut and went looking for that drink.
Binder in one hand, rum and coke in the other; Carl climbed into his favorite chair. Behind the first page there was a hand written paper from Maria. It explained that the incantation on the fragment was a spiritual gateway to a Demoness' palace, a place of unrestrained pleasure and sin. Any entrant was permitted three visits but would not be able to leave after the third. There was a scribbled note at the bottom that didn't match with the academic nature of the page, 'I can't even think about it now without touching myself. Dark fantasies flood my imagination. The world has lost its flavor, I must go back. I'm sorry Carl, for your own sake don't come after me.'
The binder slipped from Carl's shaking hands. Perhaps from the fall and perhaps from something more sinister, it landed open to the plastic page and Maria's translation. Carl's resolve formed quickly, he couldn't permit his wife's soul to remain in this place of the damned, whatever her warning. He sounded the incantation aloud, but nothing happened. Carl spoke the incantation again, nothing. He had just finished the third recitation when he went limp and passed out.
Someone was giving him a hand job. Surprised, Carl sat up and pushed himself away, his naked ass slid a short distance over the sweat-slick bodies before his head crashed into the "headboard" of a bed beyond his imagination. The headboard, a naked couple shoulder to shoulder, pulled him closer and started kissing both sides of his head, the woman's tongue swept across his cheek and he roughly pulled away from them. The woman pouted momentarily then started kissing the man, whispering unmentionables in what sounded like Russian.
More hands grasped at him and Carl ran to the only place it looked he would be safe. Carl stood atop a table made of a man crouched over, fear racked his body and he felt as though he was going to puke.
Perhaps fifteen minutes later the room subsided from an orgy to suggestive undulations and the one Carl sought walked through the doorway, "Not a fan of their attentions?" she asked.
"No, no I'm not and I'm not a fan of yours either," Carl retorted.
"Tough words for a man who is about to start surrendering his soul to me."
"That's not my intent. I came here for my wife, is she... is her soul... here?"
The Demoness paused in consideration, "The one called Maria?" a horrid grin crossed the Demoness' face, "Yes." she paused to slowly insert two fingers into her cunt, "She liked doing this a great deal." She pumped her fingers a few times then raised them to her lips and licked them clean as she crossed the room to Carl, "And what do you want with her?"
"I want you to let her go."
"I'm afraid I can't do that," she attempted to grasp Carl's shoulder, her skin was soft and inviting, but Carl pushed it away.
"What can I give you to release Maria's soul?"
The Demoness grinned widely at this turn, "Bring me your daughter."
"NO!" Carl stood on the man's back gesticulating aggressivly, "I'll never do that!"
The Demoness paused, "Hmm, you've got spirit. Won't you have a seat? There may be a more interesting arrangement that we can work out." She gestured to a pair of "chairs" that Carl had discarded as merely part of the orgy. They consisted of a man for the back, his midsection appeared to be broken and his engorged cock stuck up, and a woman, she lay beneath the man and, from time to time, would give him head. Their hands intertwined placing their arms where the armrests would be. Anyone who sat in either of those chairs would have to take the man's cock in their ass while exposing their own genetals to the woman's attentions.
"No thanks, I'm fine here," Carl replied after his evaluation.
"Suit yourself," the Demoness walked over to one chair and slowly sat down, sliding her back against the man's chest. She moaned as his cock was embedded in her ass and spread her legs so the woman could access her pussy. She sighed before continuing, "How about a little challenge, then."
"What do you mean?"
"I will let you search my palace as one of the damned for your wife. When you find her if you can remember her name both of you will be free. If you can't, both your souls are mine. Maybe the two of you could be a fountain here?" The Demoness considered Carl's nakedness with a quizzical grin.
"What kind of trick are you playing on me?"
"None. I will, personally, do nothing to inhibit your success. In fact, to sweeten the deal, if you can find her and remember her name I'll not only free her soul, I'll reincarnate it. When you wake up she'll have a new body and be lying right next to you."
Carl looked down at the floor, averted his eyes from two men, and returned his gaze to the Demoness, "Though I'll probably damn my soul one way or another, I'll do it."
"Wonderful, this should be the most amusement I've had in at LEAST a century," she stood slowly, letting the chair-man's member slide out, and approached Carl.
Something in the Demoness' eyes froze Carl inside and he dropped to his knees. He didn't try to resist when she kissed him. She looked him in the face and whispered something under her breath that sounded like "Lust," then started kissing him again. Carl was returning the kiss at half pace when something entered his mouth. At first he thought it was her tongue but it kept coming. It moved down his throat and he could feel whatever it was moving in a most disconcertingly erotic manner through his body. He was about to push the Demoness away and protest when an intense sensaton exploded from his nether regions, it had siezed on his prostate. Carl almost thought he felt pain, but he was awash in pleasure. He collapsed back, hanging off the man-table while the Demoness bent and took his member into her mouth. Carl moaned uncontrollably, he had never experienced anything so intensely erotic and had no defenses against the Demoness' continuing advances. He exploded in her mouth and she swallowed every drop of his cum and sucked even more from his abused cock.
The Demoness pulled him to the floor on his back. She pressed him to her pussy, he couldn't dissagree. Carl was lapping happily at the Demoness' ever-soppen cunt when she intoned his second damnation, "Greed." Carl pulled back at first when the serpent reared from the Demoness' pussy but she sat down hard on his face and Greed slipped from her body to his. Carl experienced the same feeling as the serpent slipped through his body. It moved around for a short time before reentering Carl's mouth. It lodged itself there, slowly flexing its lean body.
"What a good idea Greed! Carl, I want you to fuck me with that snake," Carl remained in a daze while the Demoness rolled onto her back and guided his face to her crotch. The serpent found the Demoness' cunt quickly and shortly thereafter Carl started pumping her, though his movements lacked enthusiasm. However, what Carl's ministrations lacked Greed more than made up for. Soon the Demoness howled in pleasure as Carl rocked back and forth, fucking her with the writhing serpent. Lust seemed to be aroused by the turn of events. It finally detached from Carl's prostate and began teasing his sphincter.
"Ohhgghhh," the Demoness vocalized her height of pleasure and Greed slipped from Carl's mouth back to the welcoming body of his mistress.
Carl gagged and coughed, more than was strictly necessary, contemplating the disturbingly pleasant sensation of lust grinding against the inside of his ass. The Demoness pushed the man-table aside, it rolled once then came to rest where it immediately partook of whoever was nearest. She pushed him back and crouched over his once again engorged cock.
"Tell me, did Maria ever let you fuck her in the ass?" Carl slowly shook his head no while the Demoness lowered herself on top of him. Her ass was incredibly tight and she flexed it wonderfully, giving him a sensation he could only liken to the most intense hand job ever as she mounted him.
The Demoness' ass was so tight Carl knew he wouldn't last long. She had only humped his cock a few times when she huskily whispered, "Envy." Something slid over Carl's cock while it was inside of her. Pinpoints of pain near the base of his penis alerted Carl to the third and final serpent. He started thrusting and pulling, trying to shake the serpent from his cock but it wouldn't leave. Once again the pleasure welled and Carl came. To his surprise he was able to continue fucking the Demoness for some time before he went flaccid and during much of that time he was cumming.
When his cock slid out of the standing Demoness, Carl found the smallest of the three serpents engulfing the length of his cock with its jaw unhinged. It felt very much like Carl was receiving a blow job, but the aphrodesiac it injected made the sensation much more powerful. Carl felt the waves of pleasure from his ass and cock collide and strengthen. Once again he came, a repeatability he had never before enjoyed. Though his member surged and twitched, there was nothing left for it to disgorge.
Sealing his fate, the small serpent detached from Carl's cock and effortlessly slipped into his excited, loosened anus. Lust and Envy played for a short time inside him. They pushed against his skin and bit him from the inside. His face was clenched halfway between ecstasy and horror as Lust then Envy pushed from his mouth and ass, respectively.
"It is done. You are now damned to my palace. Good luck on your quest," Her words earlier sunk in 'I will let you search my palace as one of the damned...' and echoed in his head. He'd interpereted them the wrong way and now there was no room for failure.
He was being borne down. Other damned souls grasped his extremeties and pulled him in different directions. Remembering his task, Carl shook them off and began clawing through the press of bodies. It was very difficult for him to see the faces but he pressed on. It felt that hours passed, then days, his voice was hoarse from shouting Maria's name and it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the touches and grasps of the bodies he passed. Carl eventually took to coupling with a woman while he inspected the adjacent bodies, then moving on. Time passed and his will eroded and his hunt eventually became one for the next pussy, the next cock, the next orgy.
It was in this condition that he finally found her. She was eating out another woman while a man tongued her asshole. Carl grabbed her and pulled her away from the woman. Clouded eyes stared back at Carl and she pressed into Carl, attempting to kiss him. He let her and hugged her close, "Oh I've missed you so much. I've come for you!..." Shock crashed in on Carl's sex-addled brain, he didn't remember her name! The Demoness had hedged her bets well, he had succumbed to the wiles of her palace.
The two of them kissed and embraced while a steady torrent of tears washed down Carl's face. He began to give in to the raging desires within his body, biting her nipples and rubbing her clit (another man was currently fucking her from behind). An all too familiar feeling brought Carl back to the task at hand, something had just entered his ass, and it wasn't a cock or finger. That same erotic feeling traveled through his body, up to his brain
'Hello Carl,' a slick voice addressed him from within, 'I can help you Carl.'
All he could think of was to "think" back at it, 'How, why?'
'I am the one called Envy. I would like to leave thisss place and the cruel whip of my misstresss. If you will take me with you, I will tell you her name,' the serpent circled idly in Carl's head, momentarily clouding his thoughts.
Carl had no choice. He could agree with the serpent and they would be free or he could turn it down, give in to his desires and become another damned soul in the Demoness' collection.
'Ok, Envy, you have a deal'
'Exssselent. Her name iss Maria.'
"Maria," he whispered, as though it were the greatest revelation ever. He repeated it, then screamed it. All the while the serpent slithered around in his head.
As every other body but his and Maria's faded from sight Carl thought he heard cackling in the darkness. He was fairly certain that he'd been had.