"No," I agreed, deliberately staring at the generous amount of bust spilling out the top of her costume, "not a little girl, but you're still my little sis. I don't want anyone taking advantage of you, and in that everyone can see what you've got on offer." I replied. I did trust her though, and knew she was sensible, careful with what she drank. However, flashing so much flesh was asking for trouble. I was glad I was going too, so I could keep an eye on her.
The Old Hall was decked out - gravestones at the entrance, artificial cobwebs and lots of electric candles (not taking a chance with real candles in case some drunk knocked one over and caused a fire!) A local pub had set up a bar, so I bought the two girls and myself drinks. Bottles of cider for me and Alice, lager for Helen. "Keep your drink with you, girls," I warned. "Make sure no-one can drop anything into them."
I got two kisses on the cheeks and the girls were off to gossip with anyone they could find that they knew. I did see a couple of acquaintances, so wandered off to have a quick word, while still keeping half an eye on Alice.
The evening dragged for me. I hated what Sandi had done, but at the same time I still missed her. I did notice that as the evening progressed Alice was dancing with just one man, dressed as a daemon, with a forked tail and red horns. I cut in on one dance to check on her, and she seemed Ok, though I thought she had drunk quite a bit more than usual. Her eyes were a little bit glassy.
"Are you OK, Squab?" I asked, "You seem to have been drinking more than usual. I know you're a bit of a lightweight."
"I'm fine, D, really. I'm just enjoying myself. I'm not going to do anything, especially with Jon. He's a good dancer but I don't really fancy him. He won't be stirring my cauldron tonight, if you get my drift." She giggled.
"Good. Drinking always lowers your inhibitions. I don't want you waking up tomorrow morning in an unfamiliar bed thinking you've been an idiot."
She kissed me again. "Thanks, D. I know you're looking out for me. That's why I've drunk a bit too much. I know you'll protect me from myself. Now piss off and let me dance." She poked her tongue out at me and giggled again. I moved off and leaned against the wall, where I could observe the whole room, including Alice.
Eventually nature called and I went off to the gents. When I came back and checked the time it was half an hour to midnight, and Alice was nowhere to be seen. Presumably she had gone to the loo too. Fifteen minutes later and Alice was still nowhere to be seen. I started to worry. She had shifted a good few ciders. I decided to go for a walk to check for her. The upstairs was cordoned off but I slipped under the rope and moved up the stairs. All the rooms on the first floor were empty, same on the second floor. Back downstairs Alice was still missing from the hall where the dancing was, and I noticed so was Jon. I slipped out again and was wandering round the ground floor looking when I found an unlocked door with stairs leading downwards. I quietly moved downwards until I reached the bottom. There was a corridor -- which way to go? I started along one direction when I heard voices, and could see a light under the doorway
I listened at the door and could hear what sounded like chanting. Then the light suddenly flared.
"Nooooooo." -- the word was drawn out, not quite a scream, and I recognised the voice -- Alice. I barged through the door into a nightmare.
The room was probably twenty feet by twelve feet, with bare floorboards and white painted walls. Various esoteric symbols had been painted on the walls in red paint. In the centre of the room was a large triangle, with approximately eight foot long sides, with a perfect circle inside it just touching the sides. At the three points of the triangle were large red candles, lit. Inside the circle was Alice. She looked unconscious, but as I had heard her scream I guessed she must have just fainted. Standing over her was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was way past beautiful. Abso-fucking-lutely georgeous.
Wavy, long, raven black hair cascaded over her shoulders to her lower back, Her face was heart shaped, with high cheek bones, piercing pale grey, almond shaped eyes which gave her a slightly exotic, eastern look and a full mouth with deep red, kissable lips. Her body was a classic, hourglass figure with a pair of breasts that supermodels would pay a fortune for, the large nipples prominent against the tight red crop top she was wearing. She had the most perfect, tight bum and legs that went on forever, barely covered by the tight red shorts that exposed the bottom of her butt cheeks, (even smaller and tighter than Alice's panties I noted,) finished off with 6 inch red stiletto heels. She was the epitome of perfect womanhood, and exuded sex appeal from every pore. And she was carrying a wicked, curved knife and looking longingly at Alice.
Directly behind the triangle I could see Jon, the bloke Alice had been dancing with, holding a book in his hand. The fucking bastard. What had he done?
As the beauty started to swing the knife downwards I leapt across the room and crashed into her. We both went flying, ending up on the floor. I rolled and was up on my feet in seconds and back to grab Alice. As the woman got to her feet Jon collapsed onto his knees.
"Oh God, No. NO! You're released her. We're dead." All this in a loud whisper. Then louder,
"Naamah, return to the abyss, I command you. Leave."
"Please." The last word with a quiver in his voice.
She laughed. The sound was like a stream tinkling over pebbles, or champagne being poured into a glass, or the sound a lover makes when she whispers 'I love you, lets fuck,' into your ear. The voice was so beautiful, so erotic, so sensual. I was in love. I would die for this woman, happily lay down my life for her if she asked. My mind was slightly fuzzy.
She snapped her fingers and the lock on the door clicked closed. "That's better," she purred, in the most sexy voice I've ever heard, "A captive audience."
She turned to look at Jon. "You've been a naughty boy, summoning me. But now I'm out of the trap you drew, you will have to pay my price. Loose the clothes." She turned to me and smiled. My heart melted and my legs went weak. "Hi, pretty boy. I'll get to you later. Mmmm, desert. And you," she said turning her smile to Alice, who was hanging weakly in my arms, just waking up, "The cherry on the top. Oohh, I'm going to have fun tonight."
By this stage Jon was stripped and sporting an erection. The woman, Naamah I think Jon had called her, turned back to him and pointed at it. "Is that for me? How nice. I've had much bigger but as no one has summoned me for quite a while I suppose beggars can't be choosers. And by the time I've finished with you, you won't care anyway." She walked over to him and in one fluid movement her top was off and thrown behind her. She stood in front of him and skimmed off the shorts, flicking them sideways with a lazy flick of a stiletto clad foot. I was mesmerised.
Naked, even with her back to me, she was absolutely the most sublime specimen of the female of the species that anyone could ever wish to see. She had thrown her hair over one shoulder exposing part of her long, pale neck, which flowed seamlessly into her shoulders and back -- muscled just perfectly, an artist's dream.
Her waist pulled in before flaring out into a perfect pair of hips and an arse to die for. The width of her hips meant she had a small gap at the top of her thighs where a set of very aroused, cherry red, pussy lips were just visible. All this carried on a pair of pins that any exotic dancer worth anything would have insured for millions of quid.
She had the body of an angel, I thought. How was I to know at that stage how close I was!
"Davie," Alice whispered, "What's happening. I feel dizzy. I think I might be sick."
I turned my head to look at Alice, and once I wasn't looking at the woman I found I could think more clearly.
Fortunately I had taken GCSE Occult Studies. OK. I'm bullshitting, but I have read a number of articles about daemons, because I wrote an essay in school about Daemonology. I got an A-, though I don't know if that was for content or the English! But I was having trouble putting it all together. My watch shows two minutes past midnight. Had that crazy son-of-a-bitch actually done what I suspected? Had he actually summoned a daemon? The name tickled a memory from my previous research. Looking at the symbol on the floor, and those drawn round the room, they looked occult. What the fuck!
"The door's locked, Al." I whispered. "We need to protect ourselves. We need a pentagram." There was a paint pot next to the door with a brush still sticking out the top, a trickle of red paint down the side -- probably the paint that Jon had used to scribe the sigils on the wall? I grabbed it while Naamah was occupied with Jon. He had a ridiculous grin on his face as the daemon rode him. Fortunately she was completely occupied with what she was doing, and not paying attention to us.
I carefully drew a five sided star surrounded by a circle just touching all five points, big enough for both of us to stand inside without touching the lines. Just as well I was an artist, and could draw freehand very effectively. I stepped closer to the rutting couple and picked up the book Jon had dropped. Then I grabbed Alice and carefully stepped inside the painted design. No sooner had we stepped inside than Naamah's head shot up, and those milky grey eyes bored into me.
