(fictional story about fictional characters)
It had been several months since Raymond Barone had been "furloughed" from his position as a sports-columnist for New York Newsday. The Barones had been lucky, in that it turned out Ray had a rather large, devoted following; so that Newsday had been purchasing and publishing several of his free-lance offerings. But the income didn't come close to equaling his former steady salary; and mortgages, in good neighborhoods, on Long Island were not cheap. The Orthodontist had just informed Ray and Debra, that their daughter Ally would need braces for her teeth. Unfortunately, after the initial six month furlough; their dental insurance expired. In addition, Christmas was only two months away; and they had always spoiled Ally and the twins, Michael and Geoffrey. They certainly didn't want the children to suffer from Ray's "under-employment."
The furniture and futon store where Ray had worked many years ago when still single, was still under the same ownership, and had offered him a position as salesman/ deliveryman; but he had felt it was beneath him, and declined.
Debra's meddlesome and overbearing mother-in-law, Marie, had declared, "my Raymond will not stoop to manual labor; he's always been a delicate boy."
"You mean sissy boy. He's always been a Nancy," butted in his father, Frank.
Ray responded by asking Debra, " maybe that friend of yours, Sheila, has some more modeling work for you."
"I guess I can give her a call," Debra answered.
Debra was still somewhat resentful of Ray for putting the burden of closing the budget gap on her shoulders; but she became excited at the mention of Sheila's name. She had initially met Sheila, an accomplished photographer, after deciding to pose for some "boudoir" photos for her tenth anniversary. The photo session had concluded with an extremely erotic encounter with Sheila, her husband Bill, and his business partner George. It was the first time Debra had cheated on Ray...but not the last. In the months since; under the guise of "modeling;" she had performed at a couple clubs, catering to kinky sex; and had posed for some x-rated photographs for "niche" magazines. The performances had given her an insatiable appetite for deviant sex. Being honest with herself; she hoped that Sheila had something really erotic for her. Not only did the performances pay extremely well; but they satisfied her recently acquired desires.
She contacted Sheila the following day and was pleasantly rewarded with a very well compensated performance opportunity, right on Long Island. Sheila informed her that she knew of a coven of witches who were looking for a professional model to serve as a ceremonial sacrifice for their Halloween celebration. She told Debra that they were a group of suburban housewives and their husbands, who "played" witches to spice up their sex. She warned Debra that the atmosphere may appear foreboding; but no actual harm would befall any of the participants. She assured her that she personally knew one of the members; and would guarantee Debra's safety; and that the members were all perfectly clean...health wise. Sheila's acquaintance had already seen Debra's photo, and was intrigued by her long, red hair. Sheila gave Debra a phone number to contact if she was interested; and asked her to call and tell her how the encounter went.
Debra, curious about the opportunity, wasted no time and called the number immediately. A woman who identified herself as Aurora answered; and was overjoyed that Debra had been recommended by Sheila.
"Oh yes, we have dealt with Sheila before...we love her. As you have probably guessed; the job does indeed involve sexual acts; so if you are not comfortable with that prospect, we may as well end our contact now." Debra assured her that she was fine with that aspect. Aurora continued, " the ceremony will take place on Halloween night...we prefer to call it Samhain. We meet in a small private cemetery right here on Long Island. As you undoubtedly know, that is the night the veil between this world and the dead, is the thinnest. We are not actually witches; we merely tell people that we are practicing Wiccans because it is a more widely accepted belief than our true interest: we are devil-worshipers. That is the night we attempt to contact Him. We don't ask that you believe in our practice; just that you keep an open mind as the evening progresses. We will provide you with a ceremonial robe when you meet us at the cemetery. All we ask in terms of preparation, is that you completely shave your body hair...not your head, of course; we wouldn't want to change that beautiful red hair...but every other place. On that night we will require you to sign a "consent form," freeing us of any sexual abuse type claims. If you agree to these terms; I will give you the address of the cemetery; and we will see you then."
Debra readily agreed; wrote down the address; hung up; and then sat back to contemplate the upcoming performance date. She had to admit some trepidation concerning devil-worship; but she knew it was only a role-playing game and was already excited about the sexual possibilities.
On the afternoon of October 31, Debra indulged in a long, hot shower, during which she made sure her underarms, and pubic area were totally bare. She hefted her 38D breasts while the hot water cascaded down over them, and marveled at their firmness, "three kids, and just a trace of sag." They had enlarged to their current size when pregnant with the twins, and had retained their magnificence even after their birth. Ray had nicknamed them "Barnes & Noble." She smoothed body-wash over her shapely legs, and full round ass cheeks; her skin tingling at her own touch while anticipating the evening ahead. As she worked up a lather in her pubic area, she couldn't resist inserting a slick finger inside her pussy; teasing herself about what was ahead. After toweling off, she rubbed a thin coating of scented oil into her crotch area and got dressed. She made a quick trick-or-treat run around the neighborhood with the kids; then departed for her appointment.
Ray had purchased a GPS unit the year before, and she had no trouble locating the cemetery. It was one of those small private cemeteries that you would never know existed unless you had a loved one interred there or lived in the neighborhood. It was already completely dark when she arrived...it was getting dark so early now; she hated that about the Fall and Winter. The cemetery was secluded at the end of a dead-end street.."where else would a cemetery be," she quipped to herself. It was surrounded by a high rusted wrought-iron fence, and there were many large trees interspersing the gravestones. She noticed a winding dirt road following the hilly terrain. There was a fairly new Volvo parked at the front gate, and when Debra drove in, a young blond woman got out and flagged her down. Debra rolled down her window and the blond introduced herself as Aurora. She inquired as to Debra's identity; actually asking to see her driver's license; and then asked her to follow her up the winding road. The road snaked through the gravestones and over a little hill, where there were several cars parked along the side. Debra could see several lit tiki-type torches in a small clearing, and a small cabana tent.
There happened to be a full moon that night, and coupled with the light provided by the torches; Debra could make out the forms of several people (maybe a dozen) all dressed in long, black hooded robes. Once out of the cars, Aurora escorted Debra to the cabana. It was furnished with a small cot, a couple folding chairs, a small folding table, and t battery-powered lantern. Debra hadn't realized it before, but Aurora had been wearing a black robe , she just hadn't put up the hood. In the poor light at the cemetery entrance, Debra hadn't noticed how breathtakingly beautiful Aurora actually was. Her long blond hair was perfectly accented by the robe, and she had incredibly bright, blue eyes. She produced a carafe, filled with what looked like wine, and a glass. She informed Debra that the ceremonial wine was spiked with a mild sedative, and she suggested that Debra drink it to reduce any anxiety; and to relax her for the ceremonies to follow. Debra saw no harm in getting a little more mellow; so she allowed Aurora to fill her glass.
Aurora then lay a piece of paper and pen on the table, telling Debra, "this is a consent form stating that you readily agree to participate in a sexual performance, and that you willingly drank the provided sedative. I'm sorry to be so formal, but everyone these days are so litigious, that we have to protect ourselves. It has to be perfectly clear that you are a willing participant."
Debra quickly perused the straight-forward document, and signed it. Aurora smiled, and handed Debra a long,hooded white satin robe; explaining that the ceremonial sacrifice always wore white. Seeing no reason to be shy, considering what was probably to follow, Debra swiftly undressed; placing her clothes on the cot; and put on the robe. She always loved the way the silky material brushed against her naked body...her nipples were already hardening from the light contact. She then noticed that Aurora was barefoot, so she didn't ask about footwear, and followed suit. The wine cocktail was already beginning to take effect, making Debra a little light-headed and giddy feeling. She was notorious amongst her family for having a very low tolerance of alcohol, getting very tipsy on two glasses of wine. She suspected that the sedative was stronger than she had anticipated. As they arose, Aurora helped steady a slightly dizzy Debra; and they exited the tent.
The light provided by the full moon, and the many torches made the immediate area quite bright; but it still took Debra's eyes a few minutes to adjust from the brightness of the lantern in the cabana. When her eyes were finally accustomed to the relative darkness, Debra was led to a wide,low stone altar surrounded by torches, and probably a hundred lit candles. She could make out metal manacles attached to large metal rings at the four corners of the oblong altar, as the hooded participants gathered around. The hoods concealed their faces, permitting Debra to only identify their sexes by the mounds or protrusions under their robes. She could definitely identify a few of the coven as female because of the large chest mounds, and nipples poking against the silky material. She assumed the rest would be revealed shortly. Her eyes had fully adjusted to the dim light and everything was now sufficiently illuminated.