simple tricks - part 1
short stories, simple tricks
June 18 2007 @ 2143
Crack!
Her beautiful naked body gives a jerk at the blow from the whip. It adds one more red mark to the dozens that criss cross her sweaty perfect form. There is an almost artistry to their pattern, for the hand wielding the whip has had centuries to master the art. Though the canvas is fresh, the masterpiece to come can still be vaguely glimpse by an educated eye.
Crack!
Her hands are bound together above her head and she hangs by them. Thin little lines of blood roll slowly down her hot flesh and drip, drip, drip into the growing pool of red beneath her feet. Her toes barely touch the wetness and describe circular patterns as she swings gently back and forth. Bound and hanging so, offers every tempting target of her body to the ministry of the lash.
Crack!
The whip caresses her breasts when it lands and its metal capped tip flicks one nipple lightly, like a lover would. The pain is searing and only heightens the pleasure she feels building in her loins. Among the lines of blood, lines of sticky wetness trace their way down each inner thigh. Her clit pokes out like a stiff little soldier eager and ready for its kiss of the whip. Do eyes betray, or do her hips thrust themselves forward in willing supplication?
Crack!
A few short hours has been all it took to go from Paradise to Hell and back to Paradise again.
Crack!
* * * * *
"I call to thee, Asterogth, Duke in Hell's Legion. Come to me and answer my summons." Paige paced slowly around the consecrated circle, candle in one hand, sacred knife in the other. "Obey me in the name of the Most High, and appear to me now."
There is a sudden coldness in the attic that made Paige shiver under the thin ritual robes of white linen. Was it the chill that made her nipples hard points beneath the cloth, or her excitement at the summoning? Slowly a mist formed outside her circle and the room grew dark. In the fog Paige could see vague mis-shapened inhuman forms and many eyes of red.
"Who summons Lord Asterogth?"
The voice was deep and male and seemed to come from all around. She set the knife down and picked up a roll of paper bound with a blue ribbon.
"I am your Master and your Mistress," Paige said firmly. "I order you to enter the triangle and assume a pleasant form."
She pointed towards the chalk triangle a few feet outside her circle drawn in the Eastern Quadrant.
"Obey me demon, for I have your true name and signet on this parchment." She moved the roll close the candle flames. "I will force you if I must."
"Be careful of who you threaten torture to, young witch."
The mist began to gather in the triangle, first low then growing.
"As your kind is fond of saying, payback is a bitch."
Slowly a tall man shaped figure formed. The demon had skin of a deep mahogany hue. Muscular and bare chested though hairy. His face was bearded and he had two large curved ram horned on his head. His legs were covered in black curly hair and ended in goat hooves.
"Can't you guys come up with anything original?" Paige muttered.