Please note that this is a horror story with a sexual theme. Some readers may find it disturbing and unpleasant. If you think this may be you, then please DO NOT read any further, as it is not my intention to cause offence. Also, if you`re looking for a simple stroke story, you may want to look elsewhere. Still with me? Then enjoy!
Love Beth xxx
The Nine Circles
1
Albert Kendall sat alone in his basement. It was a large basement beneath an even larger house, detached and isolated from its neighbours, and Albert very much preferred it this way.
Albert sat among the paraphernalia of his craft. Heavy, ancient tomes adorned bookshelf's while circles drawn in chalk covered the bare concrete floor and walls. Intricate designs, and carefully drawn symbols were added, and a whiteboard with detailed instructions written in black, dominated the centre of the room.
The door at the top of the narrow staircase creaked open and bright light spilled into the basement.
"Father, Mr Murdoch is here. Shall I send him down?"
"Yes, thank you Harriet." Replied Albert, marvelling at the beautiful slim shadow of his only child standing in the doorway. At only twenty years old she was stunningly beautiful, with her long naturally blond hair in a pony tail, wide womanly hips, and a tight waist. Her breasts were full and heavy, and yet her face carried an innocence and naivety that almost defied belief.
She was gentle, kind, and thoughtful, and Albert absolutely adored her. Keeping her virginity intact had been increasingly difficult and had resulted in Albert taking her out of school and moving to a less populated town where he could hide her away. She had no friends here, and yet seemed content, happy to help with the minor rituals, and knowing when to become scarce when things got a little heavy.
She had a certain childlike innocence, and Albert was happy to keep her that way. Her purity and innocence were to be vitally important in what he was about to do, and although he felt horrendously sad at what ultimately had to happen, he knew that it was completely unavoidable.
Franz Murdoch made his way unsteadily down the staircase holding the loose handrail for support. He was a few years younger than Albert, but still well into his sixties. He was skeletal thin with greying hair and had an aura of quiet sophistication, which impressed Albert.
"Its been too long old friend, too long." Albert held out his hand, but was swept into an embrace by his lifelong friend.
"It has indeed Albert. It`s good to see you looking so well."
It had been seven long years since they had last met, at the funeral of Alberts wife/ Harriet's mother Miriam. It had of course, been a Satanic funeral.
Albert smiled at the compliment. "I take it you received my letters?"
"I did indeed. And I have to confess, I could hardly believe my eyes. What on earth are you doing Albert? You are aware that the Master knows of you?"
"The Master doesn`t know the half of it Franz." Replied Albert. "Please take a seat."
Franz sat on a small stool and waited for Albert to continue.
"Three months ago, I entered the eighth circle of hell. I bloody did it Franz. I broke the seal. I was there only briefly, but it was enough."
Franz shook his head in wonder. He had been a Satanist all his adult life and had never known anyone get beyond the fifth circle. "And that nearly killed you Albert. Now you`re about to attempt the ninth and final. This is madness. The Master will not allow this."
"I have some very powerful allies. Demons are flocking to me in secret. They have had enough of the master. They will protect me long enough for me to complete the ritual and break the seal and then take on Satan himself. With their support I will take the throne."
"Now I know you`re mad." Said Franz, shaking his head.
"Look into the shadows Franz. What do you see?"
Franz looked. He stared hard into the deeper recesses of the basement. The shadows seemed darker there. Undulating, moving of their own accord. The shadows seemed almost alive.
"They`re here? Your demons are here?"
Albert grinned. "A few. There are many, many more. I am never alone."
"And the culmination of this ritual is the rape and sacrifice of your virgin daughter."
"Yes." Said Albert. "The sacrifice has to be of my blood."
Albert left it there. He decided to leave out the bit about cutting the womb from her still living body, stitching her heart inside, and throwing it into the fire.
"There`s something I need you to do for me Franz. When I entered the eighth circle, I allowed Harriet to remain in the house. That was a mistake. She heard voices. Saw things and had some terrible dreams. Things that almost broke her. The ninth circle is going to be much worse. I want you to take her home with you. Care for her. Keep her safe. Don`t let her out of your sight. When I`m ready for her I`ll let you know."
Franz shrugged. "I will do as you say. But if the Master asks- "
"You will say nothing!" Albert`s eyes glittered with malice. "Choose sides Franz. Help me and you will be richly rewarded. The entire ritual should take around two weeks."
Franz nodded sadly and left the room.
Harriet packed a suitcase. She was torn between loyalty to her father and the fear of the terrors to come. She was fearful for him, being all alone in the house, but knew that when the ritual started the horrors that she had experienced before would return, so was reluctantly happy to be elsewhere.
And Franz seemed nice. It was a little creepy how he seemed to stare at her breasts and bottom, but he was pleasant and had promised to tell her stories of her father in his younger days which she very much wanted to hear.
She shared a tearful goodbye with her father, and then Franz and Harriet left the house.
2
The journey to Franz`s home was a long one and mostly conducted in silence. She had tried small talk, but Franz had seemed distracted and distant, and so after a while, she had contented herself with staring out of the window.
She was worried about her father. He`d been working terribly hard recently striving for something he was keeping very close to his chest. She really didn`t mind being kept out of the loop, as Witchcraft and Satanism held little interest for her, but she really wished that he would rest more.
The car swooped into Franz`s drive, and they were greeted by the housekeeper who introduced herself as Mrs Gordon. She was a round, jolly woman with voluminous breasts and a gregarious nature, who also apparently, doubled as Franz`s cook.
She ushered Harriet into the house, promising to have Harriet's bag taken to her room before bustling away to fix lunch.
Franz strode purposefully into the house and put his mouth close to Harriet's ear.
"Listen to me and listen well, I will not repeat myself. You will go immediately to your room. Once there you will undress completely and hang your clothes on the hook behind the door. Naked, you will stand facing the door with your hands at your sides. You will not move. I will attend you shortly."
And with that Franz strode away, leaving Harriet open mouthed and speechless.
Harriet was shown to her room by a maid who moved ghostlike and silent through the house. Her room was sparse, consisting of a double bed, wardrobe, and a dressing table. A full-length dressing mirror stood on the floor and a dirt encrusted lampshade hung above the bed.
