All characters in this story are over 18.
This story includes elements of gore, horror, supernatural, and very un-vanilla sex.
Before reading this story remember that this is a work of fiction that in no way reflects the author's feelings on abuse. The characters in this particular chapter are willing consensual partners. However, future chapters contain Non-Consensual sexual encounters, this story can be read as a standalone.
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I. The Summoning
The night was dark and there was a bit of a chill in the air. However, it was positively warm for an October night in the middle of the woods. Although, calling it the middle of the woods would be an exaggeration since the clearing where this bizarre Halloween —party? gathering? affair?— celebration was taking place, was only half a mile from the Hawthorne's opulent hunting lodge.
Barefooted, and dressed in diaphanous white gowns and flower coronets, a group of thirty girls was dancing around a big bonfire that smelled of clover and lavender. Warmed cider and wine flowed freely, and blankets were strewn haphazardly loaded with fruit, cheese, and expensive confections.
But the pièce de résistance was —by far— the witch priestess she had hired to guide the event. Cecily Hawthorne met the woman three months ago while trudging through a little antiquing town on the other side of the Hudson River. She was hunting for a nice and quiet place to enjoy a cup of coffee when she came across a little hidden gem of a place. The front wall was a tessellation of multiple colors and patterns that created an enchanting mosaic that couldn't be ignored, the sign outside read " The Moonhound", and the windows were covered with tapestry-like curtains that only helped the mystic aura of the place. It was inside that she had the best cup of tea of her life and were Circe Baelfire offered to read her tea leaves.
The woman was quite a character, with blood red hair, flawless alabaster skin, and a statuesque figure. She dressed in dark, gauzy, risqué pieces, and her hair flowed like it has a life of its own. Cecily was enchanted and after an afternoon of esoterical exchange, she knew she needed to put this woman in the center of her Halloween soirée. Circe accepted gracefully but had a series of demands in order to perform her ritual accordingly.
Amazing.
Ceecee thought,
the woman never leaves character
. It was a wonder how such a talented actress had to make ends meet with the whole "witch" scam, but she was delighted with the results.
"Sisters!" yelled Circe, with her husky, sensual, and clear voice. The priestess was dressed in a gauzy black gown with flowy sleeves, and through the flimsy material, it was easy to see that her body was encased in some sort of chains. Her hair was loose, and she was wearing a black rose coronet with what looked like spines.
Ohmigod she even has some "blood" dripping down her forehead
the hostess wondered excitedly.
"It is now, in the witching hour, as Sirius climbs to take guard upon where once the hunter stood, that we begin our most sacred ritual" The witch chanted with a voice filled with decadent excitement, "On this of most hallows eve, shrouded by night's holy darkness, and guided only by the celestial glittering of the stars above... we begin the summoning"
There was a hush in the clearing, and the only thing that could be heard was the wood cracking in the fire, the wind howling between the trees, and the excited breathing of thirty young girls.
Suddenly Ceecee was startled by a little whisper.
"I don't like this Ceecee," said her cousin Charlotte "this feels wrong, I thought she was going to read our palms or do some fortune-teller scam, but this just feels wrong" she said with a shiver.
"This is just a little show Charlie, you know demon summonings are not real" scoffed Ceecee.
"Demon summoning?!" screeched the young girl, "No, Ceecee this is wrong, we shouldn't be doing this even as a joke. God won't like it"
Ah.
thought Cecily, her cousin was a bit of a bible thumper, usually Ceecee wouldn't bother with the girl but Circe requested a pure-as-snow virgin for her ritual and she couldn't help to think about lame-ass Charlie, and how fun it would be to watch her squirm while dancing half-naked in the middle of nowhere during a pagan ritual.
"Come on Charles, live a little" she scoffed.
"Don't call me Charles, you know I hate it!"
"Silence!" ordered Circe, "Come my little lambs, make a circle around the fire, the stars are where they should be, and the time is upon us"
The girls surrounded the fire and stood as close as they could without burning. Some of them couldn't help to think the sight quite erotic, a group of young attractive women glowing under the warm light of the fire, nubile bodies peeking through the diaphanous clothe of their gowns, sweaty from the fire and nipples swollen from the wind.
Circe was wet just watching, but she felt more moisture drop when the tips of her cilices went deeper into her skin whenever she breathed or took a step. She was on the brink of orgasm, but she kept denying herself as the ritual demanded.
The witch started walking around the circle, looking for her chosen victims. They wore special flowers on their heads.
White Lilies for purity.
Lilacs for innocence.
Daisies for faithfulness.
Lily of the Valley for humility.
Elderflower for compassion.
Each victim wore the coronet with their characterizing flower —and a sprinkling of Amaranth and Angrec, for immortality and in honor of their future royal guests— ignorant to their collective faiths.
Sacrifice was required, but there was an overabundance of vapid harlots to pay with, so Circe wasn't worried about that.
She reached her first victim, "Purity!" she bellowed while forcefully taking Charlotte Hawthorne's arm, and striking as quick a viper making a small cut on the palm of her hand.
Charlie was terrified, the hellish woman cut her!
The girl was crying, Circe wanted to lick her tears, little was more powerful than the tears of a virgin with a soul as pure as this one. However, she had to be patient and calm the little lamb.
"There, there my little darling," she said while caressing her cheek "that's done with"
The witch took her dagger and planted it in the first point of the pentagram —drawn with her blood under the bonfire. Cecily, the little bitch, had no idea that Circe had been there a week before to start the ritual, or that six bodies were buried beneath.
With a wink to pretty Ceecee, Circe continued her revolution around the fire without giving a hint as to who her next victim was.
Bella couldn't contain her excitement, Ceecee was her boyfriend's distant cousin, they were so close, they would often go on family weekend trips that she wasn't invited to, or Henry would let Ceecee spend the night in their apartment when she couldn't drive home.
She'd always felt that Ceecee didn't care much for her, but things changed a couple weeks ago, when Bella got home early and found her sitting in the kitchen wearing one of Henry's shirts because she got drenched by the rain. Apparently, she was on her way to personally invite her to her all-girls Halloween party.
The witch was getting closer to her, and she was fairly jumping with anticipation, she wanted to participate! The party was like no other she had ever been to, and if she managed to get Henry's cousin to like her, then he may propose!
