The Ritual Ch 05

This story picks up at the end of Chapter 4, and makes a lot more sense if you've read the other chapters and are familiar with the cast of characters.

We woke up the next morning all in the same bed. Not Fred, of course. Fred had been sent home after dropping Derek, Claire, and me at my place. Sally had joined us later. We had all been thoroughly fucked. I think Derek came six times; in every pussy, in Sally's mouth, on my face, and in Claire's ass. I didn't know a man could do that. Then again, Derek wasn't just a man. He was the vessel of Baaruuleth.

I woke Derek up with a blowjob. When his eyes fluttered open, Sally cradled his face against her breasts while Claire helped with the BJ. Pretty soon we were all splattered with orgasm number seven, and at Derek's directions we were licking his cum off each other.

"I'm serving breakfast," Mom yelled through the door. "How many of there are you?"

"Four!" I yelled back.

"Great!"

"I guess we should get dressed," Sally said.

I got out of bed and searched for some clothes. I had to make choices, the others only had to put back on what they'd arrived in.

"Wait," Derek said. "Annie, you got your mother to read the same thing Sally read, didn't you?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Which is why she doesn't mind if I sleep over, and the girls too, even though Claire screams so loud she can't help but hear her?"

"Yeah."

"In that case, I think just bras and panties for breakfast, ladies. Because I like watching you, and I'm pretty sure Annie's mom will agree that's important."

So that's what happened. Mom was dressed slutty, as I expected, wearing a robe over underthings, and letting it gape. She raised an eyebrow when we came down for dinner, with Derek being the only one who was wearing clothes, but she didn't object.

"Mrs. Seefeld, won't you join us for breakfast," Derek said.

She sat down with the rest of us. She cleared her throat. "I feel overdressed."

"You may take off the robe, Mrs. Seefeld," Derek said.

"Oh. But Annie said you'd rather I acted more, er, parental, so I didn't want to assume." She took off the robe while she said it, though, and now she matched the rest of us.

"Parental, Annie?" Derek asked me.

"I just didn't want you to freak. And Mom's been kind of down lately. Aimless, like. She's been hitting the sherry bottle pretty hard. We needed a place to get together. So, it seemed like the obvious solution to make her your slave and then tell her to pretend otherwise."

"Is there anything else you've been doing behind my back?" Derek asked.

It looked like the jig was up, but I wasn't giving up easily. "Do you really want to know, or do you want to enjoy the surprises as they come?"

"Annie, I do not want you to get anyone else to read those words without my express permission. Is that clear?"

Well, so much for that. "Crystal," I said.

"Are you going to have any problems obeying me?"

"No, you've given me a direct order," I said.

"Do you have any workarounds in mind, to slip around the intent of what I just said?"

I shook my head. "No. I had, well, plans. But they haven't gone too far, yet, so nothing will happen. I don't have any workarounds in mind."

"Okay then." He looked around at everyone assembled. He smiled. "Thank you, Annie, for what you did. I know you meant well, and I can't say I'm unhappy with the results. Come a little closer, girls."

Sally and Claire were the closest, so they ended up touching. All of us made sure to sit up straight and present our breasts for our master's viewing. It was objectifying, sure. But we were very pretty objects, and he took obvious pleasure in us.

"I," Derek said suddenly, "Am going to be in such trouble when I get home."

Derek's parents were super strict. And he'd been out all night. They'd guess he'd been sleeping with a girl; of course they wouldn't guess he'd been sleeping with three of them.

"Well, darling, you can always come stay with us," Mom told him.

"We could get them to read the script," I suggested.

"No," Derek said immediately.

"Why not? It's the perfect solution."

Derek turned to Mom. "Mrs. Seefeld, you were told to act parentally toward me, weren't you? But the other day you greeted me in a super short skirt and with your blouse undone, and by the time I left you were trying to get me to look down your blouse. True?"

"Well, I thought you might like the view," she said. "I wasn't trying to seduce you, like some kind of Mrs. Robinson. Of course, if you'd chosen to have your way with me, I wouldn't have said no. I guess I felt that if you wanted it, I should at least let the idea germinate, to be fair."

"So, that's reason number one," Derek said. "That's not going to happen with my own mother. Reason number two is they'd never read it. They are super religious. They'd take one look at it and think it was something demonic."

"Which might be accurate," Claire said.

Everyone stared at her.

"I mean, really. It's something, right? Baaruuleth. That sounds kinda demonic to me. It's certainly supernatural, and we definitely summoned it. I'm not saying demonic pejoratively, I just think it might be a valid word to use. Whatever it is, Derek clearly still has his moral compass or ethics or whatever, or he'd be trying to get the whole town to read the formula you've been talking about, he'd probably be enslaving his parents, and he'd have the two of you doing a mother-daughter blowjob for him or something."

"Um, thank you for bringing up that image," I said.

"Oh, come on, we were all thinking it, weren't we?" said Claire.

"Nope," Sally said.

"Um, no dear. Not that I wouldn't do it, of course," Mom said.

"Definitely no," I said.

"My lord," Claire said. "I'd suggest you order them to tell the truth."

"I would," Derek said. "But then I'd feel obligated to tell the truth too. And maybe I really don't want to know. Anyway, thank you, Claire for the affirmation that I'm still me, and not some horned demon or something."

"Horny, but no horns," Claire said.

"Right," Derek said. "I feel like me. Anyway, no, I just have to go and face the music. I imagine I'm going to be grounded."

"You can escape through a window, and come over here," I said.

"I don't know if you get this, Annie," Derek said. "But I like my parents. They are inconvenient sometimes, and I don't believe all the things they believe, but I do know they love me and want the best for me in their own way. Nearly as much as you do." He got up. "Thanks for breakfast, Mrs. Seefeld."

"Anything for you, Derek," Mom said.

And with that, Derek left.

"Do you think he'd like a mother-daughter blowjob?" Mom asked as soon as he'd gone.

"He's a man, and you're a MILF," Claire said, as if that settled it.

"I thought you said that he had his ethics and wouldn't do something like that," I said accusingly.

"I didn't say he'd initiate. You'd have to do some nudging. The point is, he didn't do it ASAP, did he?"

Sally got up. "Thank you for breakfast, Mrs. Seefeld. Derek isn't the only one who needs to go home and face the music, although I might be able to sneak in and pretend I just slept late. I better get dressed first, though."

"I'll go with you, and vouch that you were with me," Claire said.

"Thanks," Sally said. "But no. First, they know I have a cell phone and could have called. Second, they have joined the twenty-first century and would just decide I was sleeping with you instead of a boy. Third, they haven't joined the twenty-first century enough to decide that's okay. So, I'm better flying solo. Speaking of cells, can I have Derek's number?"

I gave it to her. Sally left, and then Claire went home, too. Her parents didn't mind her being out, and figured she was at Fred's. Fred's parents didn't mind him sleeping with Claire at their place. So at least that part was tidy enough, as long as nobody cross-checked.

"Should we ask him?" Mom asked, once it was just the two of us.

I knew what she meant. "Let's not spook him."

"Right," Mom said. "He's such a nice boy."

It didn't seem like there was anything I could do to help Derek. He'd forbidden me to provide him with help in the most obvious way. For the first time since the ritual, I felt a little lost, but I supposed I could still study the book.

At noon there was a knock on the door. My heart leapt, thinking it might be Derek. Mom and I raced for it. I hadn't even gotten dressed, and was eager to greet him as I was. I loved the idea of him just showing up unannounced. Even if he was there to fuck my Mom.

We looked through the peephole. It wasn't Derek, it was Blake. I ran back upstairs for my clothes. Mom tugged her skirt down and buttoned up her blouse, since she had gotten dressed for work and had been unbuttoning as she hurried down the stairs. I heard her stalling him for a bit while I pulled on jeans and a shirt.

"Thanks Mom," I said when I came back down. "We'll just hang out in the living room, okay?"

"Sure," she said, and went back to her office.

"So, red alert, right?" Blake said.

"Huh?"

"Derek's been grounded."

"How long?"

"Two weeks. They let him text me, and he told me they were going to take his phone away after."

I winced. "That sucks." I thought briefly of Sally, who had just gotten his number.

"It worse than sucks," Blake said. "It's wrong. It's against all reason! He should be lord of the universe, and instead he's getting grounded by a couple of hick parents."

I understood what he meant. There was something incongruous about our lord and master being "grounded."

"We need to do something," Blake said.

"What? He forbade me to enthrall them."

"Well, that's simple, then. Give the formula to me, and I'll do it."

It was simple. And a very bad idea. No, he hadn't forbidden it, but the unforeseen consequences were too great. Blake wasn't likely to stop with his parents, either. Besides, bottom line, Derek wanted his folks left alone, and that meant we had to come up with another idea.

"He's grounded," I said. "But I could go over there."

"You, a woman?"

"Yeah, we travel by ourselves and can even own property these days. And vote," I said sarcastically.

"No, no, I meant, Derek gets grounded for being out all night, presumably with a chick, and then you show up at his house? You'd probably be called the Whore of Babylon or something."

"Oh. Yeah. I see what you mean. But you can go."

"Yeah, they let him text me so it wouldn't be strange if I showed."

"Okay. Leave me alone for an hour, or so, and then come back. I'll have something for you to take to him. And hopefully he can send out messages to the rest of us through you. We'll need to know what action he wants us to take. If any."

"Got it."

I went back and consulted the book. The vast majority of things the vessel of Baaluureth could do involved one of two things. Either they were things the vessel could do to a willing person, such as one of his thralls, or they were something a person had to do themselves, like the ritual or the spell Mom and Sally had read that committed them to Derek. Which meant there was very little that Derek could do to his parents without enthralling them, and that Derek wouldn't forgive.

But there was one thing. There was a spell for removing memories. I didn't know if Derek would use it, but he ought to be aware of what he could do. If his parents didn't remember him staying over, and didn't remember grounding him, well, presumably he wouldn't be grounded. It wasn't clear how precise one could get with the memories. And I couldn't cast the spell for him; it had to be his choice.

I put all that information, complete with the spell, on two folded up pieces of paper, printed both sides, and stuffed them in a tiny envelope. I sealed it and told Blake not to open it, but to hand it directly to Derek, and that I was pretty sure Derek would be pissed if it was opened.

And then all I could do was wait.

Claire called me. "Derek blocked me!" she said. She'd been crying.

"His parents have his phone. Did you text him?"

"I sent him a selfie."

"Naked?"

"Well, topless."

"And now his parents have seen it and they've blocked you."

"I felt so horrible when I saw he'd blocked me. It was like -"

I had a good idea of how that felt. "Claire. He's not mad at you. But we need to find Sally, pronto. Because I think she was going to text him, and..."

"Oh, yeah. Shit. I have no idea how to find Sally."

"You know people. Fred knows football team people. Start making calls until you get Sally's number, and then tell her what happened."

If Derek ever really wanted to get revenge on Fred, that would be how to do it. Just drop him. Block him, refuse to talk, tell Fred he had nothing of value to offer. Sally would be miserable. I wasn't as connected as Claire, but I called the restaurant, and told them that if they could tell Sally to text me ASAP, it could be a matter of life and death. They promised to try.

It worked. Sally confessed that she, too, had demonstrated her love with a topless selfie. Okay, all sorted. It seemed unlikely Fred had done anything like that. We just had to sit tight for a bit.

I didn't want to sit tight. I wanted to bash Derek's stupid parents over the head, or at least sneak into Derek's house to give him a blowjob. Hell, maybe I should offer Derek's dad a blowie to let him out. He might be all revved up from seeing topless selfies.

The doorbell rang. Once again, I thought it would be someone it wasn't. It wasn't Keith. It was Derek's mom.

"Hello, Annie."

"Uh, hi Mrs. Longman."

"May I talk to your mother, please." Her voice had none of the frost I expected. In fact, it was full of warmth. And maybe sympathy.

"Um, okay." I supposed Mom was going to be called on the carpet for allowing goings on in her house, although I didn't think Derek would be silly enough to tell her about that part. I went up and got Mom.

Mom came downstairs, and I followed. As she approached, Mrs. Longman's face contorted with rage. "And what," she yelled, "is the meaning of this? He's a third of your age!"

"This" was a picture on what looked like Derek's cellphone. It was a picture of my Mom. Sally and Claire had sent topless selfies, but Mom had gone for the full monty.

"Mom!" I yelled.

"Annie, I'm sorry you saw that," said Mrs. Longman sweetly. "I really am. Would you please go to your room?"

"I'm barely twice his age," Mom said. Not exactly a killer argument, Mother. I turned and went to my room. If Mrs. Longman thought that I was the innocent, maybe that would work in my favor, and I didn't think I could do damage control for my mother.

They yelled at each other for a while. Mom insisted that Derek was an adult, she was an adult, and it was none of her goddamn business. Mrs. Longman called my Mom a whore, a slut, a tramp, and a corrupter of youth. The words were different, but the volume was like having Dad back home.

I got a text from Blake. "Derek has envelope. He's now grounded for the rest of the summer. Apparently he got three naked selfies from three different girls. Really, Annie, I thought you were smarter than that."

"I am," I texted back. "It was Claire, Sally, and my Mom."

"Your mom?!?!? And who is Sally?"

I didn't feel like explaining, so I just told him to let me know if there was more news.

The next two days were intolerable. Nothing happened. No word from Derek. Blake went over, and came back with the news that he was frustrated and unhappy. Of course Claire and Sally and I all wanted to fix it, and we couldn't. We got together every chance we could, and bonded. We joked with Blake that he was like "one of the girls," which on the whole I think he appreciated, if with mixed emotions.

Claire kept Fred locked up, but as she said, it wasn't as fun when Fred knew she couldn't fuck Derek.

On the third day Blake reported that Derek had tried the forgetfulness spell, and it hadn't worked.

I smacked myself in the head. I had been pinning my hopes on him trying it, and of course it didn't work. His powers were fueled by sex. He was locked away from having any sex, so he was essentially powerless. In fact, it was possible that his control would start to slip over the rest of us if he didn't get sex on the regular, although the book didn't say that. And if his control slipped over Fred, Fred would want revenge.

From what Blake said, there wasn't any way we could sneak in, either. The windows were bolted. They locked Derek's door at night. They were keeping him prisoner and talking about not letting him go back to college in the fall.

The gloves were going to have to come off. I gathered the posse. Blake, Sally, Claire, Fred, my Mom. Everyone who had Derek's best interests at heart.

At 4:07, everyone was in position. I knocked on the door of the Longman residence, which was answered by Mrs. Longman. "Oh, dearie," she said. "I'm so sorry about what happened."

"My own mother!" I exclaimed, trying to sound shocked. "I've been holding it inside, of course, and you're the only one who knows about it. Can I come in and we'll talk?"

"Of course dearie," she said. She was, in her own way, a very sweet woman. She opened the door wide, and let me in.

"Just me and you?" I asked. "Your husband isn't around?"

"He's downstairs in the workshop," she assured me. "He won't bother us. Let's talk, woman to woman. Tea?"

I pulled the replica pistol out of my pocket. It wasn't real, but it looked real. It had been my Dad's. "Don't say a word, Mrs. Longman."

Her eyes widened, and she froze. I smiled, opened the door, and signaled.

Sally, Claire, Fred and Blake all hurried in. We decided it was better to keep my Mom out of it. After all, even with a "gun" pointed at her, Mrs. Longman might lose her cool. So Mom waited with her car in case we needed a quick getaway.

"Give me the key to Derek's room, and his cell phone."

She walked over to a drawer. Fred walked right beside her. "If you don't cooperate, Mrs. Longman, I'm going to beat your fucking brains out."

That wasn't in the script, but it sure terrified her. She got the cell phone.

"My husband has the key," she said. "But it's not locked now."

"Sally, Claire, you know what to do. Blake, you too."

Sally and Claire went upstairs. Blake guided Mrs. Longman to a chair and tied her up.

"What are those two girls doing?" Mrs. Longman protested. "Those are the other hussies that texted my Derek, aren't they?"

"Yes. My guess is that they are going to give him a blowjob. Do you give your husband blowjobs, Mrs. Longman?"

"Well, I never!"

"Well, you might have a better marriage if you did."

"It's, it's, it's oral sodomy!"

"If we turn her, maybe Derek can order her to be a better lover to her hubby," Blake suggested.

"Hmff," Mrs. Longman said, as Blake stuffed a pair of panties into her mouth and taped them in place.

"That's the backup to the backup plan. Fred, you and Blake, go find Mr. Longman and keep him under control, but don't hurt him. Just tie him up nice and secure."

Ten minutes later, Derek came downstairs, with Claire and Sally behind him. There had been a little scuffle downstairs, but Blake called up that it was all fine. They looked a little rumpled, which was a good sign. He looked at his Mom, he looked at me, he looked at the "gun."

"I thought I was clear nothing was to happen to my parents," he said to me.

"The situation changed, master," I told him. "You know they blocked Sally and Claire on your phone? You know what that did to them? They practically got suicidal, thinking that you didn't need them anymore. You have responsibilities. You, like us, have a purpose, even if yours is different than ours."

"I see," he said. "Well, let's untie her and get her to the kitchen, and then we can put the gun away. You're sure this will work?"