Chapter 5 – Mushroom Madness
Baal cackled in delight as the tentacle appeared out of the glowing portal, the leather bound book in its grasp. He grabbed the book from the appendage and quickly said the magic words which sealed the portal and forced the tentacle back to the circle of hell from where it came. He couldn't believe his luck, he'd been searching for months for spell books powerful enough to be used in his work. Most of those that would be useful were very ancient and extremely rare. The last thing he had expected was that his scrying would reveal one in the possession of his acquittance Laura. He'd been almost as surprised to discover that she had then taken to fucking all manner of demons not to mention her best friend, Karen. Baal had, after all, always considered both to be rather nice girls not the rampant sluts they apparently were.
He'd happily used his scrying powers to watch them fuck as he'd always been rather taken with the pretty girls and was now quite sure one of the best ways to enjoy them was to watch them screw each other. But he needed the book more than voyeuristic titillation so had to take action.
It had been remarkably easy to subtly corrupt the spell that the inexperienced Laura had cast to ensure that both girls would be rather busy for sometime. The plan had been slightly delayed when he found watching them fuck the tentacles was too tempting but he'd eventually managed to control himself and now held a very powerful tome of spells. Soon his power would be limitless and he could have everything he desired, not least Laura and Karen.
He again laughed in anticipation of the things he would do with the girls, it would be a sweet revenge for them ignoring him for two whole years. Of course they didn't know him as Baal, they just considered him a nice if slightly odd guy that Laura had met through friends. For a long time he had been that but as he continually failed to succeed in life, whether it was financially, professionally or with women, he had begun to look for shortcuts to success. His searches had quickly lead him to descriptions of magic and spells. At first he had thought it all nonsense but as nothing else he tried seemed to work he eventually tried out a little spell. Untrained and totally inexperienced his first attempt had nearly unleashed a demon that would have consumed his body and soul, fortunately some innate magically talent and a lot of luck allowed him to banish the demon back to hell.
The experience, though rather terrifying, had demonstrated that magic was not only real but very powerful. Months of research and careful experimentation followed until he was once again ready to cast a spell. This time there were no problems and great power had been granted to him. He immediately forgot his previous life and name. From that time forward he was Baal and magical power his only goal. He'd only been a little upset that suddenly ending contact with all his old friends had seemed not to bother anyone but he'd vowed to ensure they would all soon serve him – especially beauties like Laura and Karen.
However truly awesome power was not easy to find or control. All his research had only turned up hints and legends. He had needed more ancient books and scrolls for the truly dark knowledge but his searches had discovered nothing. Baal had almost given up hope when a last desperate magical hunt had turned up just the kind of book he was looking for and in the possession of one of the women he desired the most.
He now had the book and when Laura came looking for it, he would have her too.
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Emma kept on walking down the wooded path despite the fact she was convinced she'd gone the wrong way some time back. But turning back meant heading down a winding and rather unpleasant pathway she'd not enjoyed the first time and as the sun began to set it was not going to get any nicer either. The only problem was the way she was headed was no better and the dark shadows beginning to fill the wood were becoming increasingly creepy.
She meant to have been meeting a group of friends to rehearse their latest play. She considered herself something of an amateur actress and the secluded community hall was meant to have been perfect for their rehearsal. But even if she ever did find it she was now well over half an hour late and not in the mood for any kind of acting. It had been a long drive to the parking area and had been tired when she got there. It had meant to only have been a short walk from there to the hall but clearly she'd got confused somewhere. She should have listened to what her friend, Laura had said. Who in her usual bossy way had made it clear she should get a phone with decent GPS on it but it was too late now.
Emma was getting increasingly cross and thinking about Laura's inevitable criticism of her map reading skills was not helping. She'd been looking forward to finally rehearsing the play for months. Not least because it gave her something else to do other than hang around with Laura, Karen and Kim. It wasn't that she'd got bored of her friends but for the last couple of nights she'd started having deeply explicit lesbian dreams about them. As she slept she would imagine having wild orgies with the three of them, committing disgusting acts she'd never do in real life with a man let alone another girl. She'd convinced herself the dreams were caused by spending far too much time with her friends, though that didn't explain why her pussy was so wet when she awoke from the dreams but she just tried to ignore that.
The play therefore was the perfect chance to concentrate on something else and actually talk to other people. She was legitimately excited by the play too, her and her group of fellow actors had been planning it for months. The play itself was written by one of their troupe and Emma considered it one of their best. It was a slightly surreal play that touched on magic, the supernatural and even demons. The theme being what it meant to be human in a world surrounded by inhumanity.
Emma was going to play one of the human characters, a young girl tempted by demonic forces who ultimately resists and finds redemption. It was a great role with lots of meaty scenes, including a couple with the playwright who was playing the lead demon tempting her. The scenes had a strong sexual undercurrent and Emma had to admit that had it been her in her character's situation she'd given in to the rather attractive demon's advances. In fact she had been hoping that after rehearsal he might just try to tempt with her the offer for a date or even perhaps something more.
The only problem was she was now lost and very late for the rehearsal. Things would have been slightly better if she'd come prepared for a hike in the woods but it had been a hot, humid day and she was simply dressed in a black vest top, a short and clingy red skirt and a pair of black Converse. So now she was rather hot and sweaty and could feel beads of moisture forming on her soft, slightly freckled skin.
Finally she stopped in frustration, waving her hand in front of her face in a vain attempt to fan some cool air over herself even as a large dribble of sweat run between the curves of her large, pert breasts. She decided she really had best head back the way she had come or it'd be night and then she would be really lost.
She was about to take her first step when she heard a loud and oddly damp rustling noise to one side.
